I'll See You in My Dreams [WIDE-OPEN PARTY THREAD]

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Sometimes the rift only gives the denizens of Manhattan strange dreams. Sometimes, two people will find themselves together in the Dreaming. And other times? Other times, the Dreaming takes hold of dozens of people at once, throwing them all together into one shared mental space while they sleep.

Tonight is one of those nights -- what's more, the rift has outdone itself this time, telepathic tendrils reaching out through the rift into other universes to pull in even those who haven't been physically transported to this world...yet. You might meet a stranger from another world, or you might run into your next-door neighbor. You might notice right away that this isn't the waking world and that you are not alone, or you may drift through blissfully unaware that anything is out of the ordinary. You might not even remember this in the morning at all.

And that's probably going to be fortunate for at least a few people, because what you will notice is the overwhelming desire to get cozy with someone. It's chilly in this big house where you've found yourself, but luckily for you, there are beds, beanbags, and blankets galore, all of them just perfect for getting cuddly with your new friends. Consider yourself lucky that dream-world cameras can't upload photos to the real-world internet.


[It's a Dreaming party, and everyone is welcome! Tag a friend, tag a stranger, whatever! Everyone who's been pulled in will be feeling unusually friendly and cuddly, so get a-snuggling. Some characters (particularly those with strong telepathic defenses) may not be as strongly affected as others; the extent of the Dreaming's effect on each character is up to the mun's discretion.

Also, when we say everyone, we mean everyone. Non-members are welcome to tag into this post, so feel free to voice-test new characters here, and to invite friends who aren't in the game to come do some meeting and greeting. If you've come upon this post and aren't a member of this game, you are welcome to tag into this post.

For those who are familiar with the brbG parties, this is basically like that. Post a tag with your character's arrival and await replies. Time is bendy in here, so each character can have multiple replies/threads. Have fun!]

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[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew knows not to trust the Doctor's casual tone, but Andrew still snorts at 'linear.' "Don't I know it," he chuckles ruefully. "Could be worse -- we could have landed in Kansas."

He looks up and shrugs. "It could be a courtyard."

[alwaysalright]

The Doctor gives a big shudder at the idea of Kansas. At least NYC's filled with distractions. And the rift has brought up a fair few intersting things.

"Works for me," he answers, adimiring their courtyard, and stuffs in a few last pillows to fix the wall. He then arranges a few pillows that used to make up the ceiling into a nice, comfy chair.

[bluesuit_handy]

It doesn't seem bigger on the inside anymore, though. Maybe it's because they actually had to think about how it goes together and how it works. Andrew flops down into the chair, not pausing to question whether maybe the Doctor wants to sit down.

"Did you meet the warring factions?" he asks curiously. "I've only had a chance to talk to the rebels."

[alwaysalright]

"Yeah, but they don't seem to be warring so much that it currently concerns me," he answers. "Rift first."

"And hey!" the Doctor answers and throws a pillow at Andrew's face. "Make your own chair." And then he shoves Andrew off it. Fortunately, Andrew's really only shoved onto more, not quite as high pillows.

[bluesuit_handy]

"Might be useful to see --" Andrew's commentary is cut off with a squawk as the pillow hits him. He doesn't recover fast enough from the attack to resist getting shoved off the chair (not that he could do much anyway), and goes sprawling on the squishy floor. He's up on his hands and knees a moment later, aiming to get right back on. "Consider it payback!"

[alwaysalright]

"This was my payback," he answers, ready to defend his position on the chair. They are two completely mature, responsible persons, totally.

[bluesuit_handy]

"You knocked down my fort!" protests Andrew, planting his hands on the Doctor's shoulder and side and giving him a good, hard push.

[alwaysalright]

"I helped you rebuild it!" the Doctor protests just as firmly. He's got his feet planted firmly to resist getting shoved off.

[bluesuit_handy]

"You pinned me down!" retorts Andrew, giving up on that approach and going to grab the Doctor's feet and drag him off instead.

[alwaysalright]

"You wouldn't answer-- HEY!" The Doctor starts flailing, trying to avoid his feet being grabbed. He's probably going to end up kicking Andrew in the face this way - though he tries to avoid it.

[bluesuit_handy]

"I told you --"

Andrew is cut off when the Doctor does indeed kick him in the face. He falls on his rear, looking rather stunned.

[alwaysalright]

The Doctor stops flailing and sits up, looking at Andrew worriedly. "You okay?" Whoops?

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew lifts his hand to his upper lip, checking for a nosebleed, and makes a few faces to test out what hurts. It doesn't hurt -- didn't even really hurt when it happened. He looks up at the Doctor with a hurt expression...which transforms into an evil grin as he launches himself at the Time Lord, back to trying to knock him loose.

[alwaysalright]

He doesn't LOOK hurt -- and he obviously isn't. The Doctor doesn't have time to prepare himself, though, so when Andrew jumps at him, they both go flying... and rolling straight into a supporting pillar, making the entire wall come down on them.

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew wasn't expecting that to actually work...or at least, not so well. The Doctor's been so immovable thus far that it's a terrible surprise to go rolling with him. Then there's suddenly weight and stifling dark pressing down on him, and Andrew lets out a cry of dismay as he realizes what's happened.

[alwaysalright]

Well, the Doctor had shifted out of his secure position to look at Andrew, and thus placed himself much more precariously. Which he's now paid for.

When stuff has finished falling on them and gone quiet (except for Andrew's wail), the Doctor says "That one was YOUR fault!"

[bluesuit_handy]

"It was not!" The denial is more automatic than it is based on reasoned opinion. Andrew gingerly shifts, trying to crawl out from under, and feels the materials shift on top of him. He stops, not knowing how bad it is or how much worse he's making it.

[alwaysalright]

The Doctor lets out a rather undignified squawk. "Don't. Do that," he says tersely. They are, after all, still lying pretty twined together underneath all the debris, and that shifting was definitely invading his personal space.

[bluesuit_handy]

"Don't do what? We have to get out somehow." But he doesn't move to do it. In fact, as he very deliberately does not move, he becomes more aware of how entwined they are.

[alwaysalright]

"Hold on. Just... Jeez, you're bony," he comments as he starts carefully trying to extricate himself without affecting any sensitive areas or twisting either of them in ways they shouldn't be twisted. He's never had to be in this close contact with himself. He's starting to see what Donna means.

[bluesuit_handy]

"Look who's talking!" objects Andrew, sensing an opportunity to pull an arm free and doing so despite the discomfort it probably causes the other man. "It's like I've had a bag of doorknobs dropped on me!"

[alwaysalright]

The Doctor grunts when Andrew pulls his arm free, but hey, slightly less tangled at least. "You're the one who dropped on me," he points out, slowly working himself free. He squirms some more, mindful of the shifting above him, until finally he sees daylight (or light, at least) again. "Aha!"

[bluesuit_handy]

"Aha?" Andrew finds himself somewhat cocooned, his other arm trapped against his side. He squirms, catching sight of the light through the gap the Doctor has created. "How bad is it?"

[alwaysalright]

The Doctor pushes himself up and out a bit, then goes quiet. "...It's bad," he answers after a few moments. There's really only one wall left standing. Shame.

He pushes himself out a bit further, managing to free himself, then starts working to uncover Andrew. He's less careful now, given the fact the fort is beyond saving.

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew groans and rolls over, ignoring how it worsens his entanglement. "It's gone, isn't it? I told you, you ruin everything."

Beware the Oncoming Sulk.