Let's Do the Time Warp (Again)

[applesaucemod]

It's that time again, but time seems to be a bit muddled. As usual, people from all over the multiverse are being drawn into the Dreaming by the rift. This time, in addition to (or sometimes instead of) picking up the residents of Manhattan, they take them from their home universe but from a different point in time. You may find yourself suddenly encountering a future version of yourself, or perhaps you bump into a friend taken from long before you met them.

Tonight's setting is also time-twisted. You're still in Manhattan, but it seems to be closer to the 1930s. Specifically, you're in an old hotel. There's the dimly lit lobby, with chairs and tables for relaxed mingling. The bar, where tables are front of a stage, on which a band is playing various hits of the 30s. There's also an outdoor area if you need fresh air. Or you could explore the hotel, but it's mostly corridors, unless you stumble upon an unlocked room.



[Mod note: Usual dream-party rules apply. Both members and non-members are welcome to use any character, be they already in the game or no.

For game-specific characters, you can choose whether or not they will remember their time in Manhattan if they're taken from the future. You can take your character from multiple different points in time, if you want.]

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[theoldgirl]

His disbelief isn't terribly off-putting; he hadn't believed her in his nightmare either, and his reaction then had been the opposite of amused. The mention of Lucifer, though, is very unexpected, but after a moment of dubious frowning she finds the lore that tells her he's technically an angel too. Another difficult brother of Gabriel's, then, to say the least.

She's considering asking him more about it when there's a confusing shift in his mood, and she regards him with some concern. But that's familiar too, accidentally bringing up something unpleasant, as is the subsequent attempt at distraction, and she nods willingly enough. "Ah, yes, of course."

As they start making their way over to the stage, she tilts her head up at him and adds tentatively, "But I was not put up to this. I can still prove it, if you like."

[essentiallyharmless]

Hello Peter, you're being approached by a stunning lady in a skimpy dress, who looks like she might be slightly drunk. Unfortunately for you, she's not the most balanced and compassionate woman at this time.

"You shouldn't be doing that," she comments with a slightly predatory smile.

[bluesuit_handy]

Fortunately, Handrew isn't actually inclined to tackle Topher or tear his throat out or anything. He slows when he rounds the corner and sees that the mystery man doesn't have anywhere to run to -- and that he's looking sort of spooked.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he says in what he thinks is a reassuring tone. "I'm Andrew. Do you know where the ice machine is?"

[eighth]

"THERE you are!" the Doctor exclaims as he hears Charley calling for him. "I've been looking for you everywhere" he says, which might be an exaggeration, as he bounds over and takes her hand with a grin. "Have you heard the band? They're magnificent!"

[nedofpies]

Okay, it's perhaps not the most alarming question to open a conversation with, but Ned definitely thinks it ranks in the top ten. Top twenty, at the very least.

"Yeees?" he answers, though the middle vowel sound is drawn-out as if it were a question, as if he were unsure of his answer. What else WOULD he be? Which is about when he notices that the girl who is speaking to him isn't exactly touching the ground. She's floating. Just a floating girl with fangs asking him if he's human.

What kind of bar is this?

[eighth]

There's a rather different variation of the Doctor wandering around. This one is several hundred years younger, and not so burdened as his future selves by horrors yet to come. He's still rather early in this body's life, still filled with wide-eyed enthusiasm. At the moment he's enjoying the band, having gotten himself a colourful drink that seems more fruit and sugar than actual alcohol.

[powerdealer]

This is not Seth's first foray into the Dreaming, but it's his first in a long time. Any form of telepathy was cut off where the rebels kept him - couldn't have him communicating with the outside world, after all. Yet it's familiar enough. Enough for him to recognise it for what it is, at least. He'll keep a low profile here too, but he feels slightly safer knowing no one can figure out his physical location or lock him up here. Well, probably. He's seen a lot of powers come and go, no doubt one exists for that purpose as well. So he'll just hang back a bit, sitting at a table at the back of the garden area, watching the people, keeping an eye out for familiar faces.

[fucking_ebay]

This place just got less boring. Peter leers as only a teenaged boy can, leaning forward and bracing his elbows on the counter to give her a predatory look of his own.

"Yeah? You gonna spank me?"

[essentiallyharmless]

"No," Lucy answers, reaching over towards him, and picks up a letter opener, lifting it smoothly up towards Peter's throat. "But I might cut you."

