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The Big Applesauce Moderators ([personal profile] applesaucemod) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2013-06-01 06:24 pm

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!]
ginormotron: (like seeing grace)

[personal profile] ginormotron 2013-06-02 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Sam isn't sure what kind of animal he is, but as he lopes up to the dog, he realises that it must be tall, whatever it is. In the dream, in this mood, it strikes him as unexpectedly funny; of course it's tall; even when he's an animal, he's huge. Some kind of big wolf, maybe.

The dog greets him with a dopey, tongue-lolling grin, and if Sam were in his usual body, he'd ruffle his ears up and scruff up his fur and roll him onto his belly. He's still tempted to jump at him in play, until, suddenly, along with the doggy smile, he gets the mental impression of laughter, of a greeting. It sounds as if he's hearing it from a few rooms away, but he knows that voice as well as his own. It brings him up short and his eyes go wide; a high, caught whine snags in his throat, the lupine equivalent of a gasp.

'Dean?'
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[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2013-06-02 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
For a split second Edgar is extremely confused by the other dog's reaction. But he's had enough experience by now of people "hearing" his voice to quickly register what's happening.

His ears drop and he looks as apologetic as a dog can.

No, he thinks. I'm Edgar. I'm sorry if I sound like someone you know.