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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.]
antitimelord: (on my own terms)

[personal profile] antitimelord 2014-04-06 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Zagreus, for all he's worth, looks a bit set aback by this turn of events. Agency, of his own but not directly from him, it's too much for a moment. Plurality of self, claws and fangs and red-gold mind, savagery and warm little prey, suddenly it's all more than he wanted. These spirit beasts are vulnerabilities, they are exposures, this is the opposite of what he seeks in the Dreaming, at least for himself. Being on the same level as someone he would normally prey upon is deeply abhorrent, even if the snarling creature at his side is hardly defenseless.

"He is alive," he answers, and Zagreus has surely never done something so stupid-feeling as talk to a rabbit before. "Though I doubt he will be happy about it," and his contempt for the curled up wreck on the floor is more than evident.
johnny_truant: (desperate)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2014-04-06 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"You didn't answer the question," Nova says angrily, baring her overlarge front teeth. "You never answer questions."

Johnny's hearing this as if through water. He curls around her protectively, barely aware of himself but knowing nonetheless that he needs to keep her safe. Don't make him mad. Please, please, don't make him mad.

He can feel her seething, but she's cooling at his behest. She's trying to find something to use against him, as if such a thing exists. But Johnny's smarter than he gives himself credit for, and Nova taps into it easier than he ever would: "Is that a chimaera?" she says. "What do you suppose that says about you?"