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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.

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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.

The TARDIS is just going to frown disapprovingly at whatever Peter's suggesting, not interested enough to ask for clarification. She doubts she'd agree with his idea of something nice to do anyway. Does this human even enjoy anything at all or does he just complain? The Doctor had a companion or two like that; she never liked them.

Gabriel's room comes as a welcome distraction and she steps into the pleasant atmosphere gladly, taking in the warm sunshine and the salty ocean air mixing with something sweet from the carnival. "This is very well done," she praises Gabriel with all the authority of her years of creating environments, because she's getting the impression that he's had far more to do with this than the room.

Gabriel preens at the TARDIS's compliment, smiling and straightening his posture a bit. "What else do you expect?" He flicks a hand to close the door behind them after they enter, more interested in showing off than whatever lies back out in the corridor.

He walks backwards towards the boardwalk, facing the pair. He can see that the TARDIS is willing to explore here, but he'd love to get Peter excited too. "Shall we check out the boardwalk? Peter?"

Once again, Peter's reminded that he has reason to be jealous of Gabriel's abilities -- and that this acquaintance of his (how is it he keeps hanging out with Gabriel, anyway?) isn't even human. Peter can't even stop himself from having nightmares, and here Gabriel can do this. Apparently. Scents and all, it's convincing enough to confuse his senses and pull up memories of similar places, giving Peter a twinge of nostalgia despite himself. Of course, back then he hadn't had time or money for the attractions, too busy performing and making the most of other people's summer holidays. He and his act hadn't quite fit in with this atmosphere back then, either.

"Huh?" He realizes belatedly that he's been staring at the boardwalk, and that Gabriel has just asked him a question.

After a glance at Peter's lack of a reaction, the TARDIS walks ahead to catch up with Gabriel. "Perhaps Peter doesn't feel like coming along," she speculates haughtily. Not like it would be a great loss.

When she reaches Gabriel she pats his arm as if to say that yes, he is definitely very impressive, and then walks on towards the closest booth, which is conveniently offering cotton candy. It's been ages since she's had this, even in imaginary form.

Aw, TARDIS, don't be so harsh. Peter...well, he doesn't mean well, most of the time, but he tries. Gabriel lets her go and turns back to Peter, beckoning him forward. He wonders if, because of his humanity, the dreaming is effecting Peter in some way that Gabriel isn't noticing himself, or if this is just some odd emotional response to a carnival.

"Come on, Peter, I'll get you some cotton candy and win you an enormous stuffed animal."

Brought back to the present, Peter bristles at the departing TARDIS's words. Maybe he doesn't feel like coming along and being harangued by two whatever-they-ares.

"If you did it right, the games are all rigged," he points out sullenly. He comes forward, though, telling himself he's sticking around to spite the TARDIS at this point, since it's fairly clear she doesn't like him. Well, he can work with people not liking him; it's not like it's anything new. It just confuses the hell out of him that Gabriel keeps wanting him around when Peter's made it perfectly clear that he doesn't like Gabriel and is never going to be civil to him. The fact that Peter finds himself willing to spend time with Gabriel really hasn't helped to clear things up for him.

He frowns to himself, lowering his voice to ask Gabriel, "What is she?"

The TARDIS keeps walking to investigate the cotton candy booth, briefly wondering if this projection is so accurate that it requires currency, but that would be silly. She glances back to see if the others are coming, which they apparently both are. Why is Gabriel so invested in keeping Peter around? He's entertaining, he'd said, but even when they were messing with the human it was mostly Gabriel being amusing, not Peter himself. All he can seem to do on his own is grumble.

She shakes her head to herself, deciding to ask Gabriel later, just in case she's being inadvertently rude to him by being so displeased with his friend. In which case he obviously needs to find better friends. It's not like the Doctor's attachment to his humans inspires her to be friendly to them when she has reason to dislike them.

He has a feeling that Peter less wants to know what she is, and more how much of a threat she is, so he answers, "Powerful, but kind." He turns and taps him on the chest, smiling. "Which makes you lucky. Though, I am a terrible influence, you should probably watch out for that. If I manage to corrupt her, all bets are off." His smiles shifts into a smirk and he turns back to follow the TARDIS to the cotton candy stand. Is Peter getting the boy-with-a-crush vibe from Gabriel yet? Because he totally should be.

