The Tropical Vacation of Your Dreams

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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.]

Comments

[frank_doyle]

"Hmmmm..." Frank inspects the bag thoughtfully, albeit with marked displeasure. "We-ell..." Finding nothing un-alcoholic in the bag (naturally), he turns to scan the surrounding environment. What on earth does he have to offer a tiny stubborn pony intent on remaining sober? "There's... tree... bark? Would you like that? Would that be good for you??"

[bluesuit_hoofy]

Really, they just shouldn't ask him his opinion if they want to get anywhere with him. Barty -- Andrew -- gives Frank a look like he's just dribbled down his front. "Not at the moment; I'm trying to go easy on the fiber."

[sadie_doyle]

Well, Sadie's not about to let a guest of hers go without. Perhaps he's only a guest atop their cabbie and not in their home, but the rules still apply.

"You did well with the rye before," she says decisively as she gets back onboard Penelope. Once she's perched beside Barty, she tops off her glass of gin, replaces the bottle, and pulls out the rye. It's a little tricky removing the cap without spilling her gin, but she manages, and a few moments later, she's waving the mouth of the bottle in front of his nose. "You know how to drink from a bottle, don't you, Barty?" she asks. "You just put your lips together and... glug glug glug."

[frank_doyle]

Frank tugs at his collar a little nervously at this positively seductive display. "Why darling, have I ever told you that you are at your most ravishing whilst imbibing?" he says.

[sadie_doyle]

A coy smile spreads across Sadie's face as she turns to Frank. "Not nearly often enough, darling," she purrs, before adding, "though, to be fair, it is a statistical certainty." She's always imbibing, after all.

"Have I ever told you that you're at your most ruggedly handsome while sitting beside me atop a dinosaur?" she asks in turn, giving Penelope's back an inviting pat. She's all but forgotten Barty, now, and the bottle's hovering a foot above his head (though there's no threat of it spilling; she would never).

[bluesuit_hoofy]

"Have I ever told you that you seem to have a drinking problem?" asks Andrew, batting his eyes at each of them in turn. Whether he wants to glug glug glug is beside the point just now. "Where are you two from?"

[frank_doyle]

"A drinking... problem?" Frank considers the curious turn of phrase. "Well I don't see how it could possibly be a problem. The incident with the snifter, now, that seems to be your drinking problem." He huffs, gradually finding the delightful little pony less delightful, impressive show of bravery against the air shark notwithstanding.

[sadie_doyle]

"Yes," Sadie agrees. "It's only a problem if it's not happening, darling." What a strange attitude this little pony possesses towards the inarguable joy of nigh-constant liquor consumption! She proffers the rye once more, though with considerably less vigor this time. Does he truly not want any?

[bluesuit_hoofy]

"If I have some, will you try to get us out of this jungle before the velociraptors find us?" sighs Andrew, weakening.

[frank_doyle]

"I'll take it!" announces Frank, happily offering the bottle. "Velociraptors, you say? Quite like to see one of those. Little turkey sized things, as I recall. Much easier to bag!"

[sadie_doyle]

"Let's bag three of them!" Sadie declares. "One for each of us!" Leaning over a little to give Penelope an encouraging pat, she says, "Take us to some velociraptors!"

[bluesuit_hoofy]

Andrew's true to his word, at least, so he's mid-swallow when Frank and Sadie reveal their fundamental misunderstanding of his request. He chokes, tries to spit, fails as more liquor comes rushing in from the tilted bottle, and swallows an overlarge mouthful instead. Sputtering and coughing, eyes watering, he protests, "I don't want one! I meant let's go away from them!"

[frank_doyle]

"Oh, don't be such a sissy!" Frank waves Barty off, then deftly catches the bottle, helping him steady it. "Ooh! Look! There's something - oh. Hmm."

He squints dubiously into the distance. "Wa-ait... Penelope, I thought we said velociraptors. Those are clearly deinonychus!!"

[sadie_doyle]

"They're much too large to be velociraptors," Sadie agrees, tone playfully scolding. "Still, wouldn't a deinonychus look marvelous in our apartment, darling?" They could dress it up for the holidays, if they bothered enough with calendars to know when holidays were happening.

[bluesuit_hoofy]

Andrew's head swims as he squints in the direction they're both looking. Shutting his eyes and giving it a quick shake, he looks again. "What, really? They look like raptors to me."

Wait. "Other way!" he hisses. "I'm not getting eaten by a dinosaur today, thank you!"