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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 was thinking outdoors. The courtyard and quad looks so cheery from here, and it's not as if I have much of a chance to spend outdoors... normally," he adds, wondering if perhaps this isn't a dream, he should be following first contact rules and possibly shouldn't have been talking about space so much. Too late now, anyhow, and Gus hasn't seemed overly bothered. Then again, Gus seems to have a calm demeanor in general. "As amazing as this old library is, and truly I could spend eons reading all these volumes, I think some fresh air might do me some good. If I can find my way out." Agamede picks a direction and begins to trot forward in what Julian hopes is towards a door.
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"Manhattan... New York?" he asks, realizing that it sound ridiculous as soon as it comes out of his mouth. There aren't really that many other Manhattans he can think of, at least that Gus would be asking about. While Julian was never really a very good student of history, he figures that at best Gus is from another time of Earth than he is, possibly 20-22nd century. They all blended together, really, he was awful at history... "No, I'm afraid I haven't been there, at least not recently. I visited once, as a student. Arrived as did the rest of whom?" he adds as an afterthought, curiously.
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Or could there be some other explanation - that he doesn't remember, or that he hasn't arrived yet?
"Everyone I've encountered in these dreams has been from Manhattan," he says blandly, deciding to avoid mentioning the Rift just now. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to assume."
The man obviously doesn't sound like a New Yorker, with his sharp English accent, and he seems almost like he doesn't reside on Earth at all. Gus isn't sure how many questions he should bother asking, and so he doesn't say any more just yet.
"Ah," says Cosmia after a moment. "Looks like we've found an exit."
Somehow didn't get a notification on this, sorry!
Agamede runs forward a bit when Cosmia speaks, and a flash of something flits across Julian's face. It isn't pain, exactly, almost a realization. She hasn't gone far from him yet, but after a few more feet of scampering towards the exit, he puts a hand to his chest and says, "Wait, Agamede. Would be nice if there was a rulebook on all this," he mumbles softly. The feeling is unexplainable at the moment, but not something he feels like experimenting with again. Are dreams supposed to be painful? Julian pushes open the door, letting in a stream of outside air, smelling of grass recently cut.
"After you," he says to Gus, as he scoops Agamede back up in his arms.
no worries, it happens! :)
He steps out onto the lawn and offers a hand to Julian's elbow, a casual, courteous gesture.
Re: no worries, it happens! :)
He let's Gus help him by the elbow, though the feeling has all but faded except the memory of it. There's nothing so bad about a handsome man showing you kindness, after all, right? "Thank you, Gus. Ah! This is much better," he adds, taking a deep breath and looking up at the trees, clearly either the end of spring or beginning of summer, he'd judge. Warm, green... it feels more real than any dream he has ever experienced. "Wherever we are, it is quite lovely."
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"You said you were a Doctor?" he asks. "What sort, if I may ask?"
Gus always likes to know what sort of scientist he's working with. Julian might prove useful to him, if he does in fact come through the Rift.
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"Perhaps not very interesting, I'm afraid. I wanted to be a tennis player when I was young, that would have made for good conversation, though I certainly love medicine now. What about you? What do you do in your real world? Manhattan?"
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He anticipates Julian's reciprocal question without having prepared an answer. His real world is certainly not Manhattan, but he has no plans to divulge anything about his life in New Mexico.
"To be honest, I haven't been in Manhattan very long," he says. "I've always been a businessman, of different kinds. I'm at a bit of a crossroads right now."
this stuff makes me late for work, but do I really care...?
"Starting over in a new place is always difficult, at least in my own experience, though worth the risk sometimes," Julian allows with a nod. "But hopefully in a place like Manhattan, you will opportunities soon. You strike me as an extremely intelligent and capable person. I'd wish you the best of luck, though I'm not sure if wishing someone luck from a dreamscape will do much at the moment." He's not sure Gus seems like the type of man who really believes much in luck, but one can be wrong about such things.