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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[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.

[wildmage_daine]

She's getting used to Peter's flashy teleporting, but that doesn't mean it's pleasant when he appears in a bloom of fire right next to her. She instinctively tries to shy away, but only achieves a midair twist and a lot of tail-waving. Unfortunately, that puts her tail within reach of his grabby hands, and he clamps on without so much as a by-your-leave and poofs them both through the door.

Hey! she objects, her surprise and annoyance far outweighing the small fact that she did technically ask for his help. He still could have given her some warning - and not grabbed her tail. He still hasn't let go, and she expresses her displeasure in leopard fashion: snarling and giving him a whap with one of her paws. She keeps her claws retracted, and there isn't that much force behind the blow, but it ought to give him a bit of a jolt. Fair's fair.

[fucking_ebay]

And suddenly he has a tiger leopard by the tail. "Woa!" Peter lets go when she turns and snarls like she's going to bite his face off. He'd back off, too -- hell, he'd run -- but he's stuck floating in midair and has to take the blow. He goes spinning off despite the relative gentleness of it, the massive flinch when he saw it coming not helping matters. "You asked for that!"

[wildmage_daine]

A little warning would have been nice, she snaps, hardly mollified. And you grabbed my tail. She curls in on herself so she can inspect the offended extremity, sulking a little and squashing down any guilt she feels for thwapping him. Honestly, he ought to know better than to grab any feline by the tail; he's fair lucky she's not a real leopard, or even a real housecat. He would've gotten much worse for his troubles.

[fucking_ebay]

"It was all I could reach! It's not my fault you were bouncing off everything." And now he's gone and rebounded off a cubicle wall. He kicks and scrambles in midair, trying to orient himself to grab onto something stable, and succeeds in making the entire cubicle rise into the air. Seems this one wasn't properly bolted down.

[wildmage_daine]

You could've waited a moment, she points out. Satisfied that he hasn't done her any real damage, she looks around for something she can snag with her claws. The floor is out of reach, but the wall isn't; she plants two paws against it to stop herself spinning, then gently shoves off and grabs ahold of a properly bolted down cubicle wall.

Only then does she turn her attention to Peter's predicament, and her tone is distinctly amused as she asks, Need help?

[fucking_ebay]

Shoving the floating cubicle away sends him toward the ceiling, but when he gets there he just hits his back against it and drifts away again. "This is completely your fault," he informs Daine crankily, somehow failing to notice he's being less mature than the teenager at the moment. He flashes over to be next to her, but is still drifting out of control as he makes a grab for the cubicle she's using as a perch.

[wildmage_daine]

My heart bleeds buttermilk. Her ears twitch backwards when he poofs right next to her, but then she reaches out a paw and snags his shirt before he can drift away again. Here, she says as she carefully pulls him in until he can easily reach the cubicle walls.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter flinches, but at least has the presence of mind not to teleport away. He grabs the solid -- or solid enough -- wall and adheres himself to it, glad to stop drifting around in midair. "Still so sure you want to go outside?"

[wildmage_daine]

She considers the question, then lets out a little huff of air. Wouldn't mind looking, at least. Turning her gaze on Peter, she adds, What if it's normal out there? If that's the case, she's guessing they'd both sooner be outside than in here.

[fucking_ebay]

"...Shit." Peter sighs. She's right. They'll wake up from this eventually, but he'd rather be walking on solid ground until then. "Fine, fine. But if you go flying off into orbit, don't count on a rescue."

[wildmage_daine]

Daine huffs again as she pushes herself to another cubicle. Could be interesting, she says optimistically. It's not as if it'd kill me, after all. Right? Besides, she has a hard time imagining Peter just watching her float off into space without doing anything to help. Maybe it's because he looks so much like other decent folk she knows.

[fucking_ebay]

Don't count on it, Daine. Or do count on him giving in and trying to help, but don't count on him doing anything useful.

"It's bad luck to die in dreams," he tells her even as he lets go of the cubicle to float free and teleports further down the room. "You do what you want, but I'm not going out there if everything's still floating."

[wildmage_daine]

Well, I've been sucked in by a rift, she starts as she pushes herself across the tops of the cubicles, and dropped into a huge city with no proper wilderness and a menagerie, and no one knows when I'm going to be able to go home again, but Goddess forbid I have a bad dream. It would be bad luck. Honestly, Peter. Besides, who says she'd die? She'd as likely just float about until she woke up.

[fucking_ebay]

"You probably died in a dream before all that happened and that's what did it," decides Peter with a grin, popping ahead again.

[wildmage_daine]

Does that mean dying in a dream now would get me sent home, then? she asks, launching herself off the last cubicle and down a hallway. She can see daylight shining at the end of it, and after pushing open a door (already ajar, thankfully, and not the sort that shuts on its own), she finds herself in another lobby, with nothing but a set of double doors between her and the outside. Excellent, she says, pulling herself across the carpet toward the doors.

[fucking_ebay]

"Or on to somewhere worse." Okay, that one wasn't as funny. Or funny at all. He keeps following by poofing from one stationary position to another, satisfied with the amount of control that gives him. At least this time he doesn't have to take an ungrateful cat with him. He ends up just inside the doors to the outside, hanging in midair and silhouetted against the light. "Last chance."

[wildmage_daine]

Daine favors him with a glare. Leopard faces aren't always easy to read, but they do glare well.

She stops outside the door to scope things out. It's impossible to tell from here if the gravity is still on out there or not, as the sidewalk, street, grass, and trees would look normal either way… which means she ought to plan this as if she'd be floaty out there, too. There's an awning above the door, so if she steps out and ends up floating up, she could bounce off that and land on the nearest bit of turf. She ought to be able to snag that as well as she does the carpeting, so then it would just be a matter of turning around and retracing the same flightpath.

I'll risk it, she decides, reaching up with one paw to press the handicapped exit button. The interior door slowly swings open, and she drags herself through.