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applesaucedream2016-03-25 10:38 pm
applesaucemod) wrote in applesaucedream2016-03-25 10:38 pm
From the Left, Calpurnia, One Serves from the Left! [Open]
Tonight, the dreamers will find themselves at a dinner party. It is an elegant dinner party, for the most elegant people in all of New York. That seems to be the general idea, at least, going by the upscale interior, immaculate table settings, mood lighting, and the small fact that the dreamers are all dressed to the nines. There's even an open bar! Look, they've had worse dreams. It's hard to complain. If anything, they ought to be thankful. That's the reason for the season, after all.
Which isn't to say they'll have nothing to complain about. It won't take the dreamers very long to realize that their thoughts and actions are accompanied by a steady stream of mild, audible narration. It politely cuts out whenever they speak, but if they fall silent, it picks up again. The mystery speakers' voices vary from dreamer to dreamer, but all of them are generally pleasant and inoffensive to the ear. They don't seem inclined towards arguing with their assignees - in fact, they don't even seem to notice when they're being addressed. Are they even conscious? It's not clear. What is clear is that they just. won't. stop.
The good news is that the dreamers won't be subjected to everyone's personal narration at once. The only disembodied voice they'll be able to hear with complete consistency is their own. However, they will find that if they engage in conversation with someone else, they'll start to pick up on their partner's narration, as well.
It probably won't be awkward at all.
[OOC: the usual dream party rules apply. Characters do not have to be apped to the game to play, and dreamers can remember or forget the events of the dream at the player's discretion. For the sake of clarity, audible narration will be enclosed in colons as opposed to quotation marks :a-like so: - this will keep it from getting muddled with the dialogue or confused with the non-audible narrative phrases you'd typically use in a tag.]
Which isn't to say they'll have nothing to complain about. It won't take the dreamers very long to realize that their thoughts and actions are accompanied by a steady stream of mild, audible narration. It politely cuts out whenever they speak, but if they fall silent, it picks up again. The mystery speakers' voices vary from dreamer to dreamer, but all of them are generally pleasant and inoffensive to the ear. They don't seem inclined towards arguing with their assignees - in fact, they don't even seem to notice when they're being addressed. Are they even conscious? It's not clear. What is clear is that they just. won't. stop.
The good news is that the dreamers won't be subjected to everyone's personal narration at once. The only disembodied voice they'll be able to hear with complete consistency is their own. However, they will find that if they engage in conversation with someone else, they'll start to pick up on their partner's narration, as well.
It probably won't be awkward at all.
[OOC: the usual dream party rules apply. Characters do not have to be apped to the game to play, and dreamers can remember or forget the events of the dream at the player's discretion. For the sake of clarity, audible narration will be enclosed in colons as opposed to quotation marks :a-like so: - this will keep it from getting muddled with the dialogue or confused with the non-audible narrative phrases you'd typically use in a tag.]
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Castor glances nervously around the room. There's a lot of people scattered around, no one he knows, everyone looks mildly confused, which is something, he supposes. Has he been abducted? Have they all been abducted? To... a formal dinner party?
:Castor feels he does not belong,: says a deep, declarative, and disembodied voice. Castor startles and turns, but there is no one - what's more, no one seems to be looking at him, so no one's heard this? Is he actually going crazy?
:Of course - he always feels this way,: the voice continues, knowingly. :But the sudden tuxedo does not help matters. He wonders where it came from, and where he is. This place, he thinks, feels like the kind of party pop magicians are always frequenting. It seems he has forgotten all about the dreams.:
"Oh," he blurts, a little release of the slowly-building tension of a voice detailing his personal thoughts. "Right."
:Fortunately, he manages to remember.:
"The fuck is this?" Castor demands, raising his voice a little, enough to be heard by whomever might be close by.