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Dreamwalking [open to multiple]

Topher is dreamwalking. It's a trick he picked up when he came through the rift in San Francisco, and he's gotten quite good at it since then. He's not quite able to pick a specific dreamer's mind yet, but he's learnt how to visit only those who've been significantly affected by the rift, either by coming through it, or being changed by it.

He jumps from one mind to another, looking for rifties he hasn't met, at least not in dreams. These days he barely sleeps at all without jumping from mind to mind, perhaps because he's lonely. Christmas hadn't exactly helped.

Some people will barely notice he's there, but there are those who do, who recognise him as an outside element rather than a figment of their own mind. Having a certain amount of control over his avatar while in dreams, he chooses to appear as a hooded ranger, straight out of a fantasy novel. Mostly because he thinks it looks badass, and stops him from being recognised easily.

[OOC: Anyone feel free to make a thread with their character asleep and dreaming, and suddenly having Topher appear in their head. Whether they'll be lucid or not, or what they're dreaming about, is up to you.]

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Gabriel is sitting in an Adirondack chair on the edge of a prehistoric shore, a frosty pina colada in his hand. Behind him, sinking through the back of the chair and resting on the rough ground beyond are two enormous wings that seem to shift in and out of reality.

A second after the tall hooded stranger appears in his dream, the location shifts, wings disappear, and Gabriel sits (drink still in hand) in a booth at the back of a smoky dive bar.

He raises an eyebrow at his intruder. Truth be told, he'd been hoping for something like this when he'd gone to sleep. There's more than one way of gleaning information in a new location, after all. "Get lost on the way to the Renn Faire, Aragorn?"

Topher thinks he gets a glimpse of something, for just a second after he arrives. It's gone too quickly for him to appreciate it, but he can feel the change. An intentional one at that. It puts him on his guard immediately.

Being referred to as Aragorn doesn't really help. The newbie seems quite aware of the nature of his surroundings, and of Topher as an outside force, or at least that's the impression Topher is getting.

Might as well be a bit more plain then. The disguise slips away, and Topher appears as he would in the waking world.

"Just exploring," he answers, slipping into the booth. "Sorry to barge in on you unannounced."

"No biggie." He shrugs and gestures to his drink. "What's your poison?" He's just going to take a guess and think another pina colada into existence. If whoever this is wants something else, he can change it with his own brainpower. "Not expressly real, of course, but that doesn't mean it doesn't taste fabulous."

He grins, and there's something fake and vaguely threatening about it. "But you know that, right? Smart kid like you." After all, anyone able to traverse dreams...well, doesn't have to be intelligent necessarily, as far as Gabriel is concerned, but it definitely helps.

And Topher's just going to change that into a non-alcoholic fruit drink instead. Because it tastes better, and it's not like he's planning on getting drunk anyway, and if he did he wouldn't need fake alcohol to do it.

"I'm not entirely new to the game," he admits, sipping his drink. Nor does this guy seem to be. Perhaps new to this place, but not to these kind of things, obviously. Topher refuses to feel threatened, but he's not really attempting to be intimidating himself either. He doesn't want a fight.

Gabriel doesn't make a habit of jumping into other people's brains, but it's not entirely a foreign concept for him. On his home turf, though, his own dream-scape, he's definitely on secure footing.

That this kid dropped his costume is a good indicator for Gabriel that he has an inkling of what he's dealing with, but a little bit of intimidation doesn't hurt. He's not looking for a fight, either, but there's a certain amount of posturing that seems necessary when someone just traipses their way into his brain without permission. "Do you usually jump into people's heads looking like a leftover from the Dark Ages? Because, lemme tell ya, the dark ages were a big ol' bore the first time around. I'd rather stick to the present."

Topher is being hyper-aware of any sort of sign of tricks or attempts to trap him here. And sign of trouble, and he's gone. He had a fight with a telepath once, and it was not pleasant. He'd rather not repeat it.

Gabriel is showing a bit of his hand, though. Dark Ages, huh? Well then.

"It's convenient when visiting mundane brains. They assume I'm something they've seen in a film or whatever," he answers with a shrug. He's clearly not in a mundane brain now, though. "Aragorn was actually kind of the inspiration."

That gets a more genuine smile out of Gabriel. Recently, the success of his pop culture references have been pretty hit and miss, and it's nice to not have to explain. "Nice power fantasy you've got there."

"This one's the real deal, then? Don't you think anybody dreams about..." He swishes his finger in the general direction of Topher's face. "The scruffy geek thing?" He lets his head tilt to the side, appraising the face across the table in a way that's half lecherous and half incredulous. You can never be sure. If the kid can manage one imposing costume, who's to say the less imposing figure isn't a fabrication as well? Not that he minds terribly, but it's good to know what you're dealing with.

Hey, you know, if he can pretend to be Aragorn, why not? Well, there's others he'd probably rather be, but that outfit had the advantage of keeping his face hidden.

"I'm not scruffy," he answers straightening up, a tiny bit affronted. He's clean shaven and everything. Okay his hair is messy, but it's supposed to be like this.

"This is the default. Honestly, I could make myself look like GLaDOS if I really want to, but this is simpler," he answers. As long as he's paying attention to what he looks like, it's not that difficult, otherwise it switches to default in his head. Default doesn't necessarily mean his real world appearance, though. ...Except, you know, it does in this case, more or less.

