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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[essentiallyharmless]

"Is she tiny with big curly brown hair?" she asks, somewhat annoyed by Peter's refusal to believe this. Mostly because she's annoyed at them being here as well. Though the upside is, if the Doctor figures out how to get back, it's not unlikely he'll help everyone else get home too. Or at least get out of the city. Because she doesn't particularly want to go back.

[fucking_ebay]

"When she's not a unicorn," he agrees reluctantly. "I know she's not human, whatever the fuck she is."

[essentiallyharmless]

"She's a sentient time machine with a body. Trust me, I've even traveled with her," Lucy answers, barely stopping herself from saying 'in her'. "Went to the end of the universe, saw the death of everything, and brought it back with us." There's just a hint of the old, unstable Lucy in her voice, the one Peter's only seen in a dream.

[fucking_ebay]

"...Right." Peter doesn't really know how to respond to that. The question of 'buhwhuh?' is a significant one, but he can also tell that they're straying dangerously close to some kind of crack in the facade.

[essentiallyharmless]

Let's just be glad she's currently a reptile with extremely limited ways to express emotions. She remains quiet for several long moments.

"Oh, didn't I mention? The Doctor was the one who abandoned me to rot in prison without a trial," she adds, feigning nonchalance. In case Peter needed a reason to dislike him.

[fucking_ebay]

"Fuck." This is the point at which Peter would probably try to hold her or comfort her in some way. He shifts a hand, wanting to place it comfortingly on her scales, but just manages to poke her in a slightly different spot with his thumb. "That's just...fuck."

[essentiallyharmless]

She will take his swearing as sympathy, so she gives him a gentle little nudge of affection with her nose in return.

"So you might see why I was a little started to bump into you when I first arrived here," she points out. "Given he has your face." At least she didn't say Peter has the Doctor's face.

[fucking_ebay]

It probably says something positive that rather than shy away, Peter gives her a little nuzzle in return. "I'm better looking," he informs her. And hopefully she's stopped looking at him and thinking of the Doctor. He doesn't like the idea of his face reminding Lucy of someone else.

[essentiallyharmless]

Aww, the cute romance of snake and bat. It would probably look a bit weird if anyone were watching.

"You are, actually," she agrees. Perhaps it's mostly because of her associations with the two looks, but she always thought the Doctor's hair was a bit dumb. And there's just something in Peter's manner that's more agreeable to her.

"Though admittedly he looks better for his age," she points out, some of her amusement returning.

[fucking_ebay]

Aww yiss, proper appreciation for his dashing good looks. But then --

"Hey!" For all Peter knows, he and the Doctor are the same age. The Doctor looks like a man in his thirties, anyway. "I don't look that old."

[essentiallyharmless]

Lucy laughs a bit at the misunderstanding. "Nooo, but the Doctor's an alien who's hundreds of years old," she informs him and nuzzles him again. "Whereas you actually look your age."

[fucking_ebay]

"Oh, and the fucker's hundreds of years old, too," huffs Peter. "That's just wonderful, I'm so glad we have wankers like that hanging around for centuries at a time."

[essentiallyharmless]

She snorts at that. Oh, Peter.

"At least we don't have to deal with them for centuries. Blessings of a short life-span," she answers. "And preferably they will spend their centuries somewhere else."

[fucking_ebay]

"I'll tell him that next time I see him," decides Peter. "Or the TARDIS."

[essentiallyharmless]

"Don't tell them I'm here," she answers quickly. She'd rather they weren't aware of that, thank you. Not that she really thinks they're gonna come after her with pitchforks, but...

[fucking_ebay]

Peter gives himself a little shake. "I wasn't going to," he protests. He hadn't thought to keep it especially secret (and now he's trying to remember if he did already tell the Doctor), but it's not like he's going to go out of his way to let them know.

[essentiallyharmless]

Lucy gives a little nod. "Good." She just needed to make that clear. Then again, if they know Gabriel, it's possible they already know anyway. But she's not planning on calling them up and asking.

[fucking_ebay]

"I'm not going to talk to her again anyway," says Peter consolingly. "I even got a promise that she'll do the same, lucky me."

[essentiallyharmless]

"Am I to assume she didn't like you?" she asks curiously. Peter doesn't exactly struggle to ingratiate himself with anyone (unless he's trying to sleep with them, and even then he's doingit badly), and she doubts the TARDIS would like someone so different wearing the Doctor's face.

[fucking_ebay]

"Hated me," he agrees. He'd tried to ingratiate himself with the TARDIS, either to try to sleep with her or to just prove to himself that he could, but she'd had none of it.

[essentiallyharmless]

"If it helps, I doubt she'd have slept with you even if she did like you," she comments with amusement. Or she'd certainly be surprised if she did.

[fucking_ebay]

"Another point in your favor," he acknowledges. He falls silent for a moment or two, though, too stuck on something the TARDIS said to be able to dismiss it just by making fun of her behind her back.

"I don't sulk," he says suddenly. "Not all the time."

[essentiallyharmless]

Lucy blinks at him. At least that's something a snake can do easily.

"Only occasionally," she answers honestly. She probably sees Peter in a good mood more often than other people do. And when he's in a bad mood, she often joins in with the complaining. So there's really only when she can't be bothered to listen to him whine that she tells him to suck it up and stop sulking. "Did the TARDIS say you do, or..?"

[fucking_ebay]

"She said some crap about me not being capable of enjoying anything," he shares. It's the sort of thing he sort of shrugs off, though no one ever had the balls to say it right to his face back when he was a minor celebrity. Then again, Gabriel said something pretty similar recently.

[essentiallyharmless]

"Well, that's patently untrue," she answers immediately and honestly. "You could perhaps be.. less defensive and more open about your enjoyment. You don't have to be all Master of Darkness all the time," she adds with a smile in her voice. "But I'd say we've had some fun." She's as usual trying to be honestly critical and supportive at the same time.