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

[applesaucemod]

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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[brink]

"Not sure, I don't think anything's been displaced before," he answers thoughtfully, completely unwitting to anything she might be planning.

[wildmage_daine]

They'd... get... squashed! Daine pounces, tackling Topher into his blanket pile.

[brink]

Topher lets out a yelp of surprise as she flies at him, and instinctually phases into incorporeal form, so instead of Daine actually hitting him, she flies right through. He's just a little bit too squeamish, and it's not the first time he's been attacked in dream form, so he knows how to avoid it, even if he didn't really mean it or have time to think it through this time.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine certainly wasn't expecting that, and her landing isn't exactly dignified. She hits a blanket instead of Topher and slides across the floor, scrambling to turn herself around and see where Topher's gone. When she sees that he's still sitting where she left him, she pads back over, astonished. That was interesting! Sitting down beside him, she adds, Did I frighten you? I'm sorry.

[brink]

Topher turns to look at her after she lands, and is relieved that she doesn't seem too unruffled by it. And yeah, when he's attacked by WILD FLYING LEOPARD, he gets a little skittish, even if it's a friendly one.

He smiles a bit when she apologises, though. "It's alright," he answers, calming himself down. "I just don't do well with surprises."

[wildmage_daine]

Not being able to pounce on him is a little bit disappointing, but she doesn't want to scare him. Sorry, she repeats, gently butting the top of her head against his shoulder. I'll try not to surprise you again.

[brink]

She could probably pounce him if he were a little bit more prepared. But yeah, four months of being able to do this? He's developed some instincts and reflexes he didn't usually have.

He smiles and reaches out to scratch her neck. The pouncing has distracted him from what they were talking about. "Well, if you met me in real life, I'm pretty sure I couldn't just make myself nonphysical."

[wildmage_daine]

She's a little surprised at that, until she remembers that she can do things here that she can't do in real life--like talk to folk when she's in an animal shape. Pity, she says, resting her chin on his shoulder, it could come in handy.

[brink]

"It could," he agrees, still petting her. "Though I try to avoid putting myself in situations where physical harm is a possible outcome." And thank goodness he's got security and bodyguards readily available.

[wildmage_daine]

I don't, Daine says frankly as she shifts a bit closer and wraps a paw around his arm. But I used to have my bow, at least. Not that her bow is missing, it just sits in her room because carrying it around will panic folk. She keeps a knife in her boot, instead.

[brink]

"You know, a bow isn't really that much use in New York," he points out. Less about the panic (which people might if she went around with it drawn, but otherwise probably not - it's New York, no one gives a shit), but about the practicality.

[wildmage_daine]

I know, Daine replies, disappointment evident in her tone--and in the way she dramatically flops into Topher's lap. She really likes her bow, too. There's a sort of training yard in the base, so at least it's not gathering dust, but she misses having it with her all the time.

If bows were more useful, you could have one, Daine says as she bats at his chin. Then you wouldn't have to be so afraid of getting hurt.

[brink]

"Oh, I have access to all sorts of weapons, if I really wanted to use one," he answers. Not that he thinks they'd entrust him with anything too crazy. "But I generally go the defensive route, rather than the offensive." Partly because he prefers not to harm anyone in the first place.

[wildmage_daine]

Like guns, Daine guesses, disapproving. She doesn't like guns; they make it far too easy to do far too much damage, as far as she's concerned. She relaxes when he mentions being defensive, though, and pats his cheek with her paw. Good. Being defensive is smart.