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]

"And yet here it is in my hand," grins Peter, taking it. He's quite pleased -- and relieved -- that he got it to work. He doesn't know if that actually counts as proof that he's free of vampiric influence (if he asks a specific question, Gabe absolutely will know what's eating at him), but decides that it's close enough. Also? Free booze.

[has_a_horn]

"I think you'll find that your hand is in your bed across town." Ha! So there. Two can play the unnecessary pedantry game.

And, well, might as well indulge himself if he's indulging Peter. When he materializes himself a drink, it's not booze at all. It's hot chocolate in a warm mug with marshmallows. Just about the perfect thing for this glum scenery, in his opinion, and he's going to feel smug about it. Enjoy your melon liqueur, Peter.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter snorts into his drink (and he will enjoy that, thanks). Midori is appropriate for every occasion.

"This Midori is in this hand," he clarifies. "Even if they're both imaginary. Maybe I should pray more often."

[has_a_horn]

No you shouldn't. "Yes, you should." Gabe rolls his eyes. He's not sure if that's even truth, or just his own assumptions. "I'm not a heavenly bartender. You can find your own booze." He takes a sip from his hot chocolate and, actually, yes. This is excellent.

[fucking_ebay]

"Finding it usually involves opening a cupboard. Or tripping over a bottle, do you realize how much you brought me? Not that I'm asking you to take it away or anything." Definitely not that.

[has_a_horn]

"Yeah. That was..." Yeah, he's trying to search for a gentle yet true adjective here. Inadvisable? He rubs his free hand against his jaw. Stupid? "Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking. I probably should take some of it back." Not that he will.

[fucking_ebay]

No, you shouldn't. "You probably should." Peter sets his mouth in an unhappy line for a moment, then takes another sip. "Don't," he requests simply.

[has_a_horn]

"Chill out, I won't." He takes a sip from his own drink and wonders if he wants to say anything else about that night. He's already apologized (or as good as did), so he decides to let it go.

"Just remember, if you wake up in a pile of your own vomit, that's a sign to dial it back a notch." He would feel a bit guilty if Peter gave himself alcohol poisoning.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter opens his mouth to shoot off some remark about how he's a grown man and can look after himself, then wisely closes it again without saying a word. "I could pray to you if that happens, how about that?" he chuckles.