The Tomato in the Mirror

[applesaucemod]

Spring is in the air, and monsters are in your head. It will be hard to run from your fears tonight, though -- for you see, you are the thing lurking in your nightmares. Whether it's something that goes bump in the night, a ferocious animal, or even a person you find intimidating, you have become that which frightens you. Anyone who encounters you in this dreamscape will see the shape of you nightmares, and should you look into a mirror, well....

Dreamers will find themselves in an oversized funhouse whose twists, turns, and intersections turn it into a maze. There is no entrance and there is no exit, only branching hallways, tunnels, and ladders that divide and rejoin in baffling combinations. By the look of it, the funhouse has been here for years, slowly falling into decay as its lights burn out one by one and the bright paint chips and fades. The machinery, however, is still working, still ready to surprise these new guests. Hallways end suddenly in long, steep slides back down into the depths, floors lurch under dreamers' feet, and entire corridors spin horizontally. Elsewhere, dreamers might become lost in the mirror maze or get dropped into a vast ball pit.


[Mod note: Usual dream party rules are a go: apply the dream's transformation to your character(s) as you see fit, and decide for yourself whether they will remember these experiences in the morning. Both members and non-members are welcome to play all characters on this post, including those which are not currently part of the game's cast. Have at!]

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[has_a_horn]

"Because you're suddenly a vampire?" He'd thought that that part was obvious. "I look like death, you're a vampire. One hell of a theme, don't ya think?

He scoots around a bit, rustling the play balls at he does. "Are you gonna freak out?" Peter does look like he's edging in that direction. "As much as I'd love to see you flailing around in a ball pit, you really don't have anything to worry about."

[fucking_ebay]

NOPE. Peter's hand flies to his mouth, where he cuts it on one of the teeth he's been exploring with his tongue. "Oh, fuck me," he moans, looking at the blood on his thumb. It's probably fortunate he doesn't technically need to breathe, as he's already on the road to hyperventilation. "It's just a dream," he reminds himself, not realizing he's saying it out loud. "Just a dream, just a dream."

[has_a_horn]

Well, fuck. So much for Peter not freaking out in the ball pit. "Yup. Just a dream. You are correct. Ding ding ding, you get the prize." Gabriel doesn't really want to try using any of his powers on Peter at the moment. Despite his ease at looking like Death itself, he's afraid that his powers might be altered as well. Who knows what might happen here if he tries to calm Peter.

"Tell me about what happened after me an' Seth left. How's the power doing?" He grins distressingly wide. This is a pretty transparent distraction tactic, but he doesn't think he needs to be smooth about it. A drowning man will grab onto anything, after all. He expects that Peter will grasp onto this instead of facing what's distressing him "When should I come over for lessons? Or that threesome. How're negotiations on that one going?"

[fucking_ebay]

Peter's busy feeling his face, trying to reassure himself that he hasn't gone completely shark-mouth. At least he's not feeling any urge to bite Gabriel? Then the memory of Lucy teasing him about the rebels' resident vampire biting Peter on the dick if he goes wandering around the building naked comes to mind, and why is he thinking about biting Gabriel on the dick now?!

"...I never said we were going to have a threesome," he says, snapping back to the real world and grabbing onto that lifeline like, well, a lifeline. "I dunno, ask Lucy when she's available. She's the one with a schedule." Ish. And he means for the practicing.

[has_a_horn]

"Do I need to fit her schedule to teach you how to teleport?" Hooray for distractions.

He waggles his eyebrows in Peter's direction. "Unless you weren't talking about that. In that case, yeah, she better fit me into her schedule. Us."

[fucking_ebay]

Peter gives him a blank look. What about it is weird? "Yeah, you do. She deals with all that stuff. I --" he flaps a hand -- "delegate."

What, Gabriel, you think Peter has time for stuff like planning ahead? Half the time when he tries it, it turns out Lucy already had something scheduled for them to do. Surely that's the entire reason, not at all that he's afraid to try teleporting without her there to undo his mistakes.

[has_a_horn]

"You delegate." He raises an eyebrow in Peter's direction. "What is she, your secretary?"

[fucking_ebay]

"She does double duty," grins Peter. No way it's going to get back to Lucy, right?

[has_a_horn]

"Oh, I'm so going to let her know you said that." Yeah, don't hold your breath, Peter. He probably won't, but you never know what he'll find amusing in the moment. He grins back at Peter. "Just out of curiosity, how do you think she'd react? My guess is righteous anger."

[fucking_ebay]

"Yeah? Your word against mine, who's she going to believe?"

Actually...that's kind of a good question.

[has_a_horn]

Ha, well, Gabriel doubts that Lucy trusts him much at all, and Peter isn't actually all that good at lying. "She knows you pretty well, Peter. She could probably throw out a guess about anything and get it right."

[fucking_ebay]

"You won't be helping your chances," says Peter lightly. Not that he intends to have a threesome at all, nope.

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel is starting to think that the negotiation for this mythical threesome is more entertaining than the actual thing could ever be. "Oh, and what are my chances now?" He pauses and snorts. "Disregard the old-man face."

[fucking_ebay]

If he thinks that, clearly he is underestimating Peter's sexual prowess.

"It's a lot to disregard," replies Peter innocently. "Show up like that and I don't think even Lucy's going to be interested."

[has_a_horn]

"Not even Lucy, hm?" He chuckles. The way Peter had said it made it seem like normally she's quite keen on the idea.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter's not sure what he meant, but no doubt he's digging himself a deeper and deeper hole. Not literally, of course, he hasn't moved around since he stopped freaking out and is more or less stable in the quicksand ball pit.

"...She'll be even less interested than I am," he clarifies after an awkward moment of hurried thought.