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

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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Peter can't remember the last time he blushed. He's a man who thinks nothing of parading about in his pants in front of guests of any age or gender, who has made a career of being completely un-self-consciously flamboyant, and who lacks almost any brain-mouth filter (and who has not bothered in a long time to regret anything he spouts off).

Now as he sees his image in the mirror, he blushes. It's not even the look -- he's had worse looks, though none so...pastel). It's the fact that he apparently did this, that he has so little control over even his own appearance that he'd do this to himself. "Fuck!" he says, reaching up to grab at his hair, as if that will help.

Gabriel really should know better than to resort to blatant lying in front of her. Not that she cares for Peter's sake, so she might have let it slide, if he hadn't tried to drag her into it too.

"That isn't what I thought at all," she states, not sounding particularly offended, but all of Gabriel's butterflies take off in search for more appealing perches. Then she changes Peter's hair back to normal, only sparing him a glance to comment "Oh, it seems you changed it again. Well done," before raising a challenging eyebrow at Gabriel.

Gabriel rolls his eyes at the TARDIS, a bit of a smile still on his lips. He hadn't even thought about the TARDIS not approving of him lying. She seemed to be enjoying their little joke well enough. "I'll try to read your mind better next time."

He grins at the TARDIS before turning back to Peter. "Feeling better, kiddo?"

Peter grabs the mirror, needing to see for himself before he can trust that the TARDIS is right. He didn't feel like he'd changed it back. He hadn't felt like he'd changed it in the first place, though, and now he's really unsure whether he's shifting his appearance without knowing it or if they're having him on.

"I don't feel any different," he replies warily. Given the fact that he's never run into Gabriel and not subsequently been humiliated, it's hard for even him to completely miss the pattern.

How terribly incorrigible Gabriel is being, but she doesn't feel like being peeved at him for long. She's sure she's made her point about lying, anyway.

Instead, she turns to Peter and replies, "Perhaps you would if you stopped being quite so high-strung and allowed yourself to enjoy my room." With a pointed look, she extends the porch swing so there's room for them all on it. "I have never met a human who didn't find it very relaxing."

When the TARDIS extends the porch swing, he pats Peter on the shoulder as he pushes through to get to the bench. He claims the center of the bench, pats his knees and raises his eyebrows in expectation. "Come on, Peter, take a knee."

Edited 2013-05-10 05:50 (UTC)

"You've just met one," grumbles Peter, who is bound and determined not to enjoy himself. "Do I look like I'm a big fan of sunshine and butterflies? And I'm not high strung." And he did notice that she said 'human,' not 'person,' which is not a thing likely to help him relax. By now, at least, he's given up on seducing her.

"That is one novelty I could have done without," she snipes back, still mostly tolerant of him rather than honestly hostile, but it probably won't take much more for him to get himself kicked out.

She turns to Gabriel to complain, "I don't think he is going to be agreeable at all," meaning Gabriel brought him in, so that's his responsibility.

Gabriel leans into her space a little to look her in the eye. "Be nice. He's not agreeable, but he is entertaining." Because yes, he is kind of the mediating force here. Then he turns to Peter, giving him the same treatment. "You too. We're in her dream, you be nice."

He props his arms up behind both of them on the back of the bench. There. Solved, right?

"I don't think he has any reason to be agreeable," Peter shoots back at the both of them. He's really getting fed up with being pushed around by whatever Gabriel really is -- and whatever the TARDIS is. What kind of name is 'the TARDIS'?

He settles on the swing anyway, though he slouches and crosses his arms and very firmly refuses to appreciate the scenery. He's still embarrassed about his hair, and worried they're making fun of him somehow, and hacked off at Gabriel for walking in on his childhood memories.

The TARDIS huffs at Gabriel but acquiesces easily, deciding he was being diplomatic enough. She settles back into her seat, ignoring Peter's griping completely, and takes advantage of Gabriel's arm as a headrest.

A couple of butterflies are just fluttering over to try and land on the two men again when suddenly all of them, including the ones resting on the TARDIS, scatter in a panic. The TARDIS herself starts upright along with them, a look of dismay on her face, gaze distant. For a moment the entire room seems to go dark, to be replaced by a flickering image of obsidian surfaces, before going back to the way it was.

The moment that the butterflies scatter, Gabriel's gaze shifts swiftly to look at the TARDIS. He's sensing a lot of unexpected pain and fear. The flickering scenery only serves to cement that something is wrong here.

He shifts forward on the bench and, dropping one hand to his lap and placing the other to her shoulder. "What was that?"

Peter's eying the butterflies and resigning himself to the fact that he's going to be decorated with them again (and alright, that black and red one might kind of work for him -- that is, if he liked butterflies). He starts when the mood suddenly shifts, the iota of relaxation he'd allowed himself replaced with tense watchfulness. "The fuck?" he asks, also looking to the TARDIS.

The TARDIS continues to stare at nothing in horror for another moment before squeezing her eyes shut and forcing her focus back on her visitors (well, mostly Gabriel, Peter is really just background noise). She takes a deep breath and turns to look at Gabriel, her expression a little more collected but still haunted, and it's clear whatever she experienced is still going on.

"The Doctor is... having a nightmare," she manages, and tries to rein in the distress and pain she's feeling through her pilot when she realizes Gabriel must be sensing some of it. Nobody but her ought to see this.

