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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] hurry_waitforme 2014-03-30 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
He loses his balance but flails about, arms windmilling in the air, and somehow manages to stay upright thanks to this feat of slapstick. Bobby is immensely glad there's no one around to see this, although he supposes to an outside observer it would probably be hilarious.

"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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[personal profile] mr_fring 2014-03-30 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Quite all right," says Gus smoothly. His eyes travel from the man - Robert, apparently - to the strange bird.

"Not just us," murmurs Cosmia quietly, next to his ear.

"My name is Gus," he says to Robert. "Are you... okay?"