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]

It's fair strange at first, she allows, remembering her own earlier forays in the dreaming. Unhooking her claws, she gently pushes herself up off the floor and drifts up to the ceiling, flipping upside down as she goes so she can snag the ceiling tiles with her claws and stop herself bouncing back down. You get used to it, though, what with how often it happens, she adds.

[peeta_mellark]

Peeta traces Daine's progress with his eyes while keeping a tight grip on the window frame. "Have you seen anyone else here?" Another thought occurs to him. "Does the rift only share dreams between people who came from the rift?"

[wildmage_daine]

Oh, yes - it's one of the group ones. I saw Peter earlier. Mithros only knows how many other people are here; given how cluttered and big the building is, it's not easy to tell.

The second question takes some thought, but then she rolls her shoulders in a feline shrug. Mostly. Sometimes folk show up in the dreams before the rift actually gets them. That's how it worked with Aly, anyway.

[peeta_mellark]

Peeta has no idea who Peter is, but figures he'll meet him eventually. He casts another glance around the room they're in before returning his gaze to Daine.

"Is there any particular reason why the rift put us here?" he asks, releasing his grip on the window frame with one hand to carefully encompass the building with a wave. "Or is it just random?"

[wildmage_daine]

Daine releases the ceiling tiles and floats down to ricochet off of the conference table, leaving dusty paw prints on the glass surface. Random, I think, she says as she rebounds off the wall and finds the floor again. Very random, in this case. It's not at all unusual for the dreams to have something odd or off about them, but this is the first time everything's been floating around.

[peeta_mellark]

Peeta smiles slightly, watching Daine ping-pong her way back to the floor.

"Should we go look for people, then?" he asks, eyes flickering toward the doorway they originally hurtled through. He's never had a shared dream before; he isn't sure what the etiquette is.

In truth, he can't remember the last time he had a dream as opposed to a nightmare. The thought gives him pause, and he turns back to Daine. "Does the rift always create a dream for people to share, or can you wind up in someone's dream?"

[wildmage_daine]

We could, she says, tail lazily curling from side to side. It's not a bad way to meet folk.

She's started to drag herself to the door when his next question makes her pause. Both. I've been pulled into someone else's dreams and had random folk drop in on mine. They're not all pleasant memories, and she flattens her ears in annoyance and lingering embarrassment. The rift doesn't care much for anyone's privacy.

[peeta_mellark]

Peeta frowns, anger flaring in his chest. It isn't privacy that concerns him - he's basically become accustomed to every aspect of his life being laid bare for the public. But it's bad enough that he has to keep reliving the Games; no one else should be forced to go through it with him.

"Great," he mutters under his breath.

He lets out a little sigh. At any rate, whatever this is, it isn't a nightmare. And if this sort of shared dreaming happens as often as Daine says, he might as well get some practice with it now.

"What do you want to do?" he asks her.

[wildmage_daine]

Her ears catch that muttered word, but she doesn't find it in the least bit odd. It'd be stranger if he looked forward to having random folk drop into his head.

Everything's all floaty and strange outside, too, so there's not much point in leaving the building, she says. We could keep exploring, though.

[peeta_mellark]

"Sounds good. I'll follow you?" he suggests, raising his eyebrows.

[wildmage_daine]

All right, she agrees. I've just about got the hang of the doors to the stairwells - want to try going up?

[peeta_mellark]

Peeta turns his head to look out the window at his back. They aren't too high up where they are, and while going to the roof might be a bad idea, he wouldn't mind seeing the view from further up inside the building.

"Sure," he replies, pushing off from the window ledge to glide toward the doorway.

[wildmage_daine]

They're tricky because they shut automatically, she informs him as she bounces from floor to cubicle wall and back. But it's probably better than the elevators.

[peeta_mellark]

As they enter the hallway again, Peeta glances around. "Which way?" He hadn't gotten around to trying (or even looking for) the stairs before he ran into Daine.

[wildmage_daine]

It takes Daine a moment to get her bearings - she'd been knocked off course when she accidentally plowed into Peeta, and it's hard to keep anything straight when most of the available landmarks are floating about - but then she gets it. This way, she says, bounding through a cloud of paperclips that scatter like minnows when she hits them.

[peeta_mellark]

Peeta pushes off from the doorway to follow after, squinting his eyes as he zooms through the flying paperclips. Taking aim, he hits the wall at the end of the hallway at almost the perfect angle to cut into the intersecting hallway without plowing into a wall.