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

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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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Oh, it was also 100% the vampire's fault. And he's pretty sure it's at least a little bit the fault of every magical creature ever. That's part of the reason it's so unreasonable for the rebels to expect him to live like he has been, aside from the pittance they expect him to live on.

What about living in a shithole apartment with sparklepires for neighbors doesn't affect him on an emotional level?

"Dead now," he shrugs. "Charley killed it -- Charley was the one who brought it to my doorstep, actually. Didn't mean to. We killed the parent, too, later."

Granted, she has more sympathy for his hatred of non-humanoids now. She's just become so used to it herself.

"That's good," she answers with a nod. She has nothing against dead vampires. Also, she has slightly more respect for Peter, knowing he has fought vampires and lived - and not just by hiding.

"And if you really to tell me about your shitty time in foster care, I would listen," she adds with a smile. "And I could tell you what it's like to be married to the dictator of Earth, and then being in prison for a year and a half without a trial."

"That is good," he agrees. "One of the best things I've done." One could argue that surviving a vampire by hiding is perfectly respectable. It's so rarely effective, after all.

"That kind of explains a few things," comments Peter, skirting the issue of whether he wants to share about foster care. He's sort of done his best to forget that time in his life, really, even if the couple he was eventually placed with weren't that bad in and of themselves.

It's certainly fairly respectable at the age of 10. Not quite so impressive when it's in a panic room and various other people are getting murdered outside. But thankfully Lucy doesn't know that bit.

"Like my fashionable attire when we first met?" she asks. Or, you know, her rather unconventional way of dealing with people in general. Or having sex with him so quickly. Or any number of things, yeah.

Doesn't having the foresight to get a panic room installed count for anything? He's a survivor for a reason. A cowardly reason, sure, but the end result has been good apart from the self-loathing.

"That," he agrees, "and that you're insane." He says it without malice, for once, though apparently it doesn't occur to him to ask himself whether he should be saying that to her. It's only dream!Lucy, anyway.

"Yes, well, we all have our flaws," she agrees. Though honestly, she's impressively emotionally stable from what she's been through. Not that it's guaranteed to last. Peter's lucky she hasn't been crazier.

"Some of us more than others," notes Peter. He's being non-specific, at least; he didn't say her in particular. He kind of means himself as well.

She's not going to inquire further about who he means. She could think of a lot of flawed and/or crazy people. Instead she's going to reach over and grab her drink and take a sip from it, before going back to cuddling. Now they've seemed to be over the unusualness of the cuddling, it's a nice way to just be.

"You didn't ask me why I was in prison," she points out after a few moments. Just, you know, might be a good idea to inform Peter he's snuggling with someone who is technically serial killer (even if it was the same person she killed twice), sooner rather than later.

Peter blinks. "Why were you in prison?" he asks, having needed the prompt to think outside himself long enough to be aware that there's something odd about that. It sounded to him like just another item in the litany of woe, really; he didn't think about cause and effect when she said it.

"I murdered my husband," she answers, already worrying how Peter is going to feel about this. She's already covered how abusive he was, and that he was a murderer himself, so she doesn't try to justify it yet. "And then sixteen months later, they tried to resurrect him, but I stopped them. I thought the explosion would kill me, but instead I fell through the rift and landed in front of you." Just in case he was wondering why she was acting so strangely when they met.

Peter stiffens, his immediate reaction to wonder if it's so wise to cuddle up with an admitted murderer. Fortunately, the atmosphere of the dream has him relaxed enough to actually think about it instead of hurrying (or teleporting) away. Her husband -- she killed her husband, who was abusive alien scum and killed her brother. When he looks at it that way, it's a no-brainer. Their situations are not so different as that.

"Are you sure that counts as murder?" he asks. "I don't think it was murder when I killed the dread vampire Jerry."

Yeah, taking credit for that. Hey, it was his idea that got the vampire killed! He frowns, parsing out something else she said. "Who's 'they'?"

"His followers. Doesn't really matter. And I suppose technically you could count it as defending the Earth against alien invasion," she answers. "But trust me, it wasn't very heroic." Especially seeing as it was more or less an execution, than anything else. He'd been defeated and captured - there wasn't really any danger. Except the danger of him escaping. And his resurrection, well, that might have counted as a heroic sacrifice, if it wasn't for that she didn't really feel like she was sacrificing all that much. But Peter hasn't commented on her expecting to die.

