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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"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?

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Peter scowls at the pair of them. I give you compliments all the time, Lucy. "I give you compliments every once in a while, and they're not always backhanded."

Irked, he steps away from Lucy's comforting pat. "We agreed not to talk anymore," he tells her sharply, then turns to stalk away.

He grins back at Lucy. As Peter starts to leave in a huff Gabriel rolls his eyes, but doesn't stop grinning as he entreats with him to come back. "Oh, come on Peter. Come back. You can have compliments too." The possibility of compliments is probably enough to bring him back, right?

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Lucy sighs with annoyance, not in the mood to deal with Peter's prickliness. She was hoping maybe he'd manage to contain himself, they could eventually ask Gabriel for some privacy, and continue what they were doing.

"If you're going to be like that, why don't you just teleport away?" she asks impatiently.

No, Gabriel, it's not enough. Or okay, it might be, but not if they're pity compliments.

Peter pauses, looking back at Lucy with a confused frown. "I got rid of that," he says, not without a little twinge even though it's not something he's particularly intended to keep secret, and he's not trying to lie now. I told you that. "I thought I told you."

"What." Sorry, Peter, were you worried what Lucy thinks of this, because you should really be worried about Gabriel instead. "Peter, you gullible-" Okay, not going down the insults that could be true route.

"How stupid are you? Seth, right? That little shit. Keeping a low profile my ass." Okay, they both have no idea what he's talking about, but he can't help it. This is pissing him off. "Please at least tell me he gave you something good for it." Seth had said he trades powers. There is the distant possibility that Peter actually managed to trade for a different sort of power, but Gabriel doubts it.

"You what?" Lucy asks in unison with Gabriel, but doesn't continue because Gabriel seems to know more about this than she does. Which seems to answer her question about whether something like that is even possible. She has to agree with Gabe though, that that was probably pretty stupid, so she just looks at Peter expectantly, waiting for him to answer.

"Hey! I am --" He catches himself about to say something positive about his own intelligence, and stops abruptly before he can (probably) spit out an agreement that he's a complete fucking moron. "-- I don't have to okay it with you," he says instead, mostly to Gabriel, though his gaze flicks to Lucy as well. "It was my power, and he offered to help me get rid of it. No more teleporting in my sleep -- you were the one that pointed out how I nearly went out the window," he says to Lucy.

Confused, he adds, "What do you mean, gave me something? He bought me a couple drinks, if that's what you mean."

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Just...give him a second to bury his head in his hands here. "I could kill him." Probably not comforting that that came out without alteration. Whoops.

When Gabriel looks back up at Peter, it's with as much of a patient expression as he can muster. Which, to be fair, isn't much at the moment. "Seth's business is trading powers, Peter. You got tricked." In the least, Peter should have been paid more than a round of drinks.

Lucy does note that Gabe is being truthful about potential murder there, but doesn't comment on it. Archangel and all, goodness knows what they get up to. She doesn't feel like asking.

Instead she just sighs again. She's actually not that upset Peter got rid of his power if he was never going to learn to control it well enough for it not to be dangerous, but still. She's annoyed he hasn't told her, and that he made such a big decision apparently without consideration or asking advice. And to someone who apparently tricked him into doing it. Just. Oh, Peter...

"...Trading." Peter stares at Gabriel as that sinks in. His first thought, however, is probably not what Gabriel's most concerned about. "Did he put something in me?!" he asks, alarmed. "That -- that fucker!"

Because goddamn, like it wasn't bad enough walking around as a loaded gun when he knew he was loaded.

"Peter. Peter. Just...stand there and look pretty. You're embarrassing yourself." He sighs, because really. Wow.

"Relax. Unless you're leaving a quickie in a back alley out of the story, I'm pretty sure he didn't put anything in you. He could have payed you what it's actually worth." He raises his hand to point at Peter. "Not that you should have done it at all. That was so stupid." Well, stupid in his opinion, anyway.

The idea that Peter could've gotten something else entirely hadn't even occured to her, but at least she doesn't have to worry about it for very long. (And she knows he didn't have a quickie, as he said so earlier.) Still, you'd think with how much Peter whines about not having money, he'd've asked for something in return.

She shakes her head in exasparation, and turns to Gabriel. "How do you know this Seth, anyway?"

"...He said he was getting rid of it," says Peter slowly, the truth of the matter finally dawning on him. "I thought he just pulled it out and it...went away."

Great, and now he feels even shittier about doing it. Not that he wouldn't have anyway, he tells himself. He just would have asked for more money. Notably, he does not voice this opinion.

"He lives with me. Sometimes." This is probably not the best of all possible explanations, but it is the truthful one. "He's got another place, but he likes my company." See, lots of people enjoy his company.

"We're definitely going to have a talk about this," he reassures Lucy. He doesn't want them thinking that he's going to let this go just because he lives with the guy.

Lucy blinks at Gabe saying Seth lives with him. Slightly unexpected turn. But given how much he was just badmouthing the guy about being an ass, she doesn't expect it to fly by unnoticed, and she nods at his reassurances. At least if Gabriel knows the guy, he'll be easy to track down.

"So what do you intend to do? Make him pay Peter, or make him give the power back?" she asks Gabriel.

Because yeah, she's not asking Peter directly about this. She's fairly certain even if he does regret giving up his power, he's unlikely to admit it was a mistake. Well, unless goaded into it here, he's already pissy from being tricked and from being more truthful than he wants to be, so she won't tempt fate at the moment.

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