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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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Greta turns her head sharply, her indignation almost immediately undercut by shame and embarrassment - as if she has any better argument against her mysterious adversary than 'shut it.' It is a fine gown, like nothing she's ever worn before, and she probably has no business in it, but that doesn't mean she enjoys being put in her place by some - some random woman she can't seem to spot.
:She'd feel less out of place in the kitchen, wherever it is. But considering the fact that she hardly knows where she is now, expecting her to find the kitchen might be a tall order.:
Oh, that is just-! Greta turns in a complete circle, almost treading on her own hemline twice. She knows how to spot a gossip, she thinks (some things can't be that different no matter what universe you're in, and a marriage can only be childless for so long before people start to talk), but she doesn't catch anyone looking at her, or pointedly looking away, or any other subtle sign that any of the women within hearing distance have seen fit to comment on her presence.
:Still, it's hard to argue that she belongs here.:
Greta reddens. She wants to confront whoever it is, but there's no one to confront, and she's not about to start tapping random women on the shoulder and asking if they have some sort of problem with her. Ugh. At a loss, she starts to edge along the wall with the vague hope of reaching a door. She has no intention of slinking off to the kitchen, but perhaps she can at least put that beastly woman behind her.