"Hey," he says, "Just a nightmare, right? He'll be fine." And urg, yes, he'd really rather not be feeling The Doctor's emotions right now. He distances himself from them a little bit, sending out a calming vibe in response. He doesn't think to shield Peter from it, so it will probably hit him a little harder than it will the TARDIS.

Meanwhile, he wonders if this is just something that's happening in this room in particular, or if the Doctor's emotions effect her wherever she is. "Want to check out of here? I've got a karaoke bar, Peter's got a room with dinosaur bedsheets. You've got choices."

The Doctor? That fucker is involved in this somehow? Peter opens his mouth to ask just what the Doctor has to do with it and how the TARDIS knows. What comes out instead is a sigh, the breath whooshing out of him. It doesn't matter, he decides, not realizing it's odd he's suddenly lost interest in arguing.

Even so, he can't let the offer of his dinosaur bedsheets go unprotested. "My room," he says in an insistent (but less strident than before) tone, "is off-limits."

Gabriel's calming influence does help to ease the tension in her a little, but there's something he said that doesn't seem right and she frowns, trying to concentrate without getting overwhelmed by the Doctor's nightmare again. "No, it isn't just... It's here, in the shared dreaming." Should you be able to have nightmares here, while you're lucid? Something about that is worrying, but she's too emotionally involved to put her finger on it just now. "But... Andrew is with him. He'll help." She hopes.

Finally Peter's grousing gets through to her too and she looks at them both in confusion. "Why should we go to another room?"

"If the problem is your connection, it might be better to go someplace less connected." Okay, so he's stretching a little here, but he doesn't quite understand how the whole thing with the TARDIS and the Doctor works. This room might as well be her mind, so that makes it more connected, right?

"I didn't suggest it," replies Peter in the closest facsimile of innocence he can muster, holding up his hands. He slouches back into his seat, listening unworriedly to the discussion going on beside him. "Who's Andrew?" he asks in mild curiosity.

"Our connection is not a problem," she replies a little sharply, before realizing she's just overwrought and taking a shuddering breath to restrain her emotions. Gabriel is only trying to help. More calmly she explains, "The Doctor is sleeping in his bed; it wouldn't matter where my mind goes. And it's... yes, it's over now." She gives a relieved sigh and returns the Doctor's reassuring nudge with an expression of gladness.

With a glance to Peter she says, "Andrew is a friend," not feeling like going into it any more than that. She unclenches her hands and sits back a little, trying to relax, and then looks at Gabriel again. "Perhaps it would be nice to take a look at your room, though. I'm tired of maintaining this projection." She's just not content anymore, so all the sunshine and butterflies are a chore now. Besides, Gabriel is always good at distractions.

Gabriel's eyes widen a little when the TARDIS snaps at him, but he otherwise shows no sign of surprise. He should have known that the TARDIS might take what he said as some sort of insult, but he shrugs it off. Soon enough she's asking him to show off his own room, and he's perfectly willing to oblige.

"I live to serve." He squeezes the TARDIS's shoulder and bounces up from the bench, turning to offer both of his hands out. "Come on, then."

Peter chuckles -- it's about time one of them saw how irritating the other is being. The one little snap the TARDIS takes at Gabriel fails to blossom into a proper argument, though. At least there's no more talk of his dinosaur sheets.

"We're not doing karaoke," he reminds Gabriel, clambering to his feet without looking for or accepting any assistance.

The TARDIS has no qualms about letting Gabriel help her, especially now that the two men have set the bench swinging and it's kind of difficult to get her feet stable on the ground with her short legs. So she happily takes his hand and lets him pull her up.

Peter seems determined to be a grouch about the other room too before they've even gotten there, and she asks irritably, "What do you suggest we do, then?"

"No karaoke required. Come on." He squeezes the TARDIS's hand and goes to exit the room without waiting for either of them. They don't have any reason not to follow him, right?

Anyway, he wants to make it back to his room before they get there so that he can swiftly change out any unexpected changes in scenery. It had been awkward enough having Peter intrude on a bit of his past. He doesn't want someone who can actually put the pieces together to get a look as well.

When he opens the door, it's still the small stone room, but he doesn't take any time looking it over. As he steps in, a horizon spreads out and forms a sea-scape, calm, peaceful, and warm. Not far away, a boardwalk complete with an old wooden roller coaster and carnival games is in full swing. The smell of something sweet drifts across to them as he turns back to let the others in.

He throws an arm out extravagantly, introducing the new environment. "Better?" Look, this isn't really a question. It is obviously better.

Peter gives the TARDIS a thoughtful look. He knows what he'd suggest doing right now if he were spending time with Lucy, but somehow he doubts his overtures would be well-received.

Oh, hell, who is he kidding? "I can think of a few options," he says with a lascivious little chuckle. "Nothing I'd want to do in a karaoke bar -- unless you're into that; I hear exhibitionism has its perks."

The environment which Gabriel reveals after rabbiting off ahead has in its favor the fact that it is not a karaoke bar. The fact that it is also not a steamy bedroom would be a strike against it were it not for the fact that Peter isn't gagging for it hard enough to want to involve Gabriel in his sexual escapades. The human pauses after stepping through the doorway, squinting against the sunlight and looking painfully out of place in his long leather coat. "...It's not karaoke," he says in grudging semi-approval.

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