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applesaucedream2016-03-25 10:38 pm
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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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Or not. He frowns and puts down the bottle of Frangelico he was raiding from the bar, looking around for the source of the voice.
:He could make up some experimental cocktails, of course, but that sort of pastime is far more enjoyable with company, and lately he's had precious little of that. Which could be why he already made a head start on the bottle before looking for any mixers.:
"...the fuck?" Eliot murmurs, irritated. What kind of dream bullshit is this, ruining a perfectly good fancy party. The voice isn't loud, and Eliot can't decide if it sounds familiar or not, but he's not here to be judged on his social life (or lack thereof) by a narrator. He wonders, a little bitterly, if this is what Quentin feels like all of the time.
:He looks up at the sound of fabric rustling, someone coming to the bar--thank goodness for a familiar face.:
Oh for fuck's sake. Eliot shakes his head and gives Sunshine a weak smile and a wave. "So hey!" he starts, hoping the weird voice doesn't continue. Maybe if he can ignore it, it'll just go away. A one-two punch of denial and optimism. "This is pretty swank, huh?"
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:Look at Eliot's nice, practical suit,: her narrator grouses helpfully. :No queen-sized bedroom set's worth of superfluous cloth for him. He could actually move around in that, if he wanted to. Sunshine, meanwhile, isn't even sure how to navigate sitting down.:
Sunshine flaps a dismissive hand at the empty air. "I'm being narrated," she says. If this wasn't a dream, and she wasn't already five hundred percent done with it all, she'd probably think twice before admitting such a thing (and then settle on admitting nothing). As it is, well, whatever. "It's frigging obnoxious, and I am prepared to drink whatever you care to put in front of me."
:There are probably kinder ways to greet a friend.:
Sunshine lets out a long-suffering sigh, not least of all because the asshole voice has a point. "Sorry. How are you?" She drapes herself over the bar in Eliot's general direction. "It's been a while."
:More her fault than his, she thinks. She really hasn't been up for much, lately.:
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He really didn't need that reminder. He laughs in relief when Sunshine reveals she's hearing voices too.
"Oh thank fuck, I thought it was just me, like this is the dream where I'm trapped in a navel-gazing bildungsroman." He searches the bar for something suitable. Well there's mint in the mini fridge, that'll do.
Eliot shrugs at the question. "Drunk and disorderly, for the most part, though I must be getting old because the one-night stands aren't as fun as they used to be." He shifts his attention back to Sunshine. :Better to focus on lighter things, instead of the mess with Johnny and Gabe.: Wow he wishes that would stop. "How have you been, how's the vampire? You aren't hiding him in that circus tent, are you?"
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"This is the worst," she says, her tone caught somewhere between mortification and delight. "Gods, what a frigging shitshow."
:And speaking of - Sunshine decides she's going to make an attempt at scaling one of these barstools. Given that her only two options are 'sit on the skirt' or 'hike the skirt up to indecent levels to avoid sitting on it,' she's going with the former. There will probably be some extreme wrinkling going on, but a) if the rift wanted her to keep the dress looking nice, it would have given her a less impractical dress, and b) she's been a lot harder on a gown. She doesn't want to jinx anything, but it's probably safe to say that this one won't have to pull quadruple-duty as a dress and pajamas and a box of tissues and a tablecloth.:
"Tablecloth's already included," she mutters. The aside about Johnny and Gabe makes her raise her eyebrows, but after about half a second's worth of deliberation, she decides she doesn't want to know. Instead, she focuses on Eliot's questions. Specifically, the parts that don't involve how she's been doing, because 'vaguely terrible' is just going to get her Concerned Looks and questions she can't answer. "Vampire's good. I'm not sure where he is, but I haven't searched my dress thoroughly enough to rule it out." She props her hand beneath her chin. "There could be a completely different party going on in there."