"Don't get me wrong. I like it. Doesn't exactly fit with the atmosphere though, does it? This needs..." He hmms for a moment, then snaps his fingers. The smoky bar dissolves around them to be replaced by a sunny beach. Gabriel is wearing sandals, shorts, and an expensive-looking linen shirt.

Topher wasn't so lucky in the leap. For his part, Gabriel has given him a bright blue Speedo. Holding his drink in hand, Gabriel takes a sip and surveys the goods with an amused grin.

"Can you surf?" There does happen to be a board or two nearby, in the unlikely situation that he's interested. But let's get real here. This change wasn't really about what Topher wants. "Or is this more a surf the web kind of scruff?"

If Topher had been prepared for that, he could've easily avoided being changed, but he was being on-guard for other sort of shenanigans, not setting changes.

Topher's not amused. Not that he's that embarrassed about being suddenly undressed (he is rather proud of his physique), but speedos? Really? No thank you. Honestly.

Topher sarcastically snaps his fingers (if such a thing can be done) and changes back to what he was wearing a moment ago, and resists any other sort of changes Gabriel might impose on him. He's not particularly affected by his surroundings, so he could easily surf in what he's wearing now if it came to that. Not that he's going to.

"More the web kind," he answers. Even though he lived in Los Angeles for like half his life.

Gabriel sighs and snaps his fingers again. This time, they're in a colorful bowling alley. Lanes stretch out in front of them, groups of people playing on a few. Behind them is a bar, and to their left a small arcade filled with old upright games and pinball machines. Gabriel is sporting an old-fashioned bowling shirt, complete with 'Gabriel' stitched into the top left. Consider it his unique way of introducing himself.

He doesn't seem to have been very phased by Topher's unamused reaction. He props himself against a bar stool and sets aside his glass on the counter behind him. The busty brunette bartender takes it away and gives him a White Russian in return.

"Better?"

"It'll do," Topher concedes. It's definitely preferable. He's still a little put off by being in the mind of someone who knows what they're doing, though. Don't think he'll be letting his guard down.

"I've got one of those in my office," he comments, pointing at a pinball machine. It seemed far too empty without some kind of games there. It's not quite as shiny an office as his old one, but it'll do.

"And where's that, hm?" It'd be nice to know who he's dealing with here. He's not scared, but that doesn't mean he's not interested in somebody that can invade his shut-eye.

"Romac headquarters," he answers. That's not really something he hides, and they give him plenty protection if someone decides to come visit him. He's fairly high ranking, too, though he tries not to brag about that. Not because he doesn't like to brag, but he tries not to reveal his hand regarding how much power he has.

"Really. I was under the impression that Romac was the big bad around here." To be fair, the person that gave him that impression was Bruce Banner and Banner doesn't have the best history with large organizations, so he's keeping an open mind here.

"And who would I ask for if I were to visit you at the esteemed Romac headquarters?"

"Topher Brink," he answers, giving a little salute. He figures Gabriel will find out soon enough, so. "And they're the big, but not so bad. Not perfect, I grant you, but things are easier to change from the inside." And he does do his best to try and maintain the balance in the city, for the safety of everyone involved.

He raises both eyebrows, his entire face an expression of incredulity. "Yeah, because I've never heard that one before." Let's just say he doesn't have the greatest faith in people who think what they're doing it all for the greater good. He's not been immune to that one himself in the past, so trust him here, he knows how tempting that idea can be. "Jumping into people's heads part of the agenda, or is this just for kicks?"

Well, neither does Topher, really, but he was recruited, and he's valuable enough that they would chase after him if he left. So he tries to make the best of it. Is that so wrong?

"Neither," Topher answers, leaning back in his seat. "I'm not working, I'm looking for someone. Happened to stumble into your mind. I did say sorry."

"Way to make a guy feel special." Gabriel smiles and settles into his bar stool. On the lanes, someone bowls a strike and there's a moment of excited clapping from the rest of the group. "This person you're looking for, what makes 'em important?"

"If it helps, you're the first one to immediately call me out on it," Topher answers. There were others who cottoned on eventually, of course. "And they're not particularly important, they're just a friend." Honestly more of an acquaintance, but they've disappeared and he's looking into it.

He takes a sip of his drink and swivels around so that he can watch the lanes. "Like I said, the middle ages are bit played out. Even if I hadn't noticed you, the outfit would have been a dead give away." He says noticed, but really he'd just known the minute Topher had shown up. You don't get to be an archangel without a little bit of control in that vein.

"Most people don't question it. But then, most people aren't particularly bright," Topher answers. Is that a compliment? It's debatable. Topher's been hopping from mind to mind for months, not many realise he's an intruder. Not that it's unheard of, especially if he sticks around long enough.

Well, he's taking it as a compliment, that much is sure. "You're human," Yup, he can tell. "...so when did the whole dream walking thing happen? You just pass out one night and slip into somebody else's brain?"

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Topher raises his eyebrows and smiles. Gabriel can tell Topher's human, but NOT how he got his powers?

"You can't guess?" he asks, suddenly amused. Clearly he must be new, if he's not familiar with what the rift does to people.

Well, he's familiar with the rift taking away abilities. He would have much rather had a few extra tricks up his sleeve after tumbling through that portal, but nooo.

"Gamma radiation? Ancient incantation? Got bitten by a radioactive hipster?" He raises his eyebrows at him in return. Yeah, he's new. Get over it.

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Guess who's finally back online

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Ugh, so slow. I give you full permission to come kick me on AIM sometimes

no prob, man :)

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