A Day Late and a Dollar Short

[applesaucemod]

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!]

Comments

[fucking_ebay]

Kissing beats talking. Promises to help him are nothing new, but if Peter's honest with himself (and he's not going to speak aloud to find out if he is), he's not really believed it before.

[essentiallyharmless]

Well, they've certainly had more fun with kissing than with talking tonight, even if they got interrupted. After a few moments, she pulls back. "Let's discuss it when we wake up," she suggests with a smile.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter grins. "Are we back to our last strategy? Because I think Gabriel's still in our spot."

[essentiallyharmless]

"We can go try to chase him off if he is," she answers, leaning forward to nip at his lower lip. "Are you still up for it?" she asks, her hand making its way down his torso, slipping her fingertips inside the hem of his jeans.

[fucking_ebay]

"I could get up for it." Yes, double entendre intentional...if that's even a double entendre. It might be a single entendre. He sets his hands on her waist, sliding his fingers up under her shirt again. "But we could let him have that spot."

[essentiallyharmless]

Lucy glances around. There's no one in sight, but they're not exactly very hidden. Then again, they tried hiding, and they still got interrupted. And this rock isn't terrible uncomfortable...

"Guess I didn't really need to get my underwear back," she answers with a smirk, spreading her legs a bit and pulling him closer by his jeans.

[fucking_ebay]

"Guess not," agrees Peter, stepping up between her legs and rucking the bottom hem of her skirt up again. He doesn't flip it up, though, but bunches it about her upper thighs so it will have at least a chance of hiding what they're about to do. Still clothed himself, he kisses her roughly, one hand braced on the rock.