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The Big Applesauce Moderators ([personal profile] applesaucemod) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2014-02-22 03:01 pm

The Tropical Vacation of Your Dreams

The communal dreams of Manhattan have been downright pleasant lately, haven't they? Here's another sunny day for dreamers to enjoy in their sleep, though of course the tropical climate may prove just a little uncomfortable for northerners. The verdant jungle has its own sort of charm, though, teeming as it is with all sorts of exotic animals.

Make that very exotic animals.

Those who arrive close by any of the old buildings or fences will see that it's been a long time since the humans that made them disappeared. Everything here was once sleek, shiny, and state of the art. Now formerly electric fences stand bent and torn, automated SUVs sit rusting on their tracks or lie smashed to pieces where they were thrown by some enormous creature, and the jungle slowly works to reclaim a mildewy hotel and visitors' center.

Whether one finds oneself in the formless jungle that was once paddocks, in the aviary that would have housed a luxury resort, or even in the halls of what should by all rights be the most heavily fortified hotel in the world, one is always in danger here. The barriers that once separated human from dinosaur have long since fallen. Here dinosaurs have eked out a new ecosystem, the carnivores not particularly bothered about eating herbivores from entirely different epochs…or, for that matter, the funny little hairless apes that have appeared here on occasion. Here one is always in danger of running afoul of hungry tyrannosaurs, stampeding triceratops, or cunning deinonychus velociraptors (they're totally velociraptors, yup). Enjoy the eye-searing venom of that strangely undersized dilophosaurus, by the way, as well as the toxic bite of the swarms of compsognathus. Or maybe the dreamers will luck out, and the worst they'll encounter is an indifferent, bumbling brachiosaurus or an unassuming microceratops. Who here is ever that lucky, though?

Welcome to Jurassic Park.



[Mod note: Same drill as always. All players and characters are welcome, current members or no. Characters will remember or forget any and all dream events at players' discretion. Death in the dream does not result in real death.]
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[personal profile] mr_fring 2014-02-26 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Sunshine finds this dreaming theory plausible. Her name is Sunshine and she didn't have hardly any trouble accepting this blue insect-faced creature as a "person" before it had even spoken in sentences. But then again, he remembers being told that the last time he'd found himself somewhere strange... it's foggy now. That was how he met Cecil.

Very well. A dream. A shared dream, about dinosaurs.

"I'm going to assume our lives are still very much in danger," says Gus coolly. He checks his pockets. "I have enough rounds left for a few more, but I'd have to make the shots count. What did you have in mind?"
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[personal profile] rae_of_sun 2014-02-26 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"I can transmute small objects," she says bluntly, lifting a shoulder in a half-shrug. "If I can see what one of your bullets looks like, I can probably make more out of other stuff." Maybe. She's sort of counting on this whole dream business canceling out the real-world logistical difficulties of transmuting worked metal (not to mention the whole not-changing-them-back thing, which is sort of frowned upon). On the bright side, there's no shortage of dead electronics in the hotel room that she could pull apart for scrap, and there's a respectable beam of sunlight shining through the grimy window. It would be better still if she could break it, assuming that doing so wouldn't endanger all their lives.
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[personal profile] mr_fring 2014-02-26 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
At this, Gus lowers his shotgun, shifts his weight to one leg so that his hip and head are cocked. It is the sassiest he's ever looked.

"Excuse me?" he intones. "You can what?"
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[personal profile] bagropa 2014-02-26 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Croach, who has been observing the exchange with one side of his brow raised significantly higher than the other, trying silently to decide if all humans are unfamiliar with the nature of dreams, helpfully speaks up. "She possesses the ability to alter the shape and composition of a small object to resemble those of another small object. It is a simple concept." And presumably one granted by dreams, right? Those silly human dreams. Oh, humans. "Human designated Sunshine, I would be under onus to you, were you to... 'transmute' a number of techno arrows for my use as well." He deftly removes an arrow from his holster, clutching it hopefully.
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[personal profile] rae_of_sun 2014-02-26 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you, Croach. Well, okay, she could forgive some skepticism on Gus's part (since he's apparently from some universe where magic handling isn't a thing), but still. They've teamed up with a Martian to fight dinosaurs in a dream, and transmutation is where he's drawing the line?

She's a bit less sure of her ability to transmute arrows, as they're well outside the realm of what would fit between her cupped palms… but again, dream mechanics. "They might be too big," she admits, in the interests of full disclosure. "But I can try." She holds out a hand, eyebrows raised. "Mind if I look at it?"