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- character: daine sarrasri,
- character: gabriel,
- dropped: aglet bottlerack,
- dropped: alianne,
- dropped: andrew noble,
- dropped: edgar sawtelle,
- dropped: james wood,
- dropped: lucy saxon,
- dropped: sam winchester,
- dropped: the doctor (10),
- dropped: the tardis,
- dropped: topher brink,
- dropped: zagreus,
- party post,
- retired: peter vincent,
- retired: yuri kostoglodov
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!]
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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Sighing, Daine looks down at her dripping clothes. First things first: she pulls her hair to one side and twists it, trying to squeeze some of the excess water out of her curls. "I didn't know you wrote," she says, a bit surprised by the revelation.
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Well, she can start making up for it, now. "What sort of stuff do you write about?" she asks, giving her hair one last squeeze before concluding that it's as dry as it's going to get without a towel. Now, the shirt. She peels the hem away from her body so she can start wringing out the cloth as best she can without just taking the whole thing off.
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He watches, feeling a little bad again about getting her wet when she doesn't have a change of clothes. When she starts tugging on the hem of her shirt he looks away, thinking she's going to take it off. It's easier to find the work than to find a real job, he admits. But let's just say it's a good thing I've got the allowance.
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Seeing that Yuri's turned away, she only hesitates for a moment before taking her shirt off. Wringing it out while wearing it wasn't doing the trick, and she still has a breastband on. She holds the sopping mass out over the water and starts to wring it out properly.
"It'd be nice to have some sort of job," she says as she works. "But my magic's the only useful thing I have, and I can't exactly advertise it."
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Deciding the shirt's had enough, she shakes it out and puts it back on. It's still cold and damp, but at least it's not dripping and clinging to her anymore. "Back home, I'd be serving the crown," she says, trying not to sound resentful that this realm affords her no such purpose. Helping the People ought to be enough, but it doesn't fill her days, and it doesn't get her any closer to home. She feels like she's just killing time while she waits for someone smarter than her to figure out how to get her out of here.
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It's a half-hearted attempt at a bad joke, and Yuri knows it. Surreptitiously glancing to see if she's got her shirt back on, he hefts himself out of the water when he sees that she does. He almost shakes, but catches himself in time and reduces it to a little wag of his head. Even if people don't buy the strays, at least they'd get to come inside for a while, he muses, back to the plan she brought up earlier.
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Looking down at her pants, she sighs and begins half-heartedly trying to squeeze at least a little of the surplus water out of the fabric. It's a lost cause, but at least the subject shift is a welcome distraction.
"They'd like that," Daine says with a nod. Of course, they wouldn't appreciate being tossed back out into the cold if no one adopts them. It won't come to that, she decides. Surely there's work they could do for the rebels, enough to justify their presence. They could help guard the place, or catch rats, or something.
Climbing to her feet, Daine gives each of her feet a little shake. It doesn't do much for her overall dampness, and the light breeze that had been pleasant ten minutes ago is a bit chilling, now. She shivers and heads back up the dock, looking for a sunny spot that's out of the wind.
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Where are you going to keep them? he asks belatedly. I mean, maybe we could get you a second room or something, but there's not a whole lot of free space.
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Then again, the practicalities of having a bigger place are getting harder to overlook. She could take in more strays, and Aly would be more comfortable. And if she's not going to be allowed anywhere near Yuri as a bear anymore...
Hugging her knees to her chest, she says, "I suppose I should." But she's not happy or enthusiastic about it.
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Plopping down beside her (not in a position to block the breeze -- if he realized why she picked this spot, he might arrange himself differently), he gives a little shrug. You don't have to. But if she did, she would be far away enough she couldn't hear him, right?
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It's a selfish arrangement that won't work in the long run. Daine knows that much. It's just that she doesn't like to admit, even to herself, that it might be prudent to start thinking with the long run in mind - especially now that Aly's here. It'd be a fine thing for her to insist that they'll be home soon for Aly's benefit and then turn around and get an apartment.
Nor would moving out of the base do much good during the full moon. It's not as if being out of earshot would change what Yuri was going through or enable her to just forget about him.
Not knowing what to say, Daine just shrugs moodily and hugs her knees a bit tighter. She's going to start shivering in earnest in a minute, but unless a change of clothing falls out of the sky, there's not much she can do about it except wait it out.
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Yuri sinks into silence as well, not sure how to read her reticence. He doesn't want to push her too hard when they're more or less getting along (there haven't been any major outbursts on either side, at least). He's not so obtuse, though, that he doesn't eventually notice her shivering.
Are you cold?
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Sitting down behind his shoulder takes care of the breeze, at least, and while his fur is still a bit damp, it's warmer than her clothes. "Thanks," she says, leaning back against his side with a sigh of relief.
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What do you think this place is, anyway? he asks. It's not Manhattan.
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Vague memories of other large rifty gatherings begin to resurface. "Dream?" she guesses.
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