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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[wildmage_daine]

Daine isn't so sure the mess with Carthak could have been solved by any one person, but it's not as if it matters anymore. "We took care of Carthak," she says, torn between pride at what they'd accomplished and shame for the uncomfortably large role she played in it, "so we won't be getting any more trouble from them, at least. Their new emperor is much more sensible than the old one was."

[theoldgirl]

"That is good," the TARDIS says, arching her neck to give Daine another place to scratch. "Perhaps you will have peace for a little while then." Until the next human thinks of ways to hurt others for their own gain. It just goes on and on with them, really.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine obliges, turning her attention to the TARDIS's neck. "I hope so," she says, frowning a little. "I'd hate to think of more trouble heading Tortall's way while I'm stuck here." She has plenty of faith in her friends' abilities, but she'd still rather be helping them than not.

Which reminds her... the TARDIS was working on the rift problem, wasn't she? "Have you had any luck figuring out how to get folk home?"

[theoldgirl]

At Daine's question the TARDIS gives a displeased snort, shaking her head unhappily. "The rift is causing me many difficulties. The Doctor is having to help me compensate for them all before I can even try to penetrate it." And there's also the fact that the Doctor keeps getting distracted with things in the city. Though she knows he needs those distractions to keep from going stir-crazy. "But we have gathered a lot of information and are working on it."

[wildmage_daine]

The TARDIS's frustration is clearly visible to Daine, familiar as she is with equine body language, and the girl sighs in commiseration. The rift does seem to like causing difficulties, doesn't it? It sounds like the TARDIS is having an especially hard time of it, though, and Daine wonders if the rift's been targeting her especially. "Does it trouble you a lot?" she asks, brow furrowed in concern.

[theoldgirl]

The TARDIS doesn't exactly expect humans to be all that perceptive, particularly concerning her own emotional state, so whenever one of them makes an accurate guess it takes her a bit by surprise. She tilts her head towards the girl, ears flickering uncertainly for a moment. But there's no real harm in being honest.

"Yes," she admits rather morosely," it does very much. I am... attuned to reality on a fundamental level, and the rift is a massive, ever shifting disturbance." And there's also the fact that she's completely reliant on the rift's erratic energy output for survival, but that's a weakness too grave to reveal to anyone. "Being in this universe is a strain on my health, you might say."

[wildmage_daine]

Daine has just enough time to wonder if she shouldn't have asked before the TARDIS answers. "But that's awful!" she says, as if her protestations could stop the rift from being every bit as awful as it wants to be. Her hand stills on the TARDIS's neck as she considers what it would be like to have the rift upsetting her not just every now and again - and not just in the sense that it had torn her away from her home - but all the time. To the point where her health was affected. Odd's bobs, that's more than anyone should have to deal with. "I'm sorry."

She doesn't suppose there's anything she can do that the Doctor couldn't, but she still asks, "Is there any way I could help?"

[theoldgirl]

Tell Gabriel to come be friends with her again. If the TARDIS weren't a unicorn right now she'd give Daine a tired smile, but as it is she just huffs softly and inclines her head. "No, but I appreciate your sympathy." On bad days it still irks her that she's required to express herself in the narrow confinements of words and a humanoid form to get some basic appreciation and respect, but on the whole it's just nice to be understood. "I've endured worse than this, and the Doctor takes care of me," she tells the girl, giving her a reassuring nudge with her nose.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine doesn't feel all that reassured - she's still troubled by the thought of the rift causing such a constant strain on the TARDIS (or anyone, for that matter). But what can she do?

"I'm glad the Doctor's helping, at least," she says, rubbing around the base of the TARDIS's ears.