Over his shoulder, he calls back, "Come on!"

If Gabriel had told him the full truth, Peter likely wouldn't have believed him. As it is, he still isn't satisfied with that answer. 'Powerful, but kind' could mean almost anything, and he only has Gabriel's word that the second half of it is true. Still, considering the worst she's done is sic her butterflies on him, maybe he has reason to hope she won't turn around and tear his throat out at some point.

"You'd've done it by now," he says, stalking along after Gabriel like some sort of ungainly black bird. Truth be told, he'd sort of like to poke around a carnival and not have to worry about working the crowd. He's just still not sure about the company he's keeping, or about what it'll do to his image.

The object of their conversation has reached the stand and is observing the vendor drawing cotton candy from the machine and handing it out to some children. When she notices Gabriel coming closer, she turns to him with a smile that quickly shifts into a smirk. "Are you going to get me more candy, or do I have to do everything myself?"

"I create an entire carnival for you and you can't order your own cotton candy?" He rolls his eyes, but heads toward the counter anyway, patting her shoulder happily as he goes. He makes it easily through the small group of kids to the counter and returns with three fluffy pink sticks of cotton candy.

"Ladies." He presents a stick to one to each of them with a flourish before pulling a large piece off of his own and shoving it into his mouth. It's sticky and almost too sweet and dissolves instantly on the tongue. A perfect illusion, as far as he's concerned.

As an afterthought, he decides that some of the stalls further down should sell a wider variety of candy. Why not?

"Oh, fuck you," replies Peter, though he takes the stick anyway. "You're the one who showed up to that last dream with a giant pair of tits."

He bites into the candy and is a little surprised at the taste and texture after not having had any in over a decade. He wonders if real candy floss is really like this, then tells himself he doesn't care.

In contrast to Peter, the TARDIS gracefully bows her head when she receives her candy to match Gabriel's flourish. She plucks a bit of the sticky substance off the stick and stuffs it in her mouth, quite obviously enjoying the taste and texture. She doesn't think she could ever really reach his skill for creating food and drink like this; her specialty is environments and objects, she just doesn't have the first-hand experience required for so accurately stimulating physical senses (or the mental equivalent of them, anyway).

Even the most convincing illusion doesn't make her miss Peter's remark though. She isn't really surprised, since she's changed appearances in the shared dreaming before too, but it does make her curious. Her gaze shifts to Gabriel with raised eyebrows, while she delicately picks more cotton candy. "I wonder what the purpose of that could have been."

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"I was illustrating the elasticity of dreams," he says archly before shoving another piece of cotton candy into his mouth. There had also been the part about proving himself as Loki, but he's not sure he'd like the TARDIS's reaction to that particular name.

He nods away from the cotton candy booth and starts walking down the boardwalk. "Oh, and I was trying to get him to lick my neck. Totally worked, by the way."

A lesser (or is it greater?) man might be embarrassed that he'd opened himself up to Gabriel sharing that particular revelation, might even try to backpedal and deny it. Peter, on the other hand, stops shoving cotton candy in his mouth just long enough to justify himself with, "He had great knockers at the time. Face could've used a bit of work, though." Which is a lie, but he needs to get his digs in and pretend Gabriel hadn't given him the most confusing dream-boner of all time.

The first part of Gabriel's explanation makes perfect sense to her and she nods, licking stickiness off her fingers. The same can't be said for the rest though, and she just comments with a bemused "I'm sure he did," because what else is she going to say but affirm his skill with dream projections?

Sometimes Gabriel seems far too human for her to understand, a lot more so than the Doctor, and for the first time that thought fills her with a strange sort of sadness. But she doesn't feel like dwelling on why that may be and instead follows him, taking in more of the boardwalk and sea-side.

Oblivious to any of the TARDIS's doubts, Gabriel chuckles at Peter's answer. "I had a beautiful face and he loved it." He gets distracted by one of the game booths: a game of darts. A barker with a huge curly moustache advertises from behind the barrier - hit the bullseye and win the enormous stuffed teddy bear. Miss and get the little piddly one. Contrary to the normal carnival game, these darts aren't fixed, and it is precisely the game of skill it's been presented as.

