applesaucedream | A Day Late and a Dollar Short

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A Day Late and a Dollar Short

As far as dreams go, this seems surprisingly...normal. True, the dreamers of Manhattan and beyond will find themselves stranded in the middle of the ocean on a fairly deserted rocky island, but it's nothing so unusual as the labyrinth from last time, and no one appears to have become an animal or reverted to an insane past (or future) version of themself. Besides, well, rocks and grass, there's nothing here but an abandoned lighthouse, the doors and windows broken, and the spare furniture worn by the weather. You can go up the spiral staircase to look at the view, but there's nothing to see but the endless ocean. One might almost think tonight was a night for simple socializing via the telepathic current.

As if anything to do with the rift is ever that simple, you silly bumpkin. How quickly each person realizes what is unusual about tonight's dream will depend in large part on their personality. Some might go the entire night without noticing (except from the distress of others, naturally), but some will find out the instant they open their mouths to converse with another dreamer. You see, each and every dreamer will be completely unable to tell a lie for as long as the dream lasts. The truth might be evaded by omission, but any attempt to say that which is untrue will result in the corresponding truth emerging instead.

Good thing it's just a dream and everyone's going to forget in the morning, right? Right??

[Mod note: As usual, players can choose to have their characters remember or forget anything that happens in the Dreaming. As per usual party rules, both members and non-members are welcome to play any character in this post, regardless of whether that character is currently in the game. Unlike usual, tonight's theme is not optional; all characters will be subject to the enforced truth-telling. Have fun!]

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And he puts his hand over hers and holds it there for a few seconds, grinning at her. "Let's stick to seeing me at my best," he says decisively nonetheless.

Probably "Definitely too late for that," she says teasingly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss, before going back to scouting for somewhere private.

Soon enough they come across a mostly hidden, large crevice, more than spacious enough for the two of them. And there's grass too, which means slightly softer ground, plus they're sheltered from the wind, so it's not cold. Perfect. Well, as perfect as you can get on a rock in the middle of the sea.

...Wasn't this why they said they were going to stop talking? It doesn't help that he's not at all sure that wasn't what she meant to say.

The crevice is almost suspiciously perfect, which would worry Peter if this weren't a dream and he wasn't about to get some. Surely the rift can be just a little bit cooperative now and then. He leads the way inside, even offering Lucy a hand so she can step in after him.

"Here's a thought: every time we get thrown together in one of these dreams, we just do this right away," he suggests.

It's hardly a secret that Lucy's seen Peter at... well, not his best. But that's true the other way around too. Lucy wasn't particularly charming when she got sick, for example. (And that's not the only time she's gotten a cold either. Must be the spring weather.) Honestly, it's more flattering that they've stuck together despite being kind of crap company from time to time.

"Excepting times we get turned into animals," she points out with a smile, taking his hand to follow him. Snake/bat sex would've been just wrong.

"Even if we're the same kind?" Have an eyebrow waggle and a laugh of genuine amusement. Because yeah, snake and bat sex seriously would not have worked -- but say they'd both been dogs. Call of the wild, right?

"I'll consider it if it happens," she answers, rolling her eyes at him, though she can't help but grin at the same time.

"We agreed we weren't going to talk though, didn't we?" she asks, wrapping her arms around Peter's neck and smiling up at him. Because no talking and just having sex is the best way to deal with getting over emotional turmoil. The happy revelations of their conversation have started actually sinking in.

She's said it, she must really mean it. Peter lets out a sound halfway between a chuckle and a growl as he runs his hands down her sides and ducks in for a rough kiss. "No talking," he agrees in a brief pause.

Lucy weaves her fingers firmly into Peter's hair, returning the kiss and pressing up against him, then insinuates her leg between his, hitching up her skirt a bit in the process.

After a little while, she lets go of him (though doesn't pull away or really stop kissing) to reach down and lift her skirt and pull down her underwear. Stepping out of it and lifting her leg to pluck the panties off one ankle, she then tucks them into the front pocket of Peter's leather jacket with a grin.

God, he loves this. Peter insinuates his hands under her shirt, rucking the hem up around her belly as his fingers quest upwards. She can probably feel him pressing against her through his trousers, already ready to go.

Feeling a tug on his jacket, Peter breaks the kiss and looks down in mild confusion. Seeing what she's done, he laughs and nips her lip, then extricates a hand from her clothing to reach down and unzip himself. His trousers are too tight to get things out in the open just by opening his fly, though, so he gives up on exploring her torso entirely (at least, for the moment) and hooks his thumbs in the waistband to push trousers and pants down just far enough to free his length.

Lucy pulls them both up against the rock wall, so that it can take some of her weight as she pulls up her skirt and Peter lifts her, her legs wrapping around his hips. One arm's around his neck, and the other's reaching down between them to help guide him inside her. She moans into his mouth as he pushes inside.

This would probably be a lot more strenuous and uncomfortable if this wasn't a dream, but as it is it just happens to be really fun.

There's a bit of shuffling as Peter gets a good grip on her thighs and tries -- if not to help -- at least not to hinder her efforts to align them. This being a dream, there's no twinge in his back at lifting her weight, no uncomfortable poking as she guides him in. There's just the smooth, firm slide into her wet heat, Peter letting out a growl of satisfaction as he pushes all the way in. Muscles of his back flexing, he withdraws, then pushes again, slowly starting the familiar rhythm.

Gabriel has been wandering around the (very limited) dreamscape ever since he discovered that it's not letting him wake up. Idly, he wonders if there's a timer somewhere, or a score card waiting for the appropriate number of secrets told before he's allowed to leave. Though he had been hoping for the TARDIS' arrival when he'd first appeared, he's fairly glad now that she hadn't had the opportunity to use the dream against him...though he's not sure that she would have.

