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!]

Comments

[has_a_horn]

"They probably wouldn't like me very much, then." Yeah....probably best not to ask for clarification on that one, Andrew. The answer is going to be dirty and probably involve bodily fluids. "You never know, though, you could create a whole new blanket fort sect."

[bluesuit_handy]

"D'you build a lot of forts?" Look who doesn't follow sound advice given to him via narration! "I started a religion once," he muses. "It was a bit daft, really, we had people worshiping a friend of mine."

[has_a_horn]

"Not as many as I should." Look, he's getting innocence vibes here. He's not going to get super-dirty on him until he sees otherwise.

He raises his eyebrows at the news that he started a religion. "Was your friend a good god?"

[bluesuit_handy]

"He didn't much care for it," shrugs Handrew. Really, he's not that innocent -- but he'd certainly get flustered if Gabriel took it in that direction. "Anyway, it was only because you have to declare a religion to enter the Multihaven, and people didn't want to be left out when they heard there was a new church in town. Come to think of it...yeah, I had another friend who ended up being a god, too. It seems to happen."

[has_a_horn]

"I liked it until they started trying to offer me sacrifices." Yeeah, he's a god. Deal with it. "Not even good sacrifices. If they'd left baked goods and coffee I would have been on board."

[bluesuit_handy]

"Honestly, I think I'm with C'rizz -- I just don't see the appeal. D'you mind if I --?" Gabriel had better not mind, because Andrew's progressed from hand-holding to shifting around so he can lean up against his new buddy. "Frobisher kept trying to give his worshipers free will, but it never really caught on Probably didn't help that they were all a bunch of mental constructs. How'd you end up a god, then?"

[has_a_horn]

"Not at all." Oh, okay, more cuddling. He can roll with this. He lifts his arm up and set it along the arm of the couch so that Andrew can get in closer if he wants to.

Andrews question makes Gabriel pause before answering. "Fell in with the wrong crowd. Or the right one, depending on your point of view. The god-like powers didn't hurt, either." Is this vague enough? Yeah, he's going to keep it vague.

[bluesuit_handy]

"Good." And yes, he does want. Stranger? What stranger? They introduced themselves; of course it's fine to snuggle up right against him.

He's about to comment that that's always the way, but pauses, curious (and perhaps a bit belatedly cautious). "God-like powers? What powers would those be?"

[has_a_horn]

"Oh, the usual." He waves his free hand vaguely. "Teleportation, telepathy, access to chocolate around the clock, that sort of thing."

[bluesuit_handy]

"Where are you from?" asks Andrew, who has more tact than to ask what Gabriel is. "And can I get in on the chocolate?"

[has_a_horn]

"Earth." He shrugs, knowing that's not exactly the answer Andrew is looking for. "Probably not your Earth, but Earth."

And yes, he can get in on the chocolate. Here, it's not going to be real, but it'll still taste good. With a thought, a small plate of chocolate and marshmallow sandwiched between graham crackers appears in Gabriel's free hand. "S'more?"

[bluesuit_handy]

"Ahh, alternate universe," nods Andrew, accepting it. "Are there a lot of you there?"

He grins and immediately takes one of the treats and crams as much of it as he can fit into his mouth. "I don't think they count if they're cold," he says, though it's so muffled by his mouthful of sugar as to be unintelligible.

[has_a_horn]

As he tries to decide what 'a lot of you' means, he thinks the S'mores hot enough to melt, including the one that's already in Andrew's mouth.

"No, not a lot," he decides on eventually. "Mostly just regular humans."

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew gives a start...and then starts to laugh as he finishes chewing the mouthful. He turns the rest of the s'more over in his hands, examining it, as he swallows.

"Neat trick. Should I be worried about what you'll do next?"

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel smiles in response. "I'd probably be the wrong person to ask, but I doubt it."

[bluesuit_handy]

"Mmm." Somehow, Andrew's a little less comfortable with this now. It's one thing to chat about god-like powers, and another to have it demonstrated for him. Suddenly, he's remembering that he doesn't actually know Gabriel from Adam. "So what are you?" he asks, going the direct route now.

[has_a_horn]

Geeze, melt a guy's chocolate and he's ready to interrogate. That doesn't seem fair. "Not quite human and not quite a god." Aaand that's about the straightest answer anyone's gotten out of him so far. Congrats.

[bluesuit_handy]

Handrew snorts, knowing a non-answer when he hears one. It doesn't help Gabriel's case that Andrew has given similar answers, though not worded quite like that.

"I could sort of say the same," he observes before putting the rest of the s'more in his mouth.

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel raises an eyebrow back at him. "Care to expand on that? Alien, right?" Well, he's taking cues from what he knows from the Doctor. Andrew gives off...some of the same sort of vibes. Sort of. Okay, Not really. "...or something like that."

[bluesuit_handy]

"Something like that." Really, Gabriel, don't give him easy outs like that. It's hard for even the people Andrew knows and trusts to get him to talk about his origins. Or his feelings. Or himself at all, really, unless you count shouting matches with the Master. He takes another s'more, apparently unconcerned.

[has_a_horn]

"Heyyy there, s'more hogger, save some for the class." Gabriel picks up one for himself and shoves it wholly into his mouth. Once he's (mostly) chewed it up, he asks, "So what's a not quite human like you get up to?"

[bluesuit_handy]

Yeah, no, he's going to respond to that by taