dreams...in...SPAAAAAACE!

[applesaucemod]

It's Wednesday night, and the rift has once again pushed and pulled the dreamers of Manhattan and beyond, gathering them together for its own mysterious purposes.

Why, for instance, have the dreamers been placed in an office building? And why, for that matter, is everyone weightless? Everything is weightless, for that matter, which might make maneuvering a little difficult with all those floating tables, chairs, and office supplies floating about. There's nothing stopping anyone from leaving the building and exploring the parking lot and green spaces nearby, but is a wide open space really where one wants to be right now?

[Mod note: Usual dream party rules apply. All players and characters are welcome, current members or no. Characters will remember or forget all dream events at players' discretion.]

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[fucking_ebay]

Well, now he feels stupid. Why didn't he think of doing that before? He clings there, turning his head sharply when he catches sight of a significantly different shape out of the corner of his eye, and is treated to the sight of her becoming a cat again.

"Oh -- you!" Yeah, he had no idea who had come to his rescue until just now. Peter pants to catch his breath, and hooks one leg on either side of the wall. "Don't throw me again."

[wildmage_daine]

Here, Peter, have a snow leopard rolling her eyes at you. Odd's bobs, who did he think she was?

Yes, me. She pulls herself along the carpet to the doorway, her claws making little ripping noises as she goes. And so long as you don't get stuck again, I won't need to.

[fucking_ebay]

"Not all of us are made of velcro," he informs her testily. "Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but this is probably a dream, yeah? Because it'll be a cold day in hell when I go inside an office building on my own."

[wildmage_daine]

Must be, she agrees as she peers up and down the hallway, elsewise everything wouldn't be floating around. Feeling impish, she retracts her claws and pushes herself off the floor. Her leopard body is flexible even when weightless, and she executes a neat twist in midair and rebounds off the wall before hooking her claws into the carpet again.

It's fun once you get used to it, she says, looking over her shoulder at Peter.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter snorts, amused despite himself at her antics. "Going to teach me to fly again?" he asks teasingly, finally starting to relax his death grip a little.

[wildmage_daine]

She pushes her whiskers forward, tail waving. I would if I thought it would help, but even flying wouldn't get you so far. You'd be better off bouncing off the walls.

[fucking_ebay]

"That'll be why you're a cat," concludes Peter, who's bright enough to imagine that she must have tried being a bird at some point instead. Apparently the results were less than satisfactory, so it's good that he's not a bat at the moment. "Run into anyone else yet?"

[wildmage_daine]

She considers correcting him - honestly, 'cat'? - but decides against it. Instead, she says, You're the first, but I haven't explored the whole building.

Nor has she tried to find an exit. Would everything be all floaty outside, too? She wouldn't mind checking, though doing so from ten stories up probably wouldn't be a good idea. Her tail curls lazily from side to side as she considers her options. I'm going to try and find a stairwell, she decides. Coming?

[fucking_ebay]

Categories, Daine. He knows them.

"Whatever floats your boat," he shrugs, gingerly letting go of the door frame to float in place. As long as he doesn't push on anything, it seems he'll stay put. "Might as well."

[wildmage_daine]

Was that a pun? Pity snow leopards don't have eyebrows to raise.

If we can get to the ground floor, there ought to be an exit, she explains while she waits for Peter to catch up. Then we can see if it's like this outside, too, or if it's only this building that's all mixed up.

[fucking_ebay]

"You're aware you'll probably end up in orbit if it is the same out there?" Peter eyes the hallway, takes aim, concentrates, and teleports. He wouldn't normally -- he hasn't had enough practice to be really confident -- but this is a dream and he's pretty sure he's not going to teleport for real in his sleep. He reappears a little ways ahead of her, still hanging in midair, once again out of reach of the walls. This time, though, he's not spinning, and he knows he can do it again the next time he wants to move.

[wildmage_daine]

If we're dreaming, it won't kill me, she points out, tail twitching when Peter suddenly teleports down the hall. She pulls in her claws so she can bound after him. And if I do go sailing off into the sky, you'll just have to rescue me, she adds playfully. He seems to have his teleporting under control - enough so that he'd be capable of zapping himself up into the air and then zapping them both back down, anyway.

[fucking_ebay]

"Can't you turn into a bird or something?" he objects, not liking the idea of going out in the open. Even hanging here in the hallway is a bit unnerving, at least now that he's thinking about what it would be like to just drift off into the sky, and he teleports again to where he can hook an arm into another door frame. With Daine moving like that, though, he doesn't get much chance to stay put before she's passing him up again.

