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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.]
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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She coughs, sobers, and says, "I'm Jodie. You okay?" She's confident that Aiden didn't hurt him, but… he's just so small, even a light jostle might be rough on him.
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"Andrew!" The bigger Andrew recovers from his shock enough to call out, a swell of emotion making his eyes damp. He's not dead -- where the little Andrew really is he doesn't know, but he's not dead! Andrew flails in midair, reaching for any handhold he can to try to claw his way over to the other.
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It occurs to her that now would be an excellent time to make a break for it, but she's having a difficult time tearing her eyes away from the bizarre reunion happening before her. Aiden, however, is less enthralled, and she feels a brief chill as her trajectory changes. She's still floating slowly, but now she's backing toward the door.
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"How did you get in the Master's TARDIS?" asks the other in return. They've apparently forgotten they have an audience, departing or no.
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The little one squirms uncomfortably. "What?" he echoes. "Listen, we won't have much time -- he can't have gone far, he never goes far --"
"We're not there," says the bigger one, cutting him off abruptly. "This is a dream, Andrew, and you need to tell me where he's got you and you need to do it before either of us wakes up."
"You -- but -- oh!" That finally seems to get across to the little guy as he looks around the room, comprehension dawning. Not a trap of the Master's, then. Not a malfunction of his TARDIS. A dream, exactly like he's been trying to break into to tell someone where he is, exactly like he managed weeks ago only to relay the information to a Doctor in another universe rather than anyone who could actually help him. "He caught me in the Ramble," he explains. "When he carried me to his TARDIS, it was in th--"
A look of surprise and confusion crosses the tiny Andrew's face, and then, quite suddenly, the bigger Andrew's hands close on thin air as the tiny figure vanishes. "Andrew?!" yelps the bigger Andrew, opening his hands to find nothing there. "Andrew!"
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Where is he? she thinks, and Aiden drops his disapproving act for long enough to search the immediate area - the offices to each side, and the ones above and below. No tiny Andrew. What in the hell?
"He's gone," she says aloud, staring at the larger one. "He's just… gone."
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