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

[wildmage_daine]

"Just because they have 'em doesn't mean they'd use them on you." Canting her head to one side a little, she can't resist adding, "No offense, but I think you're more likely to get hurt by accident. You're too tiny to go after on purpose. Wouldn't be fair."

[fucking_ebay]

"Oh, thanks. That makes me feel so much better." And so very manly, too. Apparently he needs constant reminders that he's in the body of a ladybug. "Anyway, I'm flying well now, you said so yourself."

[wildmage_daine]

"You're welcome," comes the cheerful reply. A bit more soberly, she adds, "You are. And if you remember to squeak, you'll be able to see folk coming well before they could do you any harm." That's not technically true, but she's taking it for granted that none of the 'animals' here would forget themselves so entirely as to just attack Peter on sight and try to eat him.

Daine climbs to her feet and stretches. "Still, you're welcome to stick with me for as long as you like. I think I'm going to go look around a bit more and see who else is here."

[fucking_ebay]

No, they'll just step on him with their gigantic hooves and then tell him off.

He'd shrug but, well. "I'll be fine," he says with a theatrical little sigh. "You go do your mingling."

[wildmage_daine]

She's not sure she believes him, but refusing to leave him alone wouldn't be much of a vote of confidence. "I should be fair easy to find if you change your mind," she says instead as she starts to mosey away. "I think I might be the only two-legger here."

[fucking_ebay]

Peter needs all the votes of confidence he can get. Also, adulation. He could use some adulation.

"I'll squeak until I see someone gawky on two legs," he agrees.

[wildmage_daine]

'Gawky'? That's a bit rich coming from him, but if he doesn't remember their last encounter, she's not about to remind him. She does seriously consider saying that if she needs to find him, she'll just look for the tiniest animal here, but then decides to give him a break. Mithros only knows if anyone else here is going to be nice to him; adorable shape or no, he's a bit abrasive.

"Happy flying," she says instead. "Try not to crash." Again.

[fucking_ebay]

Only a bit? This is the man who struck terror into the hearts of personal assistants. Of course, personal assistants get paid to deal with the likes of him...and can always be replaced. It's a bit more difficult when he has to try to deal with real people.

"Try not to trip," he shoots back cheerfully, as if this is a problem she has.