It's Saturday night and you're hallucinating in your sleep!

[applesaucemod]

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!]

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[has_a_horn]

He knows he's dreaming, so it's a bit of a shock to find himself suddenly out of his human body. In fact, he's not even on land anymore. As he shifts into the shared dreaming, it's on the massive seven foot wingspan of an albatross. These wings are built more for distance than acrobatics, but he has enough experience with this sort of thing to know how to take advantage of what he's got.

With the air rushing past him, he spots a hoop set on a long pole. With a few beats of his wings, he builds up speed and then quickly brings them in, doing a showy barrel roll through the hoop before diving to fly closer to the ground. If there's someone else here, he's betting that they'll be along the ground somewhere rather than in the sky.

[aly_brighteyes]

Even in crow form, Aly's Sight gives her enough clues to guess who it is under those feathers.

A crow is smaller and nimbler than the great seabird he's become. For now, she chooses instead to sit primly on one of the rings and claim it as a perch.

[has_a_horn]

A pass down along the ground doesn't reveal much, so he returns to the sky. This feeling isn't the same as how it feels for him to fly, but it is similar enough that he finds it enjoyable.

He makes another pass at one of the rings, only this time, there's someone sitting atop it. He circles around closer, but he doesn't immediately recognize who it is.

"Hello." Landing on the ring is a bit of a tricky task as it is, so he doesn't bother trying to land next to her. Instead, he lands at the bottom of ring, his wings flapping out for a moment as his webbed feet find purchase. Let her come down if she wants to.

[aly_brighteyes]

"Hello there," she replies, watching as the great seabird arranges itself. It makes her wonder what form Kyprioth would take if not a great crow with too much jewelry.

"Come here often?"

[theoldgirl]

*awkwardly watches u from across the playground*

gd creeper unicorns

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel spikes upwards when he feels her presence, retreating from it in favor of performing a little bit of reconnaissance. She's a unicorn? Of course she is. He eventually circles back down within range to sense her, but doesn't come any further.

U first :|

creeper love is deeper love

[theoldgirl]

His retreat tells her everything she needs to know, confirming the painful suspicion she'd arrived at after over a week without a word from him. After all the conflicts they'd managed to navigate through, that last one was obviously the final straw. She watches him soar for a moment longer, hoping he's enjoying the flight, before lowering her head and walking off in the other direction in search of more willing company.

[has_a_horn]

Well, that answers his question about whether or not she wants to talk to him. He'd been close enough for her to sense him and she'd chosen to walk away instead of confronting him. It's obvious that she doesn't want anything to do with him any longer.

He watches her go for a moment, then beats his wings and heads higher, searching out a stronger wind current.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine glances up in surprise as a large bird buzzes past only a few scant feet above her head. Shading her eyes, she whistles in appreciation of its wingspan. It's not the first time she's seen an albatross, but it's easy to forget how huge they are.

[has_a_horn]

The whistle catches his attention and he wings back around to get a better look at who that was. When he sees it's her, he swoops down and lands on a nearby tree stump. "Looks like you're the only one sitting out on the transformations."

[wildmage_daine]

Oh, it's Gabriel. Figures he'd end up in a shape with giant wings. They're going to have to have a talk about that sometime.

And ugh, thanks for the reminder. "I'm stuck like this," she complains, frowning down at herself.

[has_a_horn]

Talk about what? Pfft. Nothing to talk about!

"Only till you wake up. Until then, be glad you don't have webbed feet. These are a bitch."

[wildmage_daine]

She won't bring it up now, but soon. She has some wikipedia pages to print off, first.

"I suspect that's why real albatrosses spend most of their time on the wing," Daine says with a wry smile. "Anyway, it could be worse." He could be an itty-bitty bat like Peter, for example.

[has_a_horn]

"I think I would rather be flying. Hard to carry on a conversation that way, though."

[wildmage_daine]

"Unless it was with another bird." And she's seen a few, though none so large as Gabriel. Swallowing her resentment over her current inability to just take bird shape and join him in flight, she finds herself asking, "Enjoying your wings, then?" The dream ones, clearly, not the, uh... other dream ones.

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel stretches a wing out and back, turning his head to take a look. "I've been having fun actually being able to fly." And he has, with the flying. The bit with running into the Doctor and the TARDIS ignoring him was less fun.

[wildmage_daine]

"It is fair wondrous," she agrees with a wistful smile. "And you couldn't be in a better shape for it." When she wakes up in the morning, she's definitely taking bird shape. Stuff the rift.

It's probably just as well she's unaware of their collective spat. Granted, her interaction with Peter the bat was pleasant enough that she'd be more inclined than some others might be to acknowledge that he even could be good company, but her expectations still aren't that high. She'd have a harder time understanding how two nigh-godlike beings could allow something as unsurprising as Peter's ill humor to spoil their fun.

[alwaysalright]

The Doctor's stretching his wings a bit, and though this shape isn't really made for long-distance flying, it's not terrible at acrobatics. He's already swooshed about a bit and taken a few dives, so now he's looking for somewhere to land where he can get a nice overview of the area. Thankfully there's a small platform - he's not quite sure how well he'd do on those rings with his paws.

[has_a_horn]

Oh, well, that's an interesting thing. At first he thinks that it's just a cat on the platform, but when he comes closer, he sees the wings and automatically pulls up to land at take a closer look. His massive wings flap for a moment before folding in.

"Not quite a sphinx, are you?"

[alwaysalright]

The Doctor automatically lets out a chirp of greeting. He regrets slightly once he realises who it is by the voice, though. He's tempted to keep quiet and maybe just fly off, but...

"Sphinxes are pretty unlikable anyway," he answers.

[has_a_horn]

Oh fuck, it's him. Well, he can't just fly away now that he's said hello. "Are they? We always got along like gangbusters." Not true, but it works, for the moment.

[alwaysalright]

"Given your universe doesn't have aliens, I doubt we have the same kind of sphinxes," he answers, flicking his tail a bit. He hadn't cared much for Gabriel when he'd suddenly shown up in the TARDIS, though at least he was capable of playing nice for her sake, then. But given how much he upset her recently, he probably won't be as forgiving this time.

[has_a_horn]

The TARDIS upset him too :|||

"Alien sphinxes. Huh." If he had his own body at the moment, he might pull a face, but as it is, he tilts his head to the side. "Got the whole menagerie here today. Did you see, the TARDIS was a unicorn?" Yeah, smooth. Real smooth.

[alwaysalright]

"Of course I saw," he answers, stretching like a cat and extending his wings at the same time. "And you're an albatross. Huh. Should've made you a pelican." Because Gabriel being bigger than him (even if the Doctor is larger than a regular cat) won't stop him being rude.

[has_a_horn]

"Why's that?" He moves over a little closer the the Doctor (Striking distance, you might say.) and resettles his wings a little. He's not really loving these webbed feet. Albatrosses are really meant to stay in the air. "The reputation for care and compassion? Or just the big mouth?"

[ooc: lol, pelican was a fortuitous insult.]