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

[skelebro]

Oh, good, he's got a real literalist here. Even funnier. Kinda weird, since he's not really used to getting this kind of absolute non-reaction to his jokes - Frisk might have been stone-faced but at least they bothered to acknowledge it and respond, most of the time - but he can make it work. It's kind of hilarious in its own way, minus all the effort of trying to actually be hilarious.

This guy is great. Whatever his deal is, he's great.

"hellbeasts went outta fashion years ago, buddy," says Sans, feigning a yawn. "i guess i was just born this way."

[omnomnom_feels]

"You are a skeleton," Rashad points out, visualizing what the creature has just suggested and rejecting it as a biological and physical impossibility. "Skeletons cannot give birth, or be birthed, sans soft tissues. You are clearly a creature of the Pale. Tell me why I should not immolate you and send you back."

He is in a bad mood. The fact that he is always in a bad mood has no bearing on the matter.

[skelebro]

"hey, look at that," says Sans, his grin unfailing. "you guessed my name. it's sans."

They've moved from hilarity to latent threats. Okay. Less hilarious. Sans subtly shifts tack.

"buddy." The threat is all but implied in stark opposition to this monster's straight menace. "you wanna reconsider what you're saying? cause if you don't..." He looks at the alleged angel steadily, but the friendly wink of lights in his eyesockets have gone out. Empty-hollow-eyed, bony smile stretched wide.

"i think you're gonna have a bad time."

[omnomnom_feels]

As much subtlety as he lacks in his own bearing, Rashad is perfctly capable of picking up on the cues given by others. He narrows his eyes, hands twitching again in preparation for violence, but he does not make the first move.

"I am an angel," he reiterates yet again. "You would not be capable of putting an end to me."

[skelebro]

"i wouldn't be so sure of that, pal."

In the next blink of an eyesocket he's normal again, unassuming as ever.

It's not like he wouldn't mind having to kick this guy around a bit - it's just that it sounds like an awful lot of work. And look at this, it's a party. Parties are for kicking back and not fighting with one another, unless your name happens to be Undyne.

Sans is reasonable. Even better, Sans is too lazy not to be.

"let's try this again. you guessed my name. what's yours?"