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

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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"Manhattan?" he asks, squinting thoughtfully. "Is it that place where they make those delicious cheeses?" He might be thinking of somewhere else.

"Anyway, I'm just helping my friend go rescue his true love," he explains cheerfully, then pauses. "Though I... seem to have lost track of my travelling companions. At least some of them usually show up in the dream sequences."

She hadn't really expected recognition, and her shoulders only slump a little as she shakes her head. "No, I don't believe so." At least she now knows for certain that he's new to all this. Well, not to group dreams, apparently, but to anything involving the Rift.

It doesn't seem wise to get his hopes up regarding his friends; they almost certainly aren't here. "That sounds like a noble quest," she says instead. She glances around, more out of habit than belief that she'll see anything of note. "I don't know about your friends, but those of with torches have been trying to get everyone gathered together - there are a few fires going. I, er, I could show you, if you like?" Is she being presumptuous? Well, yes. But she isn't sure what else to do - hand him the torch and tell him to lead on? She's at least fairly confident in her own ability to find her way back the way she came.

That sounds like a good plan. Both Richard and Victoria are already kind of tired of wandering around in the pitch black darkness. Besides, some place with fires and everything might have food and a place to sit and people to talk to. Might be nice, especially if they actually treat him like a King - if not theirs, then at least like visiting royalty.

He nods decisively. "Lead the way!" he answers, his voice still in Impressive King Mode.

Greta looks briefly dubious, the expression only flickering across her face for a moment. He's being very... royal. Which makes sense, of course, but she's still not sure she likes the way he's made her offer sound like an order. But she's already sort of committed to playing along, and the alternative is trying to delicately explain that his title is meaningless, here. If he hasn't even come through the Rift, yet, then why bother?

This might turn out to be nothing more than a strange dream for him - and he's already used to those, from the sound of things. No point in making it any more upsetting than it has to be. Still, her tone is rather subdued when she says, "Er, yes. This way, Your Highness."

Well, this is awkward. It's not that hard to make conversation with other Rifties when you're on the same page, but peasants don't just make conversation with Kings. Angus is a bit less cowed, and after a few seconds, he tries, "Is your Kingdom a big one?"

Good thing Richard will completely forget being royal once he gets distracted by something shiny. Well, not literally, because you can't actually see anything regardless of shininess.

Richard is also not at all bothered by conversation, unless someone is being outright insulting. He's quite used to making conversation, even back when he was still a King. He likes conversation.

"Oh, it's fairly sizeable," he answers with a shrug. Look, he's not lying. More like.... misleading by omission. It's still his Kingdom in that he belongs to it, he just doesn't rule it.

"How about you? Are you from this 'Manhattan' or have you found yourself there more reasonable?" he asks curiously.

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

eternal frustration that his kingdom is never named

don't even get me started on canons with a dearth of proper nouns

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