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

[fucking_ebay]

"...Here's hoping you don't smell Miss Horse-Shit," says Peter, mentally making a face. "And I don't have the right number of limbs; there's this tail sticking out of my arse, and someone's attached my arms to my hips."

[essentiallyharmless]

"Close enough, though," she answers with an amused mental smirk. "I practically am tail, so you don't get to complain. Plus, you can fly. That's perk enough, isn't it?" What can she do as a snake? Slither? Bite? That's about it.

[fucking_ebay]

"I can complain about whatever I want," Peter informs her primly. He squeaks and listens to the echo, then sniffs the air, turns his head, and does it again. "There's a bunch of cat trees ahead," he informs her. "I was over there earlier."

[essentiallyharmless]

Lucy can feel the squeak more than she can hear it, though it doesn't tell her anything. Echolocation's not her thing.

"Cat trees. I really want to see the manager of this place. If there is one," she comments, changing her course a little. She's smelling for other animals.

[fucking_ebay]

"You'll have to take it up with the rift," shrugs Peter. "What do snakes even do, anyway? Obviously we're not going climbing."

Forgetting, naturally, that she had climbed that net before he got there.

[essentiallyharmless]

"I can climb easily enough," she answers. "Some snakes burrow, but I don't think this one does. Or swim, for that matter."

[fucking_ebay]

"I don't think bats swim," supplies Peter quickly, really not wanting to find out for himself.