It's a Waste of Time, Chasing in the Dark

[applesaucemod]

Tonight, the dreamers will find themselves in a forest. Or an office. Or a suburban living room. Or a castle tower. Or a grocery store. The dream is a patchwork of assorted settings, each one blurring inelegantly into the next, most of them only claiming half an acre or so. The hodgepodge makes for quite a sight.

Or it would, if the dreamers could see anything. Natural light is in short supply. In fact, there isn't any light at all, not even a faint twinkle of starlight; you might as well be deep inside a cave. No matter how good their eyes might be, the dreamers won't be able to see their own hands in front of their faces - not unless they can fashion some sort of light source out of whatever they might manage to find. The dream isn't inclined to make things easy; any appliances or electrical light sources the dreamers stumble over won't be plugged in, and any walls, however solid they might seem, won't contain any wiring. A small fire might be the best bet - presuming you can find any means of lighting one.

But there's good news. Each of the dreamers will find themselves with a second set of dubiously useful eyes, because they'll be joined - again, or for the first time - by their dæmons. Granted, said dæmons won't have much more luck seeing in the total darkness than anyone else, but at least no one will have to feel alone.

Just… move carefully. You wouldn't want to trip over someone else's dæmon by mistake. Imagine how awkward that would be.

[ooc: y'all know the drill. Characters don't have to be apped or in the game to show up, and dreamers can remember or forget the events of the dream at the player's discretion. This particular dream isn't a power nerf - a character with the ability to create light could still do so - but the range will be extremely localized, as if the darkness is a solid thing that doesn't want to be pushed back.]

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[powerdealer]

Sephronia notices the light first, stopping in her tracks, Seth halting a moment later once he realises she's not following - and then why. He's not sure what would be the best course of action - but then, this corridor isn't currently branching anywhere, so they don't really have a lot of options. Even if they did, the desire to find someone to talk to is stronger than the instinct to be cautious.

"It's Gabriel." The cat is also the first to realise what's causing the light, and Seth sighs in relief as she shares it in a whisper. Of all the people he could bump into in here, he's very glad it's his (former?) housemate.

"Hey, Gabe!" Seth says a bit more audibly, announcing their presence to not startle him, them</i<, as he and Sephronia head towards the light. ...Also, what the hell is that he's riding?

[has_a_horn]

"Seth?" He almost doesn't believe it, but if he nudges at the corners of his mind, it feels like Seth as well. No trick, here. He clamors, mostly unaided from Venia's back and then rushes over to where Seth is, his little light following him along the way.

Once he can see him, he throws his arms around him in a hug. "Hey! Where have you been! Did the rift suck you up an drop you back home?"

[powerdealer]

Seth can't help the grin on his face as Gabe rushes towards him, and he reciprocates the hug gladly. He's missed him. Sephronia gives a brief purr, curiously tilting her head at Gabriel's griffin. Of course he'd have something like that, winged and impressive, but still part cat.

"Nah, not home," he answers - disregarding the fact he'd started considering Manhattan a home - pulling back and squinting at him in the low light. It's a relief to have ANY light. He's not sure what else to say, though. "I dunno, I've been... elsewhere, I think."