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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.]
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"I am Cosmia," says Cosmia softly, peering at Cecil and Mehitabel with her peculiar eyes. "It's good to see you again, Cecil."
Gus glances at her. "What do you mean again?"
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Now that the stairs are over with, he conscientiously sets Mehitabel down gently so she can do whatever exploring she wants.
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"What else did you suppose I was?" asks Cosmia.
"I don't know," Gus admits. "I suppose I wasn't thinking in such... specific terms." It makes sense, sort of, if he stops to think about it. But he very intentionally hasn't been doing that. It makes the world difficult to cope with.
He watches as Cecil sets Mehitabel down, wondering is Cosmia would like to explore as well. She acquieses silently, and he sets her down delicately beside Cecil's ... soul.
Odd.
Cosmia approaches Mehitabel curiously but cautiously, wanting to allow her to make the first move.
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Mehitabel seems a little nearsighted, incongruously for her metaphysical status but perfectly in line with her seeming species, and gets fearlessly close to what would likely be a natural predator, were it a real animal. Of course, since intersoulular violence is inappropriate, nothing the least bit untoward occurs, and Mehitabel brushes the lizard curiously with her whiplike tail, which despite its strange, perhaps threatening appearance, is a harmless sensory organ. What a great metaphor for something that would be.
"But hey, now you know. Though, much like everything else, this is proooobably temporary, sad to say."
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He feels a curious sensation with Mehitable brushes her tail against Cosmia, not unpleasant, casual even, like touching someone's hand. He hesitates, then crouches down to examine them closer. Cecil has a greater interest in these manifestations than he does, but he's happy to follow Cecil's line of interest.
"I wonder how these forms were decided," he murmurs.