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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.]
bluesuit_handy: (.interested | gargle)

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2014-04-10 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
By ridiculous surely she means glorious. They weren't just any breasts; he remembers having a really good pair. "I only do the wrong things," he informs her sagely, only for Farranfore to give him a pointed (literally pointed) prod with her cold, wet nose.

"He meant do we act like a girl," she says, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, yes." Andrew flaps his hand at her, 'accidentally' bopping Farranfore on the nose in the process. "Really, humans have got such a lot of nonsense built up around what gender means, don't you think? It's so hard to keep track of what's womanly this century and manly the next."

It shouldn't be that hard given that he's been living in the same time period for several years now, but it's difficult enough for Andrew to follow the rules of how he's supposed to act human without worrying over whether he's acting enough like a man. Probably he mostly is anyhow.

"Where did you go after you left?" he asks, turning the conversation to a topic of more interest to him with all the grace and subtlety of a thrown turnip. "How long has it been for you?"
adventuressing: (uhhh)

[personal profile] adventuressing 2014-04-17 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Charley's actually quite keen to pursue the subject-- it's not something she's thought a great deal about in the past, barring her childhood frustrations with everything that being a lady entailed, but now that she is, it seems an immensely interesting one. But Andrew, it would seem, is not keen at all on any amount of pursuing. The subject-change is immensely obvious.

Unfortunately, the change is to something Charley would really rather not talk about, and Horatio does an awkward little shuffle, lifting all his feathers in a way that makes him look briefly like a little puffball.

Charley offers a crooked little half-smile. 'I got stranded. In the year 500,002. I'd sort of changed my mind about wanting to leave, you see, but then, well. I've been... travelling, since then. I'm not sure how long it's been exactly. A few years.'
bluesuit_handy: (.sad | unexpected)

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2014-04-18 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Hi, Horatio, Farranfore can fix that fluff for you. She starts licking him again in earnest, and Andrew doesn't catch what she's doing and give her a thwap on the butt with an open palm until she's already got a couple licks in. She pauses, gives him the stink-eye, and turns to start again, though now Horatio will have had the chance to escape. She, at least, seems to get that Charley and Horatio need comforting while on this subject, though her version of comfort is more than a bit awkward and messy.

"You said not to look for you," says Andrew sadly. "If I'd known -- if I'd ever thought for a minute you'd want to come back --"

She's probably heard this from the Doctor already, he thinks.
adventuressing: (oh you)

[personal profile] adventuressing 2014-04-19 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
'Oh, don't let's get hung up on that, please,' she interjects hastily, and not a little regretfully. She does seem to have a talent for unintentionally causing the Doctor distress. 'I know you-- he'd-- have come for me if you'd known.'

As it was, she'd thought he was dead and he'd thought she never wanted to see him again; misunderstandings on that level might have been made a Shakespearean comedy out of if they hadn't been so tragic. Under Farranfore's attentions, Horatio fluffs himself a little once more in a show of fussiness at the attention, but he doesn't move. That probably says more than Charley would like about her state of mind at the moment.

It isn't even just that she needs closure about the Doctor, it's fond contact of any sort. Charley's always tended towards the affectionate, but, short of her recent reunion with the Doctor, the past... however long of her life has been woefully lacking in that respect. And directed at Horatio, it somehow feels... deeper, more immediate. Charley can't exactly define it, but then, she can't exactly define what the little falcon even is.

'Look, what about you? I can't go on treating you like you're the Doctor minus a few bits; what do you, I don't know, do with yourself?'
bluesuit_handy: (.frustrated | rubbing eyes)

[personal profile] bluesuit_handy 2014-04-20 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Andrew sighs and leans back, though Farranfore keeps on with ministrations minus a few pauses to spit up feathers. It's almost motherly, really, and Andrew finds himself staring a bit too intently at their animal-projections. Tearing his gaze away, he sniffs to himself and rubs his eyes.

"It's been a few years," he replies after a short but decidedly awkward silence. "Since I -- you know. Split off. I lived on Earth a while. Alternate Earth, not your Earth. I ran into an android duplicate of my old self, ages before the me that first met you, and we took up together. One thing led to another, his programming got altered and he developed his own personality, and now we're, ah. Together."

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "His name is James. You should come meet him, now that you're here."
adventuressing: (warmth)

[personal profile] adventuressing 2014-04-20 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Charley blinks, torn between several reactions to this bit of news. Blessedly, jealousy is not among them-- that would have been awkward, not to mention presumptive, with this man who isn't really the Doctor at all. The predominant ones are amusement, confusion, and surprise, and after a moment of further blinking, she errs on the side of amusement, bubbling into a laugh.

'Oh, goodness me,' she presses a hand to her mouth, trying to stifle the laughter lest she offend. 'If I ever catch myself thinking my life is complicated...'

Sometimes perspective can be a welcome thing. Charley smiles over at him, hoping to paper over the awkwardness. 'I'm sure I'd love to meet him.' Though, and her brow furrows for a moment before smoothing out into what she hopes is suitably bland inquisitiveness. 'Er, which old self? Just out of curiosity.'

She'll still gladly meet him, whatever the answer, but she'd like to know if she needs to prepare herself not to have a reaction.