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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[essentiallyharmless]

"Well, I mean, you could budget it so they money lasts longer and you don't run out so quickly, but who am I to argue against a nice dinner," she answers with amusement. "Or are you relying on me to continue bringing you booze and takeout at month's end?" She doesn't particularly mind. Not now that's she's started actually earning some money.

[fucking_ebay]

"Or they could give me enough to last," counters Peter. He grins. "My system's worked so far." Better, now that she's around to pay for things. It was a bit rough when he really had to rely on what he could bring in from his busking.

[essentiallyharmless]

"Yeah, cause of course they owe you that much, it's not like it's extremely charitable of them to even give us a place to live, even though we haven't given them anything in return," Lucy points out sarcastically, though she's smirking. And Lucy doesn't really want Peter to starve. He's skinny enough already.

[fucking_ebay]

"Yeah, in Roach City," snorts Peter. "This is not what I'm accustomed to." Not anymore, and never again. Except he's kind of getting used to it, and he hasn't done anything to get himself out of the rut in which he's been living since his arrival in New York.

[essentiallyharmless]

"You poor thing," Lucy answers, intentionally patronising. They've had this discussion before, really, but complaining about state of affairs is an okay pasttime. "Although I haven't actually seen any roaches."

[fucking_ebay]

"I had a penthouse on the strip," mourns Peter, getting into it. "And that doesn't mean they aren't there; just means you aren't quick enough."

[essentiallyharmless]

"I had an estate with a dozen bedrooms," Lucy joins in, though she's smiling too much to be all that sincere. "I mourn your loss deeply. As, I'm sure, do the cockroaches," she adds sympathetically, and moves her fingers up his chest, imitating cockroaches crawling over him.

[fucking_ebay]

He laughs, more amused by this than he would allow himself to be in waking life, and squirms ticklishly. "I had fans -- and they weren't the six-legged kind!"

[essentiallyharmless]

"Why Peter, are you ticklish?" she asks, her smile growing into a grin, as her fingers crawl their way to his side, poking at him.

[fucking_ebay]

"No--a-aah!" Peter really squirms this time, twisting and trying to reach over and tickle her side in return. "Are you?" he asks, trying not to giggle or twitch in the face of continued tickling, and failing.

[essentiallyharmless]

"Aha!" Lucy exclaims victoriously. Oh she's not completely lacking in ticklishness, and she squirms too, but Peter is quite obviously more ticklish than her. She pushes herself up and straddles him, mercilessly attacking his sides.

[fucking_ebay]

"No!" squawks Peter, who is not on board with this plan. He lifts his arms to her sides, flailing away at her with uncoordinated fingers, but soon he can't maintain enough concentration even for that as he arches his back and wriggles. He laughs breathlessly. "Don't!"

[essentiallyharmless]

She's not quite cruel enough to keep going indefinitely, partly because it's taking some effort to stay on top of him with the way he's wriggling. When she's got him incapacitated with the giggles, she eventually lets up.

Leaning with her hands on his chest, she just looks down at him. Laughing, breathless, flushed. She wishes she could see him like this more often.

[fucking_ebay]

Just when he's sure he can't take it anymore -- and when he's about ready to get serious in his efforts to push her off -- she lets up. He simply lays where he is for several long moments, breathing still uneven as he tries to catch his breath and get enough oxygen. "Don't," he says at last, finding that his hands have come to rest on her thighs, and that he can't quite wipe the last of the smile off his face. "Don't do that again."

[essentiallyharmless]

"Seems I have a secret weapon against you," she answers, grinning with just a hint of smugness. She just watches him for a few more moments, then finally adds, "Okay, it might be a sex dream." She leans forward and kisses him, though it bears more resemblance to her earlier kiss, rather than their usual, urgent ones.

[fucking_ebay]

"Won't work," snorts Peter, despite the fact that it just did. He grins at her change of heart -- that's more like it!

His hands slide up to grip her waist as he leans up into the kiss, trying at first to take and to make it quick and hard. It's hard to control things from this angle, though.

[essentiallyharmless]

Especially since Lucy isn't quite so easily controlled. She doesn't particularly want quick and hard at the moment - it's so comfortable and relaxed here, that she'd rather take it a bit easier. It's not like they're in a rush.

If they weren't already secluded from the rest of the party, they are now. Perhaps it's because it's a dream that everything feels very focused, and the surroundings seem to fall away as she reaches up to run her fingers through Peter's hair.

[fucking_ebay]

But what about what he wants? Peter makes his frustrated attempt to take control for a few moments longer before he settles in to do it her way, telling himself as he always does that he's just letting her take the lead this once.

At least, until he brings his knees up to plant his feet against a solid surface, takes firmer hold of her, and tries to roll her over.

[essentiallyharmless]

This time, Lucy lets him roll her over, without getting too worked up about it as she sometimes does when he manhandles her, even if he isn't particularly rough.

She does however push him away from kissing her, saying "Peter," to get his attention.

[fucking_ebay]

Much better. Peter slides his hands up under the hem of her shirt as he deepens the kiss -- only to be pushed away. With a grunt of annoyance, he pauses and gives her A Look. "What?"

[essentiallyharmless]

"Just..." she starts, unsure how to put it. "Try to keep in mind that the last person I was involved with was an abusive sadist and that I might freak out if I feel like I'm not in control," she says straightforwardly, because she wants to make sure he gets it. At the moment she still feels pretty good, but she doesn't want to push her luck and trigger some reaction.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter sighs, winces, and breaks eye contact. "I'm not like that," he mutters, perhaps to himself. He isn't, he tells himself. Not that it would take a lot to be better than Lucy's husband.

[essentiallyharmless]

"I know," she reassures him. Not that she really does, but it's not like he makes much of an effort to pretend he's better than he really is, which somehow makes him more trustworthy. He's got plenty of flaws, but he doesn't act like he owns her.

"But I'm still a bit fucked up from it, so it's hardly a rational response. And I think we'd both rather avoid having to deal with that." Bit of an understatement, there. And she seems to be starting to adopt Peter's foul mouth.

[fucking_ebay]

Sometimes Lucy reminds Peter of Ginger, with the way she won't let him take total control and the way she gives back everything he spits at her. Other times, like now, he's reminded how different she is.

"Mmhmm." He dips his head back down, kissing her again -- more slowly than he usually does this time, though it's almost as if he doesn't know what to do with a kiss that isn't full of fire and need.

[essentiallyharmless]

At least he's making an effort. That's enough to put Lucy at her ease again, to not freak out the moment Peter has the upper hand. And the surroundings are doing their work to make her relax. She reaches up into his hair and returns the kiss with more enthusiasm now, pulling up her leg and shifting to hike up her skirt a bit.