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The Big Applesauce Moderators ([personal profile] applesaucemod) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2013-08-03 04:09 am

Let's Do the Time Warp (Again)

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.]
bluesuit_handy: (.interested | sincere)

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2013-08-06 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Half an Andrew approaches -- that is, an Andrew measuring about 4'7" pokes his nose through the door, scanning the faces of the people he sees like he's looking for someone (little does he know that that someone is looking for him up in the corridors of the hotel, and has met a Norse god instead). He's about to leave again when his eye catches a bit of movement among the shrubbery, and he sees a mop of very familiar wild hair. Why Daine is hiding in the potted plants he doesn't know and doesn't question, but strides right on over.

"Daine! Have you seen another me anywhere?"
wildmage_daine: (attack from above)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-08-06 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Daine whips her head toward him, eyes wide and teeth bared. The last time a two-legger spoke her name, it was a man from the village trying to lure her out so he could shoot her. In her panic, the otherwise obvious signs that this two-legger isn't from her village hardly register, and she hurriedly backs away until an ornamental fence halts her progress.
bluesuit_handy: (.blank | thoughtful)

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2013-08-06 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"...Daine?"

The little Andrew halts, giving her a confused look. He'd almost think it wasn't Daine -- but no, now that he's closer, he's even more sure that it is. Moving more slowly, he steps a little closer and asks, "Are you alright?"
wildmage_daine: (frightened)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-08-06 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
He's coming closer! Daine backs away along the fence line until she hits a corner and is stopped once again. Glancing over her shoulder, she lets out a yelp of dismay when she realizes she's trapped.

Where's the Pack? Why aren't they here to help her?

Lowering her head, she growls a warning at the two-legger, her fingers tightening around the knife.
bluesuit_handy: (.interested | oooo!)

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2013-08-06 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
He stops again and just looks at her for several long moments. He hasn't caught on yet that this party is doing anything untoward to time, the memories of the past him who's also here not having registered in his current brain. "It's me," he says more gently. "It's Andrew -- or part of Andrew, I suppose. Are you hurt?"
wildmage_daine: (oh shit)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-08-06 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Hakkon had talked sweet like that, like he'd just wanted to make sure she was all right. She'd gone out onto the road, and the archers had been waiting for her, ready to put her down like the rabid bear. Trembling, she glances around for an escape route, but the fence stretches away to her left and right, and the two-legger's in front of her. Remembering the knife, she grips it with white-knuckled fingers and points it at the man.
bluesuit_handy: (.surprised | subdued)

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2013-08-06 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Little does Andrew know. He lifts both his eyebrows and his hands, granting her one step backward. "I'm not going to hurt you," he assures her, though she's not looking all that assured. An idea comes to him, and he gives a little frown of concentration. His form blurs, and he steps forward...and backward. Now there are two two-leggers hemming her in, though they hang close together lest she think she's being surrounded...and they're each several inches shy of three feet tall. The idea is that he'll be less threatening like this.
wildmage_daine: (attack from above)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-08-06 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
What?! How are there more of him? Crouched low as she is, the fact that they're both so short is little comfort, and is far outweighed by the fact that he now outnumbers her. She presses herself back against the fence, breathing heavily for a few moments, and feels a desperate pang of loneliness. It shouldn't just be her against these two-leggers; the Pack should be with her.

With little to lose, she risks calling out for them... but there's no response to her call. She's trapped, and she's alone. The knife wavers as she tries to point it at both of them at once, and there's a faint, keening whine underlying her every exhalation.
bluesuit_handy: (.misc | innocent)

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2013-08-06 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
"...I don't think that helped," the Andrew in back whispers to his counterpart.

The Andrew nearer Daine flaps an arm at the other, smacking him in the chest. "So back off!" he hisses. The one who first spoke draws in an indignant breath, but a look at the state of the Daine convinces him. Reluctantly, he stalks away, hands stuffed in his pockets, and turns to watch from further off.

"Look, Daine -- it's just me. Just little...little me," says the remaining Andrew.
wildmage_daine: (apprehensive)

So AIM just shat itself and refuses to work, FYI.

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-08-06 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
That's how they do it. One sounds nice, and an angry one waits for her to come out so he can do... something. She doesn't see any weapons, but that doesn't mean anything.

Still, she feels less hemmed in. Keeping the knife aloft, she starts to creep along the fence to her right. Maybe there's an opening if she goes a bit farther, and if nothing else, at least she'll be putting more distance between herself and the two-leggers.
bluesuit_handy: (.worried | determined)

Yeeeeah

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2013-08-06 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
"She's leaving," the further Andrew points out. At least he's bright enough not to come crowding after her. The nearer Andrew shushes him again, worried that they're going to lose her if she finds a way out.

"Just tell me what's wrong!" he calls, confused and more than a little disturbed by her behavior.
wildmage_daine: (failure)

Re: Yeeeeah

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-08-06 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
She drops to all fours and tries to pick up a little speed while also glancing back at Andrew, which turns out to be a mistake. It means she's not paying close enough attention to the knife, and she accidentally cuts her own forearm. Yelping, she drops the weapon and backs away from it in fear and suspicion, as if it's gained a life of its own. Then she crouches by the fence, the knife on one side and the Andrews on the other.

