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- character: daine sarrasri,
- character: gabriel,
- dropped: aglet bottlerack,
- dropped: alianne,
- dropped: andrew noble,
- dropped: edgar sawtelle,
- dropped: james wood,
- dropped: lucy saxon,
- dropped: sam winchester,
- dropped: the doctor (10),
- dropped: the tardis,
- dropped: topher brink,
- dropped: zagreus,
- party post,
- retired: peter vincent,
- retired: yuri kostoglodov
It's Saturday night and you're hallucinating in your sleep!
It's that time again! The rift has caught the good little dreamers of New York (and beyond) in its currents and washed them ashore on a desert island in a dream wonderland. This time, however, quite a noticeable change has come over each of the attendees of this nocturnal party.
All the people who arrive in this shared mindspace will find that they have been transformed into some sort of animal they find familiar or that resembles them. They will find that they can still communicate with one another and that they still have all their mental faculties, but might be a little…well…influenced by the forms they have taken on.
They will also find that they have been deposited in the middle of the largest, most elaborate playground they have ever seen. Climbing equipment and slides of the sort meant for human children are in evidence, but so are cat trees, meadows, tunnels, pools and ponds, aerial obstacle courses, and anything else the mind can imagine, for as far as the eye can see.
[OOC: The usual dream party rules apply: players apply the party's theme (in this case, transformation) to their characters according to their own discretion, and both members and non-members are more than welcome to use this post to try out characters not yet in the game. Usual dreaming rules also apply, in that players can choose whether or not their characters will remember this in the morning. Have at!]
All the people who arrive in this shared mindspace will find that they have been transformed into some sort of animal they find familiar or that resembles them. They will find that they can still communicate with one another and that they still have all their mental faculties, but might be a little…well…influenced by the forms they have taken on.
They will also find that they have been deposited in the middle of the largest, most elaborate playground they have ever seen. Climbing equipment and slides of the sort meant for human children are in evidence, but so are cat trees, meadows, tunnels, pools and ponds, aerial obstacle courses, and anything else the mind can imagine, for as far as the eye can see.
[OOC: The usual dream party rules apply: players apply the party's theme (in this case, transformation) to their characters according to their own discretion, and both members and non-members are more than welcome to use this post to try out characters not yet in the game. Usual dreaming rules also apply, in that players can choose whether or not their characters will remember this in the morning. Have at!]
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Now, though, he doesn't seem so bad. With the way he's trembling in her hand, she almost feels sorry for him. "I'm afraid so," she replies. "I've never seen a bat so small before, and I've seen quite a few."
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He don't need her pity!"What makes you think I know how to do that stuff?" he grouses. "I thought bats were supposed to be there big leathery-winged things."
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"Here," she says, gently prodding his hind claws with it. "Try gripping this; it'll probably be more comfortable for you."
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He digs his claws in a bit as she goes on the move, then tries to scramble away when she starts poking him with a stick. "Hey -- stop it -- don't goddamn touch me!" he protests. He goes to kick it, but when his foot encounters the stick his toes wrap around it instead.
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It takes him a moment or two to stop shaking with fear and anger and to realize that actually, yes, he is more comfortable this way. Rather than acknowledge that she did right, though, he chooses to answer her first question. "I'd give you rabies," he tells her, sulking.
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"If you'd like to try flying, I could teach you," she offers. "I've taken bat shape before, so I know what it's like." Besides, if she could get him flying, she'd feel a bit better about leaving him to his own devices.
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"Who are you?" He must be acquiring manners in his new life, or he would have asked what she was.
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When he asks for her name, she hesitates for a moment. From what little she remembers of their last shared dream, she didn't make the best of impressions, either. "I'm Daine," she replies with an accompanying wave of calm reassurance.
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"And you can turn into a bat." This seems more familiar than he thinks it should.
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Back to flying, then. "Try spreading your fingers out as wide as you can," she suggests.
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Digging his toes in hard -- and that's really fucking weird, by the way -- Peter tentatively tries to spread the fingers of one hand. It feels right to straighten his elbow, too, but it doesn't even feel like he hits full extension before he can feel his fingers tugging on each other through the membrane, and tugging on his arm and down his side and his leg and -- alright, that's downright creepy. "God, that's weird," he tells her, folding it back up again. Not that having his hands folded down along his forearms and his thumbs sticking out is any less weird.
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"I know," she says with a wry smile. "It takes some getting used to. It looked good, though - your wing opened properly." Maybe he'll try it again without her prompting him. Otherwise, if she gave the stick a little jiggle, he'd probably open his wings instinctively.
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He delays a bit too long in getting to it on his own. The stick gives what feels like a massive lurch and his wings snap open, ready to catch him. "Careful!" he squawks.
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He moves his arms a little, though whether it could be called 'flapping' them is debatable. "I'm going to fall," he complains.
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"Fine, it's not all right," she says with a shrug, "but it'll be better for you if you can do more than crawl. Elsewise, someone's going to step on you by accident." Or maybe not by accident.
Switching back into Teacher Mode, she says, "Hold tight to the stick and try flapping a bit harder. Look, if you fall, I'll catch you." She puts her other hand a few inches beneath him, palm up.
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