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

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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Daine squirms a bit so she can brace her forepaws against Andrew's arm. Turret? How did you manage that?

"Engineering," Andrew informs her primly. "And science. You can't climb on it, though, it's made of pillows."

He pulls her over to a corner, where there's a little hole leading into a round space -- a turret!

Daine doesn't want to wreck the turret, but she does want to get a closer look at it. She shifts into starling shape so she can flit up onto the pillows without knocking things over. Very nice, she says, hopping along the ledge.

Andrew startles, but pokes his head in after her to watch and see how she's enjoying it. Now he's jealous -- he can't go up and climb around up there. He can, however, crawl through into the turret and stand up, so long as he stands up straight and doesn't put his arms out. When he does, the top ledge of the turret is just below the level of his eyes.

"I was thinking we ought to have a blanket castle," he muses.

That's a marvelous idea! Daine misses castles. Even one made out of blankets and pillows would be better than nothing. Can I help?

"...Can you grow a pair of hands?" Andrew grins at her. Of course she can; he's just being difficult.

Daine eyes the interior of the turret, trying to judge whether she has enough space to shift back without bowling Andrew over or wrecking the turret. She thinks so, especially given her current lack of concern over things like 'personal space.' She flaps off of the ledge and shifts back into her human shape (conveniently clothed because hey, dreamscape)... and ends up crashing into Andrew, anyway. At least if they go tumbling, it'll be back into the fort and not into the carefully constructed turret walls.

"Ta-daaaa!" she sings triumphantly.

And down they go, because Andrew is pants at things like keeping his balance. They widen the hole leading from the turret to the rest of the fort a bit, but the structure remains standing.

"...I'm glad you didn't just grow hands on your wings," notes Andrew belatedly from where he lays smooshed under Daine.

Daine wrinkles her nose, in no particular hurry to get up, and rests her chin on Andrew's chest. "Why would I do that? They'd be awfully hard to use that way."

"A more literal-minded person might have interpreted my request that way," replies Andrew, lifting his eyebrows at her.

"Well, I did grow hands, see?" She raises one and twiddles her fingers at him before climbing to her feet and offering Andrew a hand up. "Let's build a castle!"

"Exactly as intended." Andrew takes the hand up, popping to his feet like some sort of inflatable doll. He licks his teeth, looking around at the walls of the fort. "We can expand it out that back wall," he says, pointing. "And do more turrets at the corners."

"And a flag," Daine says with a decisive nod. "You need a flag to show whose castle it is."

"Hmm." The closest thing Handrew can think of to a flag from his homeland is a banner with the Seal of Rassilon. He's not about to put Rssilon's mark on a perfectly nice blanket castle. "Any ideas on what we can use?"

"Maybe there's a smaller blanket in here somewhere." Daine starts rummaging through the nearest pile of blankets until her fingers find something a bit smoother than fleece. She tugs on it, only a little bit surprised when she realizes it's an actual flag. She smoothes it out on the floor, frowning a little as she takes in the silver crown and blade on a royal blue field. "Huh. Tortall."

"Tortall?" Andrew peers over her shoulder at the...wow, she seriously found a flag. Go Daine! "Is that where you're from?" he asks, curious.

"Yes," she says, still smoothing her hand over the material absently. "Well, I was born in Galla, but Tortall's where I was before the rift."

"Close enough," decides Andrew. "Care to represent the homeland? We can put it over the door."

"All right." She stands up, flag in hand. "How will we hang it? Should we tuck the corners between the cushions to keep it in place?"

Andrew nods. "That should hold it. Maybe we can find some clothespins somewhere around here...."

Ask and ye shall receive -- he spots a couple of them lurking under a nearby afghan, and trots over to retrieve them.

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

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