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

[has_a_horn]

"Ah." He frowns and sets the half-eaten tart back on the plate. He's not sure how to answer that one. He can't go around telling people he'd just defected from a war in heaven, can he? He'll be labelled for the coward that he is. "I've decided to spend more time on Earth. Heaven is home, but it's very..." bloody "...insular."

[theoldgirl]

Well now she's having a sneaking suspicion of just when this Gabriel is from, though admittedly she isn't very clear on how he went about running away from his war. Maybe he did simply spend a lot of time on Earth long before that happened, maybe she's misinterpreting his hesitation talking about heaven and his earlier reaction to a mention of his brother. She's rather hoping that's the case.

"But you haven't left heaven permanently?", she asks as neutrally as possible. If that's yet to come for him, she definitely doesn't want to have to tell him, even if he's going to forget about it when he wakes up.

[has_a_horn]

Come on TARDIS, he's inexperienced, not stupid. His head snaps up to meet her gaze immediately, his expression half fear, half anger. He'd caught the insinuation immediately, known it was too close to the truth to be anything but a well informed suggestion.

His voice in response is low and serious, prickling at the edges, sharp. "What do you know of it?"

[theoldgirl]

Alright, so maybe she should know better than to try to approach sensitive topics with vague, not so innocent questions around him. Clearly she wasn't made with a great talent for subtlety. Now she's both sorry she asked, and sorry that she was right, that he's yet again at a difficult point in his life.

"Not much," she replies earnestly. "I know you fled a war in heaven. I saw a little of it in a dream of yours, it was... horrible. But I don't know why your kind is killing each other, and I'm not certain why exactly you left... though I can imagine." It occurs to her now that he never explicitly confirmed that it was in fact the war he ran from, but the assumption had made sense in the context of that conversation and his emotions at the time were too familiar to really doubt it. Perhaps now she'll get that confirmation, anyway.

[has_a_horn]

"I shouldn't be talking with you. You say you're a friend, but how am I to know?" She felt safe enough, but it could be that his instincts are wrong. In which case he shouldn't have said many of the things he's already told her. He starts scooting his chair back to leave when the band starts playing a song that takes his attention.

His eyebrows furrow in a mix of amusement and confusion as he listens to the lyrics, and he makes no further move to leave. "Do you have...insight on this?"