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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] fucking_ebay 2014-04-03 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh, bee. The goat takes the last step she can and stay on the wall, tugging Peter forward again like he's on an invisible string, but her attention turns to warily watching the insect. Peter tries to make it look like he just happens to be strolling in that direction, without much luck.

"Do I look like a fat-arse?" asks Peter, gesturing to himself. He eats perfectly well, thank you. Sugar and alcohol are among the basic food groups, are they not? "Anyway, I only have you to say my soul even has anything to do with --" he gestures at the goat "--that."
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[personal profile] rae_of_sun 2014-04-04 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Sunshine shrugs irritably. She only has so much patience for this ('this' meaning 'obnoxious strangers'). Not that she's been a model of civility, herself, but at least she tried to be nice - even did him a favor by stopping him from keeling over in sudden agony.

"Whatever." Technically, he only has two drunk socialites to say for it, but she doesn't foresee any good coming out of her sharing that tidbit, so she keeps it to herself. And she starts stepping back, a prelude to an exit. "Talk to her. You might be surprised." And that's about all the goodwill she has to spare, so she turns to leave, Modomnoc buzzing after her.
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[personal profile] fucking_ebay 2014-04-05 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Or I might not," Peter replies. He's not particularly interested in her staying, either. "Hey, goat," he says to the goat. "Get down here, we're going."

"My name is Cascia," the goat says with acid in her voice. "And you can come here."

Both of them seem more interested in each other at this point, really, so it won't be any trouble for Sunshine to make her exit.