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.]

Comments

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[fucking_ebay]

"Yeah? And what do you think they're gonna do about it?"

He didn't used to be this bold, or break rules for the sake of breaking them. Then again, his life didn't used to be so fucked up.

[essentiallyharmless]

Lucy snorts. "Probably not as bad things as I could," she answers, walking towards the part of the counter that opens, her hands sliding across the wood. She opens it and steps through behind the counter, blocking Peter's exit unless he wants to jump over it again.

"But I don't think I will. Boring."

[fucking_ebay]

Peter's not sure whether to spring a boner or spring over the counter right now. He settles on backing up into the far end of the little space and giving her as lascivious a look as he can. "Yeah? So what are you gonna do?"