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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!]
edgar_sawtelle: (Smile)

[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2013-06-03 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Strangely, Edgar smells Daine before he sees her. He hadn't even realized he knew her smell, but in his canine form that's what gets his attention. He glances around and spots her not far away. Grinning, he trots over and sits down in front of her.

Then he stares up at her, amusement in his eyes. Wait until she realizes he's a dog.
wildmage_daine: (enjoying this conversation)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-06-03 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Hullo, there." Daine grins and drops to a crouch in front of the dog, offering a hand for him to sniff. "You're a handsome fellow, aren't you?"
edgar_sawtelle: (Smirk)

[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2013-06-03 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Edgar gives a canine huff of laughter. More out of amusement than anything, he gives the proffered hand a healthy lick before speaking.

Am I? he thinks at her. About the most I can see of myself is my tail. He gives said tail a few happy shakes, still fascinated by the feel of it and how it sometimes has a mind of its own.
wildmage_daine: (glad to see you)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-06-03 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Wait... she knows that voice. "Edgar?" she asks with an incredulous grin. Now that she thinks about it, though, perhaps she should have guessed. "You look a bit like Almondine."
edgar_sawtelle: (Questioning)

[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2013-06-03 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
For some reason, Edgar feels oddly proud about that. From the tail I guessed I probably did.

He sits and quickly scratches at his ear. As a thought hits him, he stops mid-scratch, his foot dropping back to the ground.

Why aren't you in animal form?
wildmage_daine: (wtf)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-06-03 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I would be if the rift wasn't mucking with my magic," she complains, wrinkling her nose. "I'm stuck in human shape." And she's not pleased about it. Everyone else seems to be having fun in their animal shapes, and she's conveniently forgotten that she can have fun in animal shape any other time she wants.
edgar_sawtelle: (Main)

[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2013-06-03 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Edgar can sense her frustration, and he lays a hand on her arm. Well, a paw anyway, but it's a paw of support.

I'm sorry. He means it, but his excitement about being a dog (a DOG!) far outweighs his sympathy for Daine's predicament and soon he's up again, sniffing around, tail wagging like a metronome.

I can see why you like shapeshifting so much, though. This is great!
wildmage_daine: (smile profile)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-06-03 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks," Daine says with a wry smile, reaching up to scritch beneath his ear before he tears off in search of new scents to follow. She can't help but smile a bit wider at his enthusiasm, though she wishes she could take dog shape and share the experience.

Well, she can still share a bit, surely. Casting about on the ground for a few moments, she soon finds a stick that looks perfect for throwing. "Want to try fetching?" she asks, waggling the stick enticingly.
edgar_sawtelle: (Smile)

[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2013-06-03 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Edgar enjoys the ear scritch, but when she offers fetch, he pauses. A part of him feels it wouldn't be... dignified to chase a stick. But a much larger part of him really, really wants to chase said stick. Besides, it's just a version of playing catch, right?

Tail whipping so hard it's making the entire back half of his body waggle, he jumps in delight.

Yes!
wildmage_daine: (amused)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-06-03 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Dignity, schmignity. We can all pretend not to remember this in the morning.

"All right, here it goes..." Daine pulls her arm back and hurls the stick through the air, and it lands in some tall grass about twenty-five yards away.
edgar_sawtelle: (Smirk)

[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2013-06-03 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Edgar tears off after the stick, delighting in the smells, the rush of air, the way his legs (all four of them) eat up the distance.

When he reaches the stick, he has enough presence of mind to be careful in retrieving it, so as to get the least amount of slobber and/or dirt on it that he can manage. He's sure Daine wouldn't mind either way, but he at least tries to keep the stick clean out of politeness.

He trots back to her, feeling rather pleased with himself, all things considered.
wildmage_daine: (mischievous)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-06-03 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
"That was quick," she says approvingly in lieu of the usual praise she'd give a normal dog. Considering their options, she gives him a mischievous grin. "Should we find a pond to chuck it in, next? You could go swimming."
edgar_sawtelle: (Smile)

[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2013-06-03 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Edgar grins. That sounds great.
wildmage_daine: (kind)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-06-03 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Daine stands on her toes and shades her eyes, looking around for a body of water. She's sure there's one not too far off, and soon she spots a tell-tale glimmer through the grass. "This way," she says, breaking into a run.

And look at that: a nice little pond, complete with a dock. Daine jogs out to the end of the wooden dock and lifts the stick. "Ready?"
edgar_sawtelle: (Questioning)

[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2013-06-03 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes! Elated, Edgar turns in a circle, then stops facing the pond, tensed to pounce.
wildmage_daine: (amused)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-06-03 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Here we go!" Daine throws the stick with a bit less force this time, not wanting to make Edgar swim as far as he had to run before.
edgar_sawtelle: (Smile)

[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2013-06-04 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Edgar sprints the few feet to the edge of the dock, then launches himself into the pond. He hadn't given any thought to whether he'd actually be able to swim as a dog, but nature takes its course and he surfaces easily enough to doggy paddle to the floating stick.

He grabs it with his mouth and heads back to the dock. After hauling himself up, he gives in to the urge to shake. It's an extremely odd sensation, like a massive, purposeful shiver, but the feeling of the pond water flying off of him is also satisfying.

Pleased with himself, he drops the stick on the dock and braces himself for another throw.
wildmage_daine: (mischievous)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-06-04 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Daine watches him, grinning in vicarious enjoyment. Not being able to shift is annoying, but at least Edgar's having a wonderful time. When he shakes himself off, she splutters in protest and ineffectively tries to shield her face.

"Thanks," she deadpans once he's stopped, though her mood (unlike the rest of her) is undampened. After picking up the stick, she gives it a teasing little waggle before throwing it out into the pond again.

edgar_sawtelle: (Questioning)

[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2013-06-12 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
When Edgar leaps from the dock this time, an odd sensation rises in his chest. Instinctively, he opens his mouth to bark in excitement, only for nothing to come out. Having retrieved the stick, he hauls himself back up on the dock.

Too caught up in thought to even shake this time, he stands dripping.

Do I sound different from regular dogs to you? he asks Daine.
wildmage_daine: (kind)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-06-18 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
Daine's brow furrows a little at the odd huff Edgar makes instead of barking, but then she wonders if she ought to be surprised, really. At his question, she shrugs, then crouches to put herself at his level.

"In my head, you mean? Not really; your voice is the same as it is when you're human, it's just that you don't have to be touching for me to hear you."

Unless he means when he tried to bark, in which case, yes.