Gabriel nods to the man and three darts are given to him. He holds them out to the others. "Who wants a go?" He smiles at the TARDIS, "Want to test how nimble those fingers of yours are? You can win Petey the giant teddy he's always wanted."

Oddly, the memory gives Peter heart: if he can cope with Gabriel turning into a woman and trying to get one over on him (..however that was even supposed to work, he's still not sure), he can cope with Gabriel dragging him around a fake carnival. Same basic principle applies, just keep pushing right back and throw himself into everything.

"You said you were going to do it," he comments, lifting an eyebrow. "Afraid you're losing your touch? Need the little lady to do it for you?"

The TARDIS is dubiously eyeing the game and the offered dart, only taking it because she doesn't want to reject Gabriel, despite not even knowing how to hold the thing properly. But at Peter's last remark in a clearly condescending tone, she fixes the offending human with an ice cold look. "I am neither 'little' nor a lady," she says balefully before shifting her displeased gaze back to Gabriel. "And I think he can win his own imaginary prizes." She's just about had enough of Peter, and it's only her respect for the fact that this is Gabriel's projection that's keeping her from metaphorically whacking him on the nose in some way, just barely.

Gabriel sighs. He would really like for his two guests to at least coexist without chewing each other's heads off. "Come on, the teddy bear won't feel imaginary." He leans in and kisses her cheek while at the same time taking the dart back from her. If she doesn't want to play then she doesn't have to, but he is a little disappointed that she didn't take the opportunity to try it.

He turns to Peter with the handful of darts and holds them out flat for him to select one. "You've been given a challenge, you going to take her up on it?" Expecting his objections, he adds, "This is my dream, you know I can win if I want to. This is about you."

Peter snorts and holds his hands up as if to say he has no idea how the TARDIS could possibly get offended over his perfectly innocent remark. Being wary of her doesn't appear to be translating into showing her any sort of respect -- really, he's taking much the same approach he does with Gabriel.

He opens his mouth to object, only to be headed off by Gabirel. "What was that I said about rigged games?" he interjects as he takes a dart anyway. Weighing it in his hand a moment, he realizes a little too late that it's been years since he last played darts. It can't be that hard, though, right? Like riding a bicycle, except he hasn't done that in a long time, either. Squinting at the target, he tosses the dart in its general direction. It sticks in the board, but outside the target.

Well she would have tried it if Peter wasn't so rude. She's only slightly mollified by the kiss, but refrains from arguing further. Gabriel's wish for them to get along can only make her tolerant up to a point, she's never been willing to endure much disrespect for anyone else's sake.

She'd be happy to beat Peter at the game, but she knows she has terribly untrained hand-eye coordination and would just end up humiliating herself. Technically she could use her influence to direct the dart, but cheating wouldn't be very satisfying and Gabriel would notice, even if he might not tell on her. So she settles for finishing her cotton candy and sulkily glowering at them both while they play.

As The TARDIS finishes her cotton candy, he lets both his and hers disappear. Peter can keep his until he's finished.

"Peter, you've missed the mark. I think that means you forfeit your right to a prize." Gabriel shifts his stance a little, holding up a dart and focusing on the board for a moment before he throws it. It hits the target, but a little to the right of center, not a bulls eye.

He shrugs and receives a cute little teddy bear from the moustachioed vendor. It has been quite a while since he'd played darts too. "One more dart." He offers it to the TARDIS first, though he's not sure why, the way she's sulking. "TARDIS? Peter, want a second go?"

He shouldn't be disappointed. Peter doesn't see how he can be disappointed, since he was expecting to fail and since the prize is, as the TARDIS pointed out, imaginary. And what would he want with a teddy bear, anyway? For all, that, though, he still feels the sting of defeat.

"I don't really play darts," replies Peter, embarrassed about his performance. ~~What can he say? He's got his father's aim.~~ Looks like the TARDIS will have her chance, unless Gabriel really pushes him to go again.

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