Well, not boring is still accurate.

[has_a_horn]

"I can perceive that you are something of what you say you are." He looks back down at her. He still looks a little shaken and his smile isn't back yet, but the interest is there, clear behind his eyes. "There's no need. Unless it's particularly interesting proof?"

[bluesuit_handy]

"Excuse me --"

There's a rather short man just come around the corner. He looks like he'd be lucky to top out at 4'7", and he frowns as he tilts his head to look up at the stranger. "Have you seen someone else who looks like me?"

[has_a_horn]

"Awful lot of keys on the wall for it to be full. Doing renovations?" Gabriel smiles back at him, raises an eyebrow. It's abundantly clear that he's fully aware Peter doesn't work here.

[brink]

"No," Topher answers, though it's dubious whether it's an actual answer or just a repetition. Now he's looking over Andrew more closely, there's a spark of recognition though. Something from very long ago, but it has him relaxing a little. "1930s - they don't have ice machines," he points out. Being crazy hasn't made him less clever.

[fucking_ebay]

It takes him a moment; he's expecting reprisal, and when she doesn't get angry, he almost thinks she's flirting back. He catches the glint of the blade and snaps to reality, eyes widening as he abruptly stands and backs away. "Jesus! Watch where you're pointing that thing!"

[essentiallyharmless]

Lucy actually giggles in response. "I'm only teasing," she reassures him, putting it back down, still leaned a bit over the desk, her cleavage quite prominent at the moment, intentionally so. Messing with people sexually is something she's learnt from her husband.

[has_a_horn]

"Topher, would you like me to help you?" It might be interesting, to go in and unravel some of the knots there. There's always the possibility that they'd tangle again later, but he might learn more in the interim. "I can help you."

[fucking_ebay]

Peter's not sure what's going on here, but he's going to go ahead and take refuge in audacity. "You don't want any of those," he says decisively. "Some fucker came through and shat on all the duvets, going to take us days to clean it all out."

:3

[nedofpies]

He starts a little with surprise when the stranger takes a seat at his table without asking, without saying hello or waving or anything like that. Just sits down, orders himself a drink and gives him an up-and-down look that seems ... more thorough than your average casual glance.

"Uh. Yes. Yes I am." And then, because Ned's never exactly been the smoothest operator, he blurts, "I'm not... I don't know you do I? Sometimes I'm really bad with faces." He's pretty positive he's never met this man before, but it's his roundabout way of asking just what it is he wants.

[brink]

"...What kind of help?" he asks warily. His instinct is telling him not to accept candy from strangers. At the same time, he doesn't feel that much like a stranger, though Topher can't say why. Just a hunch. But any offer of help is worrying when it's not from someone he properly knows. People might think they help him, but really they're just helping themselves.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter narrows his eyes at her, not feeling terribly trusting at the moment. His gaze, however, drifts inexorably downward to rest on that magical point on the neck of her dress that affords him a view down her front. "I'm not into that shit," he says, in case his outfit has confused her into thinking he's some kind of wanker who gets off on pain.

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel can't help but smile at that. Does Peter really think that that's a decent explanation? He quickly makes the smile work for him, makes it seem like a smile of recognition rather than amusement. "Oh, that's the B.M. Bandit. I've heard of him." He shakes his head. "Sick fuck, if you ask me."

[essentiallyharmless]

"They all say that," she answers, not so much because she has any experience with this, just cause it seemed a suitable reply. "I should report you to whoever owns this place, though," she adds.

[bluesuit_handy]

"Ah, of course not." Andrew gives him a little smile, glad they can at least pretend to have a normal conversation instead of this man just fleeing from him and doing that thing with his arms like he's trying to protect his face. "What's your name?"

[has_a_horn]

"Don't think so." He doesn't see this as a problem. The tables are public, why not sit at one where conversation is possible? "Is this a talking to strangers thing?" He chuckles, his mouth rising into a smirk. The level of awkward coming off of this guy is really astounding.

"I'm Gabriel. Nice to meet you...?" Here's where you fill in your name so you can get over a random dude intruding on your tiny-coffee time.

[spiritofwinter]

"What are you doing?"

Serious, honest confusion here. Jack stands with his head cocked and his staff held idly in one hand, staring at the -- is she a spirit, like him? She's got to be; he's never seen any human floating around or...doing whatever she's doing to that chair.