[wildmage_daine]

I could, but flying isn't easy. She halts herself, then takes starling shape to demonstrate. From a cold start, she has to flap like the dickens to get moving, and her ability to steer is all but nonexistent. She drifts haphazardly up to the ceiling and bounces, then resumes leopard shape as she floats back down to the floor. Silly, she opines as she hooks her claws back into the carpet.

[fucking_ebay]

"But there's nothing to slow you down," objects Peter, who has a poor grasp of biomechanics. He fails to stifle a laugh at her expense, though, the sight of a bird flopping around midair and biffing into things just as funny as it is uncanny.

[wildmage_daine]

Not much to speed me up, either, she points out as she continues down the hall. She pauses as the space to one side opens into a lobby and an elevator bay. The stairs ought to be nearby. She lets out a little huff, then pulls herself into the lobby area, eyes peeled for an emergency exit sign.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter appears above her head in a puff of flame, glancing around the lobby at which they've arrived. "Best not use the lift at the moment," he notes before disappearing again and reappearing twice more in other parts of the room. "This way," he calls, raising his voice slightly and gesturing for her to come over. The movement of his arm starts him spinning, but he's able to hook his foot on the door handle to the stairwell.

[wildmage_daine]

No, thank you, Daine agrees, flattening her ears. There might not be any danger of falling, but that doesn't mean the elevators aren't still moving, and there'd be no way to avoid them. When Peter finds the door, she bounds over. She really has to dig her hind claws into the carpet to get enough force going to push the door open, and she's dismayed to find that the weightlessness hasn't done anything to stop the automatic closing mechanism from working properly. Drat, she mutters, her muzzle wrinkling in a snarl as she gives the door a good shove. Then she hooks her forepaws around it and quickly pulls herself through before it can shut on her tail.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter, meanwhile, is dragged along with the door when she shoves it open, only to lose his literal toehold and get bounced back away from it. He spits out a curse as she disappears into the stairwell and he goes rebounding across the lobby. Remembering himself, he teleports to her side of the door, again retaining his momentum. This time, it causes him to hit his back against the door, winding him.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine, meanwhile, wound up caroming off the wall with little grace and a fair amount of force. When she fetched up against the stairwell railing, she wrapped all four paws around it to keep from floating off and hitting anything else. She's not surprised when Peter teleports into the stairwell - that did seem like the most sensible way for him to get there - but she flicks her ears back in sympathy when he hits the door. Sorry, she says, tail lashing irritably. That didn't go well.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter bounces off, gasping for air, and fetches up against the ceiling. A little push alters his course to send him toward a railing, which he grabs gratefully and grips tightly. "Next time I'm just zapping through to start with," he swears.

[wildmage_daine]

Take me with you, Daine deadpans, tail still lashing as she cautiously loosens her grip on the railing. She repositions her hind legs, bracing her paws against the railing, then pushes off gently. She hits the wall with a gentle bump and shoves off again, heading down the stairs. Once she gets a rhythm going, it's not too tricky: turn and push, turn and push. So long as she avoids winging herself on the underside of the staircase or hitting the door handles with her paws, it's smooth sailing.

[fucking_ebay]

"What are friends for?" chuckles Peter ruefully. He's pretty sure he can; he did carry Gabe with him that one time. Carefully, he releases the railing and stabilizes himself in midair, having caught on that he needs to be holding still when he disappears if he wants to be holding still when he reappears. Satisfied that he's not going to fly into anything, he carefully teleports as far down as he has line of sight, mindful to stay behind her with each jump.

[wildmage_daine]

As she bounces down the last flight of stairs to the ground floor, Daine tries to aim for the door handle, hoping to plow into it with enough force to actually open the door and slip through. Unfortunately, it doesn't work out so neatly: she succeeds in hitting the door handle, but before she can actually get herself through it, the spring-loaded closing mechanism pushes the door shut and sends her floating back into the stairwell.

Bother, she mutters, stretching back her hind legs to prevent herself from hitting the stairs spine-first.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter lets out an undignified snort-giggle, the leopard anything but majestic or intimidating at the moment. Without thinking how he'll likely get the shit clawed out of him if she's surprised by it, he poofs over practically on top of her, grabs her, and teleports to the other side of the door. At least, that's the plan. He forgot that her still being in motion would make it hard, and when he gets to the grabbing her part there's a good deal of fumbling.