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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[wildmage_daine]

Daine lands in the ball pit without being quite sure how she got there. She doesn't even remember falling from anything, just a sudden impact and a scattering of plastic balls. She's completely buried, balls blotting out the dim light from overhead and rolling over her back, and she lets out a small noise of protest and tries to brush some of the balls away with her arms.

The balls rattle as they're stirred by eight long, spindly limbs, and Daine freezes. Is someone else here with her? "Hel--" she cuts herself off mid-word, then tentatively touches her tongue to her teeth once again. They've gone all pointy, and she furrows her brow in confusion. She's not trying to take any carnivorous shapes, so her teeth ought to be normal. Willing them back to their usual shapes makes no difference, though; they remain stubbornly sharp and even.

Something is very, very wrong.

Moving as stealthily as she can, she pulls an arm up, the better to brace herself against the bottom of the ball pit. When a distinctly arachnid - and distinctly large - foot brushes past her face, she panics. Spidren! She tries to scramble to her feet, and seven more giant spider legs flail around her. Goddess, it's right on top of her! Screaming, she rolls onto her back so she can at least face the threat - but there is no monster above her. The flailing limbs are hers.

"Oh, no," she gasps, staring down at her grey, furred, bulbous abdomen. She's the spidren. She's somehow taken spidren shape, and a new panic swamps her: if a human takes an immortal shape, they can't change back. She's stuck like this. Forever.

Daine proceeds to hyperventilate.