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The Fortress of Many Turnings [open]
Welcome to Caerdroia. Though at first glance this world seems calm, even idyllic, closer inspection will reveal a startling lack of linearity. A doorway in one place can suddenly lead to another entirely, the locals going about their business seem totally unaware of your presence, and you may find reminders of home that are less than welcome -- and less than safe.
The countryside seems almost designed to set one at one's ease. Gentle, rolling hills overlook a town in the near distance, and herds of friendly cows cluster here and there (with unknown intent).
The Garden of Curiosities is a walled-off park. Inside, streams and paths wind through beautiful landscaping, and animals can be found on the loose everywhere. For the most part, these creatures are friendly (or at least indifferent) toward visitors, though their appearance might perturb. One might see an animal one has never encountered before, or one might find the garden inhabited by creatures from one's own world that are somehow changed, whether in size, color, or behavior. And, of course, one might find something rather more predatory has taken up residence….
The town hall never seems to be in the same place twice. Finding your way through the streets to any one particular building is an exercise in frustration, as the town seems to shift and change whenever part of it is out of your sight. The hall itself isn't much better once you get inside; stairwells have a habit of appearing on the ceiling, hallways turn into dead ends while your back is turned, and floors are liable to open up into fathomless pits.
The Labyrinth is where many journeys seem destined to end. The way out is, more often than not, the way in. Try to leave one part of Caerdroia, and the doorway might very well open into the labyrinth. And, like any good labyrinth, this one is home to a Minotaur. And, like any good Minotaur, this one would be more than happy to tear you to pieces.
[OOC: Once again, the shared dream is open to all characters, including those not currently in the game and those belonging to players who are not currently members. Once again, too, players are free to choose whether their characters see the dream for what it is, whether they are forced to abide by its rules, and whether they will remember this in the morning.]
The countryside seems almost designed to set one at one's ease. Gentle, rolling hills overlook a town in the near distance, and herds of friendly cows cluster here and there (
The Garden of Curiosities is a walled-off park. Inside, streams and paths wind through beautiful landscaping, and animals can be found on the loose everywhere. For the most part, these creatures are friendly (or at least indifferent) toward visitors, though their appearance might perturb. One might see an animal one has never encountered before, or one might find the garden inhabited by creatures from one's own world that are somehow changed, whether in size, color, or behavior. And, of course, one might find something rather more predatory has taken up residence….
The town hall never seems to be in the same place twice. Finding your way through the streets to any one particular building is an exercise in frustration, as the town seems to shift and change whenever part of it is out of your sight. The hall itself isn't much better once you get inside; stairwells have a habit of appearing on the ceiling, hallways turn into dead ends while your back is turned, and floors are liable to open up into fathomless pits.
The Labyrinth is where many journeys seem destined to end. The way out is, more often than not, the way in. Try to leave one part of Caerdroia, and the doorway might very well open into the labyrinth. And, like any good labyrinth, this one is home to a Minotaur. And, like any good Minotaur, this one would be more than happy to tear you to pieces.
[OOC: Once again, the shared dream is open to all characters, including those not currently in the game and those belonging to players who are not currently members. Once again, too, players are free to choose whether their characters see the dream for what it is, whether they are forced to abide by its rules, and whether they will remember this in the morning.]
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Wherever they are, Peter sort of hopes they can go on talking about that and not, you know, that time Gabriel wrecked Peter's TV and Lucy finally convinced Peter that he'd kind of deserved it.
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So, that's a yes to avoiding talking about Gabriel being a drunken annoyance. Up until it's beneficial for him to bring it up, of course.
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Actually, this whole place makes him a little uncomfortable. It's a little like being in the TARDIS, if something really awful had happened to her, or she was working awfully hard at being confusing. "Shall we see if we can get outta here?" He throws a thumb over his shoulder down the hall. "Maybe not that way. Something just changed direction down there."
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Coughing, he gives a little nod. "That's what I've been trying to do." Albeit not for long.
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He nods in the opposite direction of where he'd pointed before and starts walking. Hopefully this hallway doesn't just go on forever.
"Actually, that's a pretty accurate portrayal of some of the more...dubious Gods in the pantheon. Ooh little girl, come have a look under my toga, yadda yadda. Shameful, really."
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"There's plenty. Baldur." Okay, not Baldur, but Gabriel hates him and it doesn't bother him to drag his name through the mud. "Zeus. You've heard the story about the swan? That's true. A swan. Fucking prick."
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"I've never understood how that would even work," protests Peter, who has perhaps given too much thought to the subject of avian-on-human rape. He frowns as he toddles after the
demi-godwhatever the fuck Gabriel is. "Baldur -- isn't he supposed to be...I don't know, sunshine, goodness, all that..." he waves a hand, "stuff?"Norse gods aren't exactly his specialization, but Peter cast his net pretty wide at a few points in his informal studies.
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If Peter's Norse mythology stretches far enough, he might remember that Loki is supposed to have killed Baldur. He didn't, but that didn't mean he didn't want to. ...There may also be some girlfriend stealing problems he has with Baldur. Yknow what, it's probably better not to get into this. "Yeah, whatever. He was an asshole. Not even an interesting one. Couldn't take a joke. Or understand a joke."
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Shit, did he just bring that up?
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...and he's just realized that the hallway has repeated over on itself and they've walked past the same doors twice by now. He stops and frowns at the label on one of the doors before letting his glance flick back over to Peter. "You were a grade-A asshole." And there was the bit where Peter'd asked how the hell he could ever want him as a friend, which stung. a little.
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"As opposed to the arsehole who broke into my house," he mutters, though reminding himself what a dick Gabriel is doesn't comfort him much at the moment. There's another pause before he speaks again, and he still doesn't look at Gabe. He remembers what he said right before Gabe blew up his television, even if he'd rather not. "...Sorry."
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Gabriel's attention is pointed in the opposite direction when Peter makes his apology, but that definitely gets Gabriel's attention. He turns around to look at Peter, his eyebrows raised.
"You feeling alright?" He walks up to him, places the back of his hand against Peter's forehead as if checking for fever. "Only I thought I just heard you apologize." He takes his hand away before Peter can swat it away, and smirks up at him, amused. "You're forgiven." That doesn't mean he's going to replace his TV.
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Peter isn't sure what Gabriel's doing, and then it's too late to respond in a suitably indignant fashion. "Yeah, thanks," he grumbles, resolving never to apologize to Gabriel again. "You know, it's your turn now."
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Ugh, the things he does for you, Peter. He sighs and tips his head to the side. "Sorry. You're not a piece of shit. You're a lovely jerk and your ass looks great in leather." He cocks an eyebrow at him. He better not be expecting an apology for anything else. "Happy?"
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He snorts. "Very. And my arse looks great in anything." Actually, coming from Gabe that was a very nice apology. Coming from anyone who's had significant interaction with him, that was a very nice couple of compliments.
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"This whole place it looping back over on itself. We're walking straight and in circles." He lifts a hand to Peter's shoulder. "Hold on, I'm going to try something." And then he's teleporting them...or at least the dream version of the same action, landing them in what looks like a lobby. He tucks his hands into his pockets and goes over to peek through one of the windows out. "Much better."
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He's about to pull away, but then they're suddenly somewhere else. For a second, Peter thinks he must have done it, but he doesn't have that mildly shell-shocked feeling he always gets after teleporting. "You never said why you'd come over," he says to Gabriel's back, unwilling to directly address what Gabriel just said.
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