She's reluctant to pick up the knife again, but she has just enough sense to know she shouldn't let either of them near it, either. Lifting her injured arm, she sniffs at the wound - which isn't much more than a graze - and begins to lick it clean, her gaze still darting between the two Andrews.
bluesuit_handy: (.interested | hair)

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2013-08-06 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Both Andrews take in a sharp breath and step forward, but both check themselves and halt again in the next moment. "Like an animal," says one, realization finally dawning. They're both thinking the same thing: Daine needs telepathic help, and neither of them can properly get into her mind.

"Go find the TARDIS," the one in front orders. The other gives them both a hesitant look, then turns and hurries away. The remaining Andrew watches Daine, worried she'll try to bolt. "Just me now," he tells her. "Daine, you're alright -- err, no, actually, you're not, but I'm not going to hurt you."
wildmage_daine: (listening - curls)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-08-06 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
The second Andrew's exit is a little reassuring, at least. Even wounded, she guesses she could hold her own against one little two-legger. He almost looks like a child, and while children can be cruel, they're not as strong as the men who were pursuing her before.

If she was thinking clearly, she'd wonder how he knew her name, as he's a complete stranger to her. Instead, she sinks back onto her haunches, taking the weight off her one good arm. She's ready to run if he comes any closer, but she's hoping he'll follow the other one and leave her alone.
bluesuit_handy: (.blank | listening)

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2013-08-07 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Better?" asks the remaining Andrew, still loitering nearby. He wants to go to her, but is still afraid she'll run if he tries to come close. If the other one can bring the TARDIS, though, that's their best bet of sorting a damaged mind out. "Can you talk to me, Daine? Please?"
wildmage_daine: (haaair)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-08-07 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
She's been watching him sidelong, using their uneasy truce as an opportunity to continue licking the cut on her arm. He's lucky that she's underfed and exhausted, otherwise she'd be off, wounded arm or no. At his request, she curls her lip in a silent snarl. Leave me alone!
bluesuit_handy: (.snark | but why?)

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2013-08-07 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Human saliva really isn't all that good for open wounds," criticizes Andrew. "You've evolved past the point where that'd help. You're not a dog."

He frowns thoughtfully. "At the moment. Is there a reason you're not an animal right now? I mean, if you're already acting like one...."
wildmage_daine: (pissed)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-08-07 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Does he ever stop squawking? Why won't he just leave?

... Could she make him leave? She's bigger than he is, and he doesn't have any weapons she can see. Still, she doesn't like the thought of tangling with any more two-leggers. She just wants to get back to the Pack.

Dropping back to all fours, she turns to stare at him directly, growling low in her throat.
bluesuit_handy: (.worried | wibble face)

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2013-08-07 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
No. No, he does not.

"Unless this is some sort of reversal -- you did lose the power to transform in another dream, remember? This is a bit more extreme, but it's not entirely unprecedented...why are you looking at me like that?"
wildmage_daine: (haaair)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-08-07 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Daine takes a stiff-limbed step forward, teeth bared, still staring at him aggressively - and without a trace of recognition. If she had hackles, they'd be raised. And if he doesn't take a step back, she's going to try bluffing a charge to see if that will get him moving.
bluesuit_handy: (.worried | Judoon scanner)

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2013-08-07 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Daaaaiine?" It's not that Andrew doesn't recognize the body language for what it is. It's that he assumes that this is still Daine, properly Daine, and she must recognize him deep down. He stands his ground, though his body is tense.
wildmage_daine: (oh shit)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-08-07 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
With a loud bark, she lunges forward. She only means to feint in his direction, hoping it will startle him into running off, but the ground beneath her paws hands is solid and rough. It scrapes her palms and sends fresh pain through the cut on her arm, and she pulls up her arms without thinking. Her legs are still working, though, and they send her plowing right into the two-legger. No! She snaps repeatedly in her panic, though she doesn't actually succeed in biting him, then shoves herself away from him and stumbles back to the fence, her injured arm held close to her body.

This would probably be a good time to bolt, but she's too distracted by how badly that went - and how much it hurt - to do more than shiver and pant for air.
bluesuit_handy: (.surprised | omgwtftitanic)

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2013-08-07 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
This is oddly familiar Andrew sucks in a sharp breath and pivots on one heel, launching himself away before she's even taken two steps. With his titchy legs, though, and with her failure to feint, he's quickly plowed under. Then it's all flailing limbs and snapping teeth, and Andrew can really hardly be faulted for splitting in three and scattering in all directions.
wildmage_daine: (apprehensive)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2013-08-07 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Daine just stares at the three tiny Andrews, unable to even begin to comprehend what just happened... until a quiet, nearly forgotten part of her suggests, Mage.

Two-leggers with the fire inside are even more dangerous than hunters. They don't need weapons to hurt you. She cringes against the fence, expecting to have fire thrown at her at any moment, and knowing that there's nothing she could do to stop it.
bluesuit_handy: (.snark | that's a very bad idea)

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2013-08-07 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
The Andrews are too busy fleeing to fling fire at her, even if they could. One of them mistakenly makes a beeline for the fence, not realizing where he's going until he practically runs into one of the posts quite close to Daine.

The others come to a stop further away when they realize they're not being followed. "That could've gone better," comments one. The other steps closer, and by silent agreement they grab each other's hands and merge, the resulting Andrew standing a little over a foot and a half high. "Andrew?" he calls.

The smaller Andrew doesn't answer, but stares at Daine and tries to work out whether he should run back the other way.

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