Dreamwalking [open to multiple]

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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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[fucking_ebay]

What, did Topher think they were metaphorical vampires? No such luck. Peter's a bit more literal than that.

It hurts to see Ginger go again -- though it's also a relief, a fact that also hurts. "Fucking cow," he mutters to himself under his breath to make himself feel better. Of course she'd show that to this stranger. Out loud, he says, "Happy now? Saw what you came to see?"

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Topher doesn't answer for a moment, considering how to proceed. It was always so much easier to get information out of people when you could just scan their brain. Didn't provide you with such up-close gruesome sights, either. Topher himself has very distinct memories of various people getting cut up in front of him. He realises he himself is sending off a very troubled and angsty vibe, and blocks it off immediately.

"No," he answers finally. "It's more important to me what you're doing in the city, not before you got here. Whose shelter have you sought?"

[fucking_ebay]

They can just feed right into each other now, huh? Sorry, Topher, probe too deep into someone's brain and you're likely to see something you would rather not have seen.

Peter watches the other man from where he still stands at the bar, pouring himself another placebo. He wants to feel vindictive when he realizes that some of the pain in the air isn't his, but mostly he just feels bitter and empty.

At the question, he sets his jaw and glares at Topher. "Get. Out."

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Topher considers pressing the matter, but decides not to. Probably won't be fruitful. Better to come back to Peter later, if he really needs to know, sometime when he's more open and not so spooked and angry.

"As you wish," he answers, and without another word he fades away, leaving Peter's mind completely.

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Dreams thoroughly disrupted, Peter sits a while in the empty apartment, unable to change it to anything different. Eventually he'll either wake up or drift into a new dream.