The House was Awake with Shadows and Monsters [Open to All]

[applesaucemod]

This might not be the first time a given dreamer has found themselves at a fancy party in a large mansion, and dressed in something they wouldn't typically wear. If the architecture is more gothic than usual, well, that could just be a coincidence… but it's probably no coincidence that the dreamers are all wearing Halloween costumes that they decidedly did not pick themselves. 'Tis the season! They might look fancy, they might look slapdash; either way, it shouldn't be too difficult for the dreamers to figure out who - or what - they're supposed to be.

The evening's festivities are centered around a grand ballroom. Music is emanating from somewhere or other, and numerous chandeliers are aglow with warm candlelight. Tables line the perimeter, and they're piled with seasonal snacks and bowls of punch. If dancing isn't your thing, there's a whole mansion and extensive grounds to explore.

Those who venture forth will notice that the farther they wander from the party, the less friendly things seem. Tidy rooms with fires in the hearths will give way to dark, dusty corridors and neglected spaces. Manicured lawns grow into tangled hedges. As the music fades out of earshot, the house's settling groans and the hiss of the wind through the ivy will be impossible to ignore.

(It was just the house, wasn't it? Sure it was. It was probably your own footsteps that made that floorboard creak, too. And that rustle on the other side of the hedge was just a rabbit.)

All things considered, it might be more comfortable to just stay in the ballroom, where it's warm and cheerful and there are plenty of snacks. A note about the snacks, though: the dreamers will find that the more punch they consume, the more their own identities seem to fade away in favor of a persona more in line with their costumes. A dreamer dressed as a tiger might find themselves inclined to hide behind a curtain and pounce on passersby. A dreamer dressed as a mummy might adopt a stiff-legged gait and dole out a curse or two. A dreamer dressed as a robot might start speaking binary.

At least no one will actually turn into anything. That would just be embarrassing.

The good news is that eating any of the available food will counteract the punch's effects, so it's possible to have a fine time and still keep ahold of yourself. But what's the fun in that?


[ooc: the usual dream party rules apply. All are welcome, whether they've been apped to the game or not. Characters can remember or forget the events of the dream at the players' discretion. Any punch-drinking dreamers will take on the personality characteristics - and potentially the magical/supernatural capabilities - of whatever or whoever they're dressed as, though their physical appearance will remain the same.]

Comments

[halfofus]

Well, this is unexpected. She's apart - they're apart - and in a very strange place, surrounded by humans. She floats a few inches off the floor, drifting past all the taller people who seem absorbed with their own business, searching for Ruby.

After a moment she realizes she's leaving a trail of frost in her wake. Oh, dear. She isn't doing that on purpose, is she? But the cold air is just emanating off her in waves. It's only then that she notices outfit has changed. A fur wrap over her small shoulders, a tall icy crown on her head - she doesn't think she did that.

Something very odd is going on.

She must find Ruby. She floats on doggedly, hoping she doesn't make anyone too cold as she passes.

[worldsbestdunkle]

Oh hey, now here's a new face. Fit right in in Snowdin. Hope she's got a sense of humor. Sans shortcuts out from behind a pillar, beaglepuss firmly in place. Something isn't right, but when isn't that the case. A little extra-temporaneous knowledge is no reason to be a downer.

"so where's the fire?"

[halfofus]

"That is what I am trying to ascertain," she says, undaunted by the sudden appearance of the unusual creature, wearing a mask Steven has occasionally sported. Curious, but nothing is worth a full investigation without Ruby.

They have been separated against their will before. She can't remember the circumstances, but she knows it has happened. Worrisome.

She can see the inevitability of finding Ruby again, but not the place.

"Have you seen a small angry red gem," she inquires of the skeletal fellow. "It is very important."