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!]

Comments

[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.]

[alwaysalright]

"Reputations are often misleading," he answers warily. And his claws are extended and ready, thank you. If Gabriel wants to strike, he'll get himself scratched as well.

[has_a_horn]

"Is that what you're worried about?" Yeah, he definitely hasn't missed the claws being out. He's ready for a fight here, but he doesn't particularly want one.

[alwaysalright]

Oh good, because the Doctor doesn't really want one either. Well. He might shove him or something, but he doesn't actually want to hurt him. He's not so vindictive, doesn't dislike him that bad. He did actually like Gabriel well enough, he just simply doesn't particularly trust him, and didn't like how he acted around the TARDIS (both when the Doctor was actually there, and what he heard from her after their fight).

"It wouldn't take me by surprise, to put it that way," he answers.

[has_a_horn]

"I wouldn't worry your little furry head over it too much, if you're out to protect the TARDIS's virtue. That ship has sailed." Literally. What with the yelling and storming off. He's definitely not aware that the TARDIS would have told anyone about their fight, much less the Doctor. So, as far as he's concerned, this is a vague explanation rather than a vague consolation.

[alwaysalright]

The Doctor rolls his eyes at this - though it's not quite as effective when you're a cat. And he's not sure virtue is a concept that applies to either of them.

And he doesn't know the details, especially not the parts of her dissatisfaction regarding the Doctor, but he couldn't help but sense her upset after it happened (given she was comforting him about his nightmare), and she told him that she'd fought with Gabriel. That's all he needed to know, really. "She doesn't need my protection, as you'll have noticed."

[has_a_horn]

"But she does have it. Your protection." He'd noticed that well enough the last time they'd met.

"What you should be asking is does she want it. Or, y'know, what she wants at all." If he wasn't a bird, he'd shrug. As it is, he shuffles his wings a bit. "I'd think you could figure that one out. What with the weird symbiosis thing you've got goin' on."

[alwaysalright]

You know what cats are pretty good at? Glaring.

"Are you implying you know better than I do?" he asks. Part of him wants to fly away, figuring Gabriel only wants to create unrest between them. But there's enough of a niggling doubt that he stays. Of course, part of the problem is he does know, he just can't provide it, just like she can't provide it for him. They're from different universes, and there's nothing to be done about that.

[has_a_horn]

"Not at all. Me an' her got a couple false starts and then nothin. You think I know her?" He shakes his head. They'd gotten rather close rather quickly, actually, now that he thinks about it. It's not something Gabriel usually does, but she'd helped save him. She forced him out of his shell, and it had been nice to be known.

"I'm implying that you should talk to your ship." He knows that the TARDIS has reservations and doubts when it comes to the Doctor. If she's not talking to him anymore, why not try to fix the other relationship in her life? Nothing wrong with showing a little interest, right?

[alwaysalright]

And now he's just confused, because Gabriel doesn't seem as spiteful as he'd first thought, but his motivations are anything but clear. Of course, he's pretty hard to read to begin with, and him currently being an albatross doesn't make it any easier.

"And what makes you say that?" he asks, his voice not quite as hard.

[has_a_horn]

The Doctor's not the only one aggravated with him being an albatross. He is missing out on making so many different facial expressions here.

He pauses for a moment, not exactly sure that he wants to go forward with telling the Doctor what had happened between him and the TARDIS. "The part where she got mad at me for acting too much like you. That might've been a clue."

[alwaysalright]

The Doctor bristles a little at that. He's aware they're both quite capable of annoying and frustrating one another, but they always make up.

"In what way?" If Gabriel is trying to make him worried, rather than just be helpful, he's succeeding.

[has_a_horn]

"Oh, I'm sure you've had the conversation before. Favoring all your human buddies seems to be the biggee." He shakes his head. If the TARDIS has been able to build up that much resentment about the Doctor over time, it's probably not the most healthy of relationships, symbiosis or no. "Don't ask me for details. I don't know 'em."

Wheee forgot you'd answered

[alwaysalright]

The Doctor huffs. There might be a smidgen of truth in that, but now she's got a humanoid body, he's been running around with her a lot, so he doesn't consider this a big current deal.

"And is that the problem she had with you as well?" he asks.

[has_a_horn]

"I wasn't doing any favoring. That was her problem." He shuffles his wings a bit. If there's a 'ruffled feathers' comparison to be made here, he's not the one that's going to make it. "Getting cuddly with me doesn't mean she gets put on a pedestal."

[alwaysalright]

"Oh, you were getting cuddly, were you?" he asks with just a hint of jealousy. He may be a bit defensive. Even if they apparently aren't talking now, so there's no point in actually being defensive, but whatever.

[has_a_horn]

"Very cuddly." Hey, it's true. Not that it matters, but it had been nice for a little while there. "But like I said, you can keep the claws in, I'm just trying to help you out."