Thinking on this, and in an increasingly grumpy mood, he circles around the island, then wanders down to the beach, wondering if there's a rowboat somewhere. That's about when he hears the moan, quickly followed by...that is definitely Peter. The sight when he walks around the corner is more than enough to lift his spirits.

He briefly considers walking away and leaving them to it, but what fun would that be? He's in need of the distraction. "This a private occasion, or can anyone join in?"

Honestly, just as they're starting to have fun. Lucy's too distracted by their activities to notice Gabriel until he speaks, and then she's too distracted by Gabe to notice their activities.

"Fuck," she mutters into Peter's ear, pushing at him to let her down.

Yes, hello Gabriel, this is their solution to everything, do you like it?

Peter stiffens, freezing in position for a split second before whipping his head around to look at the intruder. "Shit," he states emphatically, all but dropping Lucy as he hurriedly tries to extricate himself and fumbles for his trousers.

Well, as solutions go, it may not be effective, but he's not against it.

He stays where he is, only moving to clasp his hands behind his back and grin at the fumbling mess in front of him. "You know, Peter, next time you tell me 'in your dreams' I'm going to interpret it so much differently." When Lucy looks toward him, he adds, "Lucy. Nice to see you again. What happened to fucking in the real world? Too lazy to wake up first?"

"This has its advantages," she replies, too annoyed to be embarrassed, once she's over the initial surprise. At least she doesn't need to cover herself, her skirt just falls right down once she's on her own two feet. She doesn't bother retrieving her underwear. Possibly as a statement, possibly just because she doesn't see the point at the moment.

"And to answer your question, it's generally customary to be invited beforehand, rather than by interrupting," she adds, straightening her shirt and jacket, then reaching up to fix her hair.

"I've never said that to you!" This is a lot more difficult for Peter than it is for Lucy. Once again, he would benefit from having the sense to learn how to manipulate the dream-space -- or his dream-body. He struggles back into his clothing, hissing in discomfort as he wedges himself into place, and finally manages to get everything tucked away and zipped up.

Turning around at last, he levels a glare at Gabriel. We don't need a third wheel. "And we'd want a woman, anyway."

Wait crap no.

"Really." He raises an eyebrow in Lucy's direction, looking for confirmation. "I'd prefer this body, but I could do that, you know. Especially in a dream." He tilts his head to the side, giving it some thought, or at least appearing to give it some thought in an attempt to rile up Peter further. "Real space would be doable," but it would be better here "but the illusion would work better here."

He pauses for a half a second before moving on. "No real body to work around." Much better for all involved."Much better for me."

As an experiment to himself, he attempts to change what he looks like. He hadn't been sure if it would work given the dream's restrictions on truths, but a second later, there's a woman standing in front of them wearing Gabriel's smirk.

"What do you think?" As far as he's concerned, that he happened to choose a petite brunette says nothing at all about his feelings toward the TARDIS. Just don't ask him about it here.

Lucy rolls her eyes at Peter's comment, but she doesn't contradict him. She just points out, "I said the right woman." Which doesn't necessarily mean Gabriel.

Once Gabriel changes though, she gives him (her? him) a considering look. "Attractive," she merely comments, not trusting herself to make a more elaborate response, given the dream. More attractive than she finds Gabriel's regular body, actually.

Although really, so far her consideration is mostly to get Peter flustered, rather than really thinking about it. She still has lingering doubts regarding Gabe, though she's warmed up a little since noticing Peter seems to like him. She's not sure if the revelation he's an archangel is a point in his favour or not -- especially given the current situation.

Does Gabriel not remember when Peter did the most reluctant body shots off all time off of Gabe's boobs? A challenge he can accept, but there's still the question of whether it'll be something he wants.

The moment's gone, Peter tries to say defensively, taking this all to mean Gabriel is proposing they try it now, right after he's ruined a perfectly good dream-shag. "I'm still hard," he says instead, then lets out a seriously annoyed groan. Recovering somewhat, he gives Gabriel's new body a critical once-over. "Could be worse," he decides with his typical lack of generosity.

Gabriel snorts at Peter's statement. Yes, he knows. Those pants don't exactly do a good job of hiding it. Still, it's easy to figure that that particular piece of information wasn't one that Peter meant to share.

He pushes back his long brown hair, and by the time he's done with the gesture, it's short and dark blond once more. He hadn't thought anything was going to happen now, especially given that he knows Peter has reservations about the idea. Som he's offering up the possibility for them to think over. Now that he has, he'd rather be back in the body he's more familiar with. "Another time, maybe."

Lucy rolls her eyes at Peter's statement - both of his statements, really. Such a flatterer.

"He means you make a very lovely woman, he just doesn't want to say it," she tells Gabriel. "He's not good with compliments," she adds, looking at Peter now, raising an eyebrow at him.

Peter looks at Lucy disbelievingly, then back at the (thankfully??) male-again Gabe. Then at Lucy again. In a theatrical hiss, he asks, "Do you seriously want to go there?"

Because wow, this is not a direction he saw them going.

"Don't I know it." Gabriel answers while he ignores Peter's frantic hissing. "I, however am usually great at compliments." Usually? Whatever. "And you, Lucy, are bangin'." See, look, he's not just suggesting this to freak out Peter.

Oh, don't fret, Peter, she's not about to change allegiances. She smiles and gives his shoulder a comforting pat to let him know this. It was a relevant point to be made, that's all.

Her smile widens at Gabriel's compliment. "Thank you," she answers cheerfully, then gives Peter a look as if to say, see?

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