"The real thing is never heroic," he shrugs. For how good it felt to know that Jerry was dead, it didn't undo anything. It didn't make him feel like a hero, that was for sure.

He gives a little snort, trying to lighten things. "Meeting me was better than dying, though, right?"

"Well, most things would be better than dying," she answers fairly. "But yeah, you've grown on me." She gives his stomach a little pat and smiles. She actually feels quite fond of him at this point. Certainly more than she's felt for anyone in a long time, but that's not really difficult to achieve.

"I can think of worse things," says Peter, ever the optimist. He makes a little bit of a face -- why the belly, Lucy? -- but when he stretches, he just settles in tighter against her.

Lucy has tried to commit suicide before - yes she too can think of worse things. And the belly mostly because she already has her arm around his waist, so it was just easiest to reach. And honestly, she could've probably easily fallen asleep right here, but it would probably be kind of paradoxical, sleeping in a dream.

"You know how weirdly I reacted when I saw you?" she asks suddenly. "Well, see, you look exactly like my husband's best friend slash nemesis. He's the one who left me to rot in prison."

Granted, he mostly did so by failing to remember her, or perhaps deciding it wasn't his job to decide what to do. But he was the one in charge of the world-rescuing, he should've had tot clean up after himself too.

"What?" Peter doesn't throw quite the right squeaky inflection on the word to sound like when the Doctor says it, but the reaction is there to be noted. "No," he says decisively. He won't have that. "I don't look like anyone but myself. You must've seen wrong."

Somehow. He's confused on another point, though. "Was he some muckity-muck in the legal system, then?"

Lucy snorts at the idea that she simply 'saw wrong'. He STILL looks like the Doctor to her, but she's gotten used to blocking them out, and familiar enough that she can easily tell them apart.

"No, he was another meddling immortal alien with too much power," she answers. And then after a moment, she adds "Yeah, there's an alien who looks like you. I'm sorry." At least she didn't say he was the one who looked like the Doctor.

Peter makes an annoyed sound. "That's all I need, a fucking doppelganger. And an alien doppelganger, isn't that just peachy."

Sulk mode: engaged. He still doesn't believe this alien really looks like him. Lucy's got an addled brain anyway.

She reaches over and grabs him another beer from somewhere, to mollify his annoyance. "Well, let's just hope he doesn't come tumbling through the rift, too," she answers, closing her eyes and snuggling against him. Of course, if they'd been paying a bit closer attention to their surroundings, maybe mingled a bit more, they would've discovered that had already happened. But that's overrated, right?

"A stake through the heart works on aliens, doesn't it?" asks Peter, accepting the bribe-beer. Alcoholic bribes are the best bribes. No one's told him about Andrew, since he hasn't been down to the base since Andrew arrived and he doesn't have anyone particularly interested in looking out for him who would know. He's going to be seriously annoyed when he finds out he has two doppelgangers.

"Well," Lucy answers slowly. "I'm not sure you should kill him." As much as she may hold a grudge against him, she doesn't think he'd deserve to die. "He saved the Earth, after all. It's just me he doesn't care about." Not to mention that a stake through the heart wouldn't work - they'd just regenerate. "Oh, and they've got two hearts." She points to each side of Peter's chest to illustrate.

"If you see your doppelganger, that's supposed to mean you're going to die soon," says Peter, about to explain that if one of them has to die, he'd rather it weren't him. He's not entirely serious, of course, but the idea of a double does make him uneasy -- historic accounts of vampires proved to be true, after all, so he's always wary that other tales of the supernatural will have something to them.

He blinks down at where she indicated on him. "Rest assured that I don't," he says. Then he adds thoughtfully, "Two stakes, then."

"I know," she answers - she can hear his single heart, after all. "And that won't kill them," she adds. "Actually, I have no idea how to kill them permanently. They can regenerate, they're over a thousand years old or something." Hey, better Peter hears about it from her, right? If it becomes an issue. "The Doctor - that's your double's name - won't harm you unless you hurt someone yourself. He's got a bit of a hero complex."

"Regenerate? So if you chop off their tails, they'll grow new ones?" Peter laughs at his own joke. He snorts at the description of this 'Doctor' person. "As long as he stays away from me, I don't care," he informs her.

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