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applesaucedream2014-03-28 03:03 pm
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Entry tags:
- character: daine sarrasri,
- character: gabriel,
- character: johnny truant,
- character: peeta mellark,
- character: spike,
- character: sunshine,
- dropped: aglet bottlerack,
- dropped: aiden,
- dropped: alianne,
- dropped: almondine,
- dropped: andrew noble,
- dropped: charley pollard,
- dropped: dana cardinal,
- dropped: edgar sawtelle,
- dropped: gus fring,
- dropped: jennifer strange,
- dropped: jodie holmes,
- dropped: julian bashir,
- dropped: sandalia de rabiffano,
- dropped: the tardis,
- dropped: zagreus,
- party post,
- retired: peter vincent,
- retired: yuri kostoglodov
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.
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.]
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.]
Re: (i'm sorry I wrote a small book)
Come to think of it, was he with anyone last night? Jeez, was he drinking alone? How the hell did he end up here?
He gets up, and hears a skittering sort of sound in addition to the creaking of the wooden chair. The scrape of little clawed feet on the carpet.
"What the hell," he mumbles, and starts to look under the chair when a bird flutters out from under it and onto a brass candleholder.
Bobby stares at it. "What." He is living in the setup for the world's stupidest joke.
The bird stares back, light from a high window glistening off its reddish, vibrantly-spotted feathers. It's larger than a pigeon, definitely, and much cleaner looking, with a black and red head and a patch of blue on its neck. It blinks its beady eyes at him.
"The hell are you," he asks snidely, ignoring for the moment he's talking to a bird. "Some sort of chicken?"
"No," the bird says coldly, and puffs up its feathers. In seconds there are a pair of...little horns sticking out of its head, and the bright patch on its neck has grown into a terrifying electric blue...
vulvathing.Which is about when Bobby yelps and staggers backwards and knocks over the wooden screen that separates the sanctuary from the rest of the space.
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Gus glances at Cosmia, who now seems to be mimicking his expression as well as his shirt color, her lizard features somehow perfectly droll. At her tacit agreement he inches a little closer.
Not just a man, he sees, but a bird, too. One of the most ridiculous birds he's ever seen in his life. Not high on his list of un-ridiculous men, either.
He doesn't say anything, just stands there, watching.
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"Robert, you look ridiculous." The bird doesn't have an expression per se, but it's clear from its tone that it's judging him.
He catches his breath, glaring right back at the demon pheasant. "Okay you're one to talk, fella."
"My name is Artio," the bird corrects him with a huff, puffing up its feathers but, mercifully, putting its neck-wattle away so that it looks more of less like a normal fat bird. "And they probably think you look ridiculous too."
"Wh-" he begins to ask, but the bird jerks its head off to the side, behind him, and he turns to see a man standing in the chapel. There's something on his shoulder, some tiny creature, and they both have the most dubious expressions Bobby has ever seen.
"Oh," he says, mortified. "Oh uh. Sorry about the noise."
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"Not just us," murmurs Cosmia quietly, next to his ear.
"My name is Gus," he says to Robert. "Are you... okay?"