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Entry tags:
- character: asmodia antarion,
- character: daine sarrasri,
- character: gabriel,
- character: greta baker,
- character: iman asadi,
- character: rashad durant,
- character: sunshine,
- character: the balladeer,
- dropped: calliope,
- dropped: daniel jackson,
- dropped: ianto jones,
- dropped: jay merrick,
- dropped: mako mori,
- dropped: nicholas rush,
- dropped: the doctor (12),
- dropped: the tardis,
- dropped: tim wright,
- dropped: wheatley,
- party post,
- retired: aziraphale,
- retired: bee,
- retired: peter vincent,
- retired: yuri kostoglodov
The House was Awake with Shadows and Monsters [Open to All]

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.
[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.]
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He thinks of the hip flask still in his pocket...and thinks of this asshole hitting him with his cane. "You find some, you tell me about it," he says, taking a sip of his own substantially more alcoholic punch.
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"Vhen do these 'effects' and things usually manifest?" House blinks. "When. When do they manifest." What the hell was that? He move to try to pop out the fake teeth he's wearing, but that doesn't go terribly well.
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"Vhenever they feel like it," he shrugs, smirking at the mispronunciation. "The better question might be when do we figure out where it's all going."
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"These dreams usually have a direction they're heading apart from Crazytown, Bloodbag?" Well, if he doesn't want to be an 'angel.' House moves just a tad closer, feeling the urge to loom a bit at the other man, intimidate him. He bares his long, fake fangs in another grimace to help the intimidation along before catching himself, brows furrowing. What is he even doing? The doctor blinks a few times and shakes his head, moving back from Peter.
"Something is in ze punch."
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"...Don't do that," he says, gathering his wits again.
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"How ze hell do ve vake up?" Clearly, pain isn't the answer. Otherwise Peter should definitely be away after the knock with House's cane.
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Fine. He can be the lab rat. Peter will just keep an eye out for him as the night goes on, watch and see if he
needs smitinggets worse...or better."Go fuck thineself!" Peter calls after him.