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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[aly_brighteyes]

There's a very thin girl occupying a corner of the hallway, her eyes darting warily at her new surroundings. She's shaved bald, bruised, and broken in the nose, but the smart observer will realize that Aly is underneath all that. An even smarter one will notice that despite her bruises and marks, Aly isn't afraid. The look in her eyes is one of a sharp, stubborn girl who's determined to master her own situation, even if she's barely wearing a sack for a dress, barefoot, and without any of her knives.

[has_a_horn]

There's a man standing in front of Aly. He's tall and dark haired, and has a strange quality about him that doesn't seem completely human. His expression is half interest, half concern.

"You're not hurt." A quick dip into her mind provides her name. "Aly. You are alright. Presumably. This is a dream."

[aly_brighteyes]

The sense of someone probing her mind prompts Aly to give Gabriel a slightly petulant look, but she does nod. "Broken nose, cut above my eyebrow. I know."

Carefully, she gets to her feet, unsurprised to see that she's acquired yet more bruises.

"Where am I?"

[has_a_horn]

"A shared dream space. There's no need to continue feeling these injuries." In fact, he's a bit perturbed that she hasn't bothered to change it for herself already, so he decides to do it himself. In a blink of an eye, her injuries are all healed. "There. See?"

[aly_brighteyes]

Aly wrinkles her newly healed nose, pleased to be able to breathe clearly, but rather annoyed that she seems to have gone through the trouble of having it break for no good reason.

"Much better." She narrows her eyes, "You're a god, aren't you?"

[has_a_horn]

The corners of his mouth lift into a small smile, amused and a bit pleased at the guess. "I have been mistaken as such before."

The smile soon falters and falls. "I am an angel of the Lord. I was created in the service of God."

[aly_brighteyes]

"Which one?" Aly asks, trying to place him. It's general family policy to find out which gods are making a mess of their lives today.

"The Lord isn't very specific."

[has_a_horn]

"The Lord doesn't require specificity." There's something defensive about that response, almost petulant. It might be best if Aly not pursue this line of questioning for very long. There are some very fresh wounds here.

"The lesser gods are nothing compared to Him."

[aly_brighteyes]

"Do you mean Mithros?" He's probably the highest of their gods that she can think of. "I've never heard him called that."

She tips her head.

[has_a_horn]

He squints at her condescendingly, his head tipping to the side. "I do not mean Mithros."

[aly_brighteyes]

Aly squints back, wondering who he means then, but also noting that it doesn't seem to be a good line of questioning, so she plays it slightly stunned and awed.

"I've never met an angel before, you see."

[has_a_horn]

He sees right through the show of awe, but her statement seems true enough, so he lets it go.

"You may have met one already." He provides, "Without knowing. Many angels have been sent to be guardians of humanity on Earth."

[aly_brighteyes]

"I don't think I'm from this earth," Aly says thoughtfully. "None of the words or places sound right. Have your angels ever gone to Tortall?"

[has_a_horn]

"The Lord's angels have been to all places on Earth." He considers her a moment as he scans his memory for anywhere called Tortall. "I've never been to your Tortall. I can't be certain about the others."

[aly_brighteyes]

"If it is a different world, maybe that's why I didn't know of your Lord yet," she offers, hoping it placates him. It never does go in one's favor to anger gods at the first meeting.

[has_a_horn]

It goes a little ways to placating him, but he's not exactly feeling buddy buddy either. He is interested, though, in whatever alternate world this girl must come from. "Who is your God?"

[aly_brighteyes]

"I can't say one's spoken for me yet." Maybe. She's not sure what that dream was about.

"So I suppose I don't know?"