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The Big Applesauce Moderators ([personal profile] applesaucemod) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2014-03-28 03:03 pm

Far Side of the Aurora Borealis

Congratulations, dreamers of Manhattan - you get to go to Oxford! It's probably not the Oxford with which any of the dreamers are familiar, though. This one is a bit… different.

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The dreamers will find themselves in Jordan College, the oldest and grandest of all the colleges in this version of Oxford, a rambling structure that includes dining halls, libraries, classrooms, chapels, courtyards, a botanical garden, and an extensive network of cellars and tunnels beneath the ground. There are plenty of places to explore!

Sharp-eyed dreamers might notice some subtle architectural quirks. Doors look larger than they'd need to be for solely human use, and every staircase has a little ramp built in - not large enough for a wheelchair, but large enough for, say, a small, scampering animal.

And speaking of - the dreamers are a bit different here, too. Upon arrival, they will realize that they now possess dæmons: physical manifestations of their souls. Be gentle with them; they're undoubtedly confused by being suddenly made manifest. They come with all the side effects and complications inherent with dæmons. They can't travel more than a few yards from their person without it being painful for both parties… and it probably won't take the dreamers long to realize they shouldn't be touching one another's dæmons, what with the shared sensations and all. Still, it's a rare opportunity for the dreamers to chat with their own souls - and the souls of others.

What could possibly go wrong?



[Mod note: you know the drill. All players and characters are welcome, regardless of whether they're current members or not. Characters will remember or forget any and all dream events at players' discretion.]
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[personal profile] interndana 2014-03-29 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Dana stretches, and finds herself sitting in an overstuffed chair with well-worn upholstery. In front of her are bookshelves, tall and imposing. Immediately, she is filled with terror: this is a library. Dana wants to gasp, but she stifles the sound with a hand over her mouth and sinks down lower in the chair, trying to hide. Librarians can hear far better than humans can, though their vision is based on movement. If she stays quiet and still, she can survive.

"What is it?" someone whispers over her shoulder. It is a tiny voice, filled with fear, and Dana startles and almost falls out of the chair. She turns her head sharply, glaring at whoever is foolish enough to speak, and finds herself confronted with a small creature with huge brown eyes, clinging to the top of the chair. It is trembling, clearly just as afraid as Dana is, its ears swiveling around like antennae. "Did you hear something?" it says. He says.

Dana shakes her head. "Just you," she whispers back. "Who are you?" Dana knows, somehow, that this creature is a who and not a what.

"Teotimus," he says, his head turning with short sharp movements as he looks around the library. "I know you, you're...you're Dana." he climbs down the backrest of the chair, still trembling.

"I know you somehow," Dana replies, tilting her head. Teotimus looks at her, glances back around at the looming shelves, and then jumps the short distance onto Dana's shoulder. He weighs almost nothing, but Dana feels the impact like the drape of a heavy blanket. "Oh," she whispers, and brings a hand up to touch his soft gray fur. It comforts both of them, the feeling multiplied by their closeness. They sit perched in the chair, clinging to one another, and gradually the trembling subsides.

"I think," says Teotimus, climbing up onto her head, "I think this isn't a dangerous place." his tail drapes around Dana's neck, twitching as he looks around from the improved perspective. "I see light over there."

"There's no windows in the library," Dana murmurs. "The librarians would break them..." But then, of course, this isn't Night Vale. She remembers with a small frown; she is not home any more.

"There's windows," Teotimus affirms, peering over the chair. "And something else, look!" his whispering voice is full of excitement and curiosity. "It's beautiful."

Dana raises herself up, turning around to look over the back of the chair, and is astounded at the sight: A great creature with golden wings and a majestic feathery mane. There is also a man, and the beast rumbles a sound at him like thunder. Thunder that sounds the tiniest bit like Sumerian.

Teotimus clutches Dana's hair with his tiny, gecko-like hands, and they let out a single shriek.
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[personal profile] has_a_horn 2014-03-29 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
The dual shriek from the other side of the room draws Gabriel's attention and he drops his hand from his counterpart's beak as he looks in Dana's direction. The griffin gives him a nudge in the direction of the noise and Gabriel obliges, walking closer with the griffin padding along silently behind him.

"Hello? Someone there?"
interndana: (lock it up)

[personal profile] interndana 2014-03-30 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Two wide-eyed faces peek from behind the chair. Dana says nothing, staring at the man and the mythical, magical animal behind him. She cannot believe this is happening.

Teotimus cannot stay silent, clambering around on Dana's head, tail twitching in excitement. "Yes we're here!" he says, delighted. "Hello!" he waves one little hand.

Perhaps encouraged by his initiative, Dana clears her throat. "Is that-" she grins and feels the urge to laugh. "Is that a griffin?" She bites her lip; she can't help it--it's so unreal, this majestic sight, and she thought she learned in history classes that griffins went extinct eons ago, and something about the creature and the man it's accompanying seem so very full of light and mirth, and it's infectious.
has_a_horn: (sexy fuckin smirk)

[personal profile] has_a_horn 2014-03-31 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
"It is, yeah," Gabriel responds, feeling complimented by the pair's wonder. Gabriel makes his way around to her former hiding place and offers his hand in greeting. "I'm Gabriel. And this is-"

"Venia." the griffin supplies, it's head twisting down to get a better look at the bushbaby. "Who are you, little one?"

Gabriel tucks his head down, smiling at Venia's curiosity before he answers Dana's unspoken question. "Being a dream, I think there may be more leeway than usual for...more creative interpretations." Like griffins.