[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!]

Comments

[alwaysalright]

Andrew and James probably shouldn't have started making out in front of Daine, then. That might have been a tip-off. And while James won't lie about it, he doesn't really volunteer the information either - certainly not to the Doctor. And the Doctor blithely assumes they're friends.

He knows better than to actually believe Andrew's disinterest, or to be insulted by it. He's been counting doors to know which are which, but there's no way to be certain they actually stay the same place.

He walks a bit down the hall and opens the appropriate door - nope. A theatre of some kind. Not his. He closes the door and checks the next one. A child's bedroom. Nope.

"That is, if I can find it," he comments. "It isn't in the same place."

[bluesuit_handy]

It was an emotional moment! Andrew has very carefully not said anything about that to Daine since then, and her failure to bring it up has almost allowed him to pretend it never happened. And James is Andrew's friend...among other things.

"Are you sure this is the same place?" asks Andrew, opening another across the hall. Some sort of stable? He shuts it again and strolls toward the next.

[alwaysalright]

"Fairly - I counted the doors," he answers, opening another - a throne room. Huh. He's tempted to investigate, but decides not to.

The next door, however, provides results. "Here," he says to gain Andrew's attention, and steps inside.

It's not the same place as when he arrived. This time it's one of the garden terraces, in the middle of the Capitol. This one is fairly close to where his rooms were, once he became a Time Lord. The view of the city itself and the surrounding mountains is stunning.

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew lingers at the door to the throne room, wishing whoever owns it were inside so he could question them mercilessly. He turns his head to look when the Doctor finds the right one, and trots over to join him lest they lose the room again.

"...Here," he agrees faintly as he steps inside and the sights and sounds -- and smells -- hit him. Shutting his eyes, he sniffs in a deep breath, turning his face to the suns' warmth.

[alwaysalright]

The Doctor does much the same, stepping to the edge and leaning against the balustrade, soaking up the view. Sure, it's all reconstructed from his memories, so it's not like he's learning anything from looking. But it's still breathtaking.

He doesn't say anything for a while, just enjoying the setting and letting Andrew do the same. It doesn't come without a twinge of sadness and regret, though.

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew stays like that for a few moments, but soon he opens his eyes again to drink in the sight as well as the feeling of it. It's only a projection of their memories, he knows -- of the Doctor's memories, even, since he doubts he has anything this crystal-clear left in his own head. Even so, he'd rather pretend for a few minutes that this really is home than talk about the present.