[open to all] Room full of people in your head

[applesaucemod]

The rift has gotten bored, and has decided it's time to bring people together for another dream party.

This time, when you find yourself within the dream, you'll be somewhere familiar. Perhaps somewhere you feel safe or at home, some place you miss, or were particularly happy at some point in your life. It might not be the same place every time you come back here, though.

There will also be a door where there didn't use to be one, even if there's no wall to surround it. If you go through this door, you will find yourself in endless simple corridor, lined with unmarked doors. And if you go through them, you'll pay a visit to someone else's room.


[There will monthly Dreaming party post like this. Same procedure as last time. Non-members welcome to tag in!]

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[fucking_ebay]

"I was eight years old," grumbles Peter, finally stepping back from the door. Whatever that room is, Gabriel's right -- it's boring. "Why the fuck do you keep ending up in my head?" he asks irritably as he stalks off down the hall toward another door.

[has_a_horn]

"If I recall correctly, the last time this happened, it was you in my head." He happily closes the door on the monastery and follows Peter down the hall. "And I don't think this counts as either."

[fucking_ebay]

"Shared dream, you said," Peter corrects him, though it's clear even to Peter that he has no idea what he's talking about. He crosses the hall and opens another door, deciding that even karaoke night would be less hellishly boring than talking in the hall with Gabriel.

He's not prepared for what he sees on the other side. "This one isn't mine," he tells Gabriel immediately.

[theoldgirl]

On the other side, not far from the door, the TARDIS is still swinging idly on the porch swing, two colorful butterflies having taken up residence in her hair. When she feels the two visitors peek inside, a cloud of butterflies lifts from the flowers into the sky. Recognizing one of the minds, her face lights up in a pleased smile and she gives a welcoming wave.

[has_a_horn]

"It's the TARDIS," he provides for Peter and walks in, waving back while at the same time giving Peter a tug to follow him in. "You didn't show me this on the tour," he says when they reach her. "Very impressive."

[fucking_ebay]

And of course Gabriel still manages to know what's going on. "That's not even a word," Peter mutters, though he allows himself to be brought along, eying the butterflies with distaste.

[theoldgirl]

Her smile turns into a slight smirk directed at Gabriel when they come closer. "I prefer to keep a few surprises to myself." Mostly she just hadn't thought he would be that interested in the butterfly room, being somewhat mundane compared to the more alien things she could show him. So she's pleased to see he likes it.

Which can not be said of Gabriel's friend, and she deigns him with a much cooler look, sensing his distaste for her butterflies. Normally humans love this place, this just won't do. "Are you Peter?" Because if there's another human running around with the Doctor's face besides the one he's told her about, this universe is officially ridiculous.

[has_a_horn]

"Good surprise," he allows. Sure, he had been more interested in the alien things he could show her, but this is nice too.

He can't help but smirk at Peter's distasteful expression, but he's going to let him speak for himself. That's always more amusing, anyway.

[fucking_ebay]

"Am I the only person who doesn't know what the fuck is going on here?" asks Peter petulantly. He might have held it in if he'd taken a moment to look at the woman whose room this apparently is; he realizes only a moment too late that he might at least try not to turn an attractive new acquaintance off himself.

Belatedly, he decides to play it cool. "Peter Vincent," he confirms, willing himself to be well-dressed. He hadn't paid much mind to what he'd been wearing before, but it hadn't mattered before. He gives her what he supposes is a suave smile as his ratty jacket becomes a flowing black coat and -- yep, there's the eyeliner. "And who are you?"

[theoldgirl]

She really doesn't approve of Peter's bad temper souring the peaceful atmosphere of her room, but then she's distracted and a little confused by his wardrobe change, not to mention his deliberate change of demeanor. "I am the TARDIS," she introduces herself, tilting her head without dislodging either of the insects resting there. "Why did you change your appearance?"

Gabriel, meanwhile, gets to be crowned by a majestic blue morpho butterfly.

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel smirks up to the butterfly on his head, feeling a little superior. He definitely amused by Peter's transformation and the TARDIS's nonplussed reaction. He could have told him that she wouldn't be impressed.

"He's being impressive," he supplies, though he's not really trying to help Peter out here.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter falters at her failure to react...and spares a moment to shoot Gabriel a venomous look. Schooling his features back into a more pleasant expression, he tries again. "Do you like it?" he asks. "I can do others."

Which is a lie. He can maybe will himself into his full stage outfit or his current daily wear if he thinks about it hard enough, but he's really pretty terrible at controlling his exact appearance in dreams.

[theoldgirl]

Gabriel's explanation only serves to make her eyebrows shoot up in a quizzical expression, even more confused now. Why is Peter trying to impress her? They don't even know each other.

She doesn't feel particularly generous towards him though, and regards him critically. "What else can you do?" If he's so eager to impress her, he's going to have to try rather hard, to make up for the disdain he'd thought at her butterflies.

[has_a_horn]

"Ooh, do the stage outfit." Gabriel prompts. He knows that Peter can't have gotten all that much better at controlling dreams since their last meeting. He might have to help him a little with this change. He shifts his glance to the TARDIS, careful not to dislodge his butterfly. "It's got leather pants. You'll like it."

[fucking_ebay]

Who is this woman and why is she not impressed by him? And how about Gabriel fucks off right now, Peter would really appreciate that.

"You will," he agrees nonetheless. With a flourish of his arms (and a bit of misgiving), he thinks hard about how he wants to look: long black wig, jewelry, bare chest, and tight black leather everywhere.

[theoldgirl]

The TARDIS gives Gabriel a dubious look for his commentary, a look which becomes rather more pointed when she senses his influence on Peter's change. He can't be expecting her not to notice; they've changed each other's projections often enough that his hand is quite unmistakable. Which leaves her to puzzle over whether that means he likes Peter or if he's just amusing himself with the human.

Not that she's entirely averse to amusing herself at Peter's expense either, so she dutifully studies his new outfit, which is just as meaningless to her as the previous ones, and then announces, "Quite impressive, I'm sure," in a tone of voice that suggests she finds it anything but. "It does not exactly match my butterflies though, does it?"

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel returns her pointed look with a smug smile that does nothing to deny his influence. He does like Peter, most of the time, so he's not going to reveal his influence on the man's costume change.

Instead, he hmms at the TARDIS's suggestion. "Does he have to match? I'd suggest a nice pastel blue, but I think he'd object." He raises an eyebrow at Peter and his lips twitch into a smirk. He's really hoping that it takes him a while before he realizes that all of his hair has turned blue - including the stuff under the wig.

[fucking_ebay]

Even Peter isn't conceited enough to have been sure he really would impress the TARDIS with his latest change. He does have a moment of relief when he looks down and sees that the shift actually worked -- nothing less impressive than promising a trick you can't do.

"Master of darkness," he quips, irritated. "Sex on legs. I don't need to match a bunch of bugs." He glares at Gabriel, ready to fight back if the other man dares even try to turn anything on him blue. He doesn't realize, of course, that it's already too late for that.

[theoldgirl]

The TARDIS isn't particularly good at controlling her expressions, at least not when she's surprised, so she ends up staring quite noticeably at Peter's hair for a moment. She finds herself stuck between disapproving of affecting change directly on someone without their consent, and being intensely amused at the sheer cheek of it. Self-important humans are the bane of her existence, after all, and everything about Peter tells her he firmly belongs in that category.

So she ends up lightly shaking her head at Gabriel while the other man is busy glaring at him, though unable to hide the beginnings of a smirk and not actually bothering to change his hair back either.

"I'm afraid you both do, if you wish to stay here," she determines almost cheerfully, and with that an entire group of butterflies moves to take up residence in Gabriel's hair, covering it entirely. That's a fair state of affairs, right?

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel laughs as the group of butterflies descends on his head. He's willing to bet that it looks pretty awesome, but he shakes his head of them anyway, releasing just enough to leave a living crown atop his head. A few of the extras light on his shoulders, and a few decide that the TARDIS and Peter seem like a more welcoming perches. "That's better."

He raises an amused eyebrow at the TARDIS. She'd forgotten to give Peter something to make him blend a little better, so he sends a couple more butterflies in his direction.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter tenses, expecting her to do something to him to ruin his look. When she doesn't -- when, in fact, she picks on Gabriel and Gabriel alone, he begins to have misgivings and to check himself over again. Bitchin' coat? No, still fine. Jewelry, still good. Leather pants, still badass. "What did you do?" he asks plaintively accusingly.

He's so busy looking for damage that he doesn't notice butterflies are alighting in his hair until they've already gone and done it. He flinches when one crawls partway down onto his forehead and lifts a hand as if to bat it away.

[theoldgirl]

Aww Gabriel, what a spoilsport. She raises her eyebrows in a not very serious expression of disapproval, but still allows him to direct the butterflies. The shimmering crown is a nice touch, anyway.

She doesn't like Peter's tone though and he receives a more genuinely haughty look. "I did not do anything to you." The butterfly on his forehead takes off before he can bat at it, only to land on his finger. Before he can move that, it relocates to the tip of his nose, then evades him by flying back into his hair, and so on. It's almost as if it can see slightly into the future or something.

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel watches, amused, as the butterfly flutters from place to place around Peter's head. He can tell that this is the TARDIS's work, but doesn't feel the need to let Peter in on the joke yet. "I think you made a friend, Peter."

[fucking_ebay]

Peter reflexively shakes his hand a moment too late to dislodge the butterfly. His efforts to swat it get more serious when it lands on his nose (and alarms him -- what human likes insects on his face?), but it evades him again. And again. And...again. He finally stops trying when it lands in his hair again, but rolls his eyes up to give it an annoyed look before --

Hang on. The long hair framing his face and dangling in his peripheral vision has been bothering him for a while, but with all the distractions, he couldn't think why. The butterfly escapes to his shoulder just before he tears the wig off and looks at it in horror. "Which one of you did this?!" he demands angrily.

[theoldgirl]

Tsk tsk, Peter, no need to get so angry. It's all in good fun. While the TARDIS wouldn't be so forward and rude with her powers, and really does have to disapprove a little bit, it's hardly anything but a harmless prank.

She turns an expectant look on Gabriel, waiting for him to confess. Or maybe just waiting to see if he's going to pull another trick she can be secretly amused by. He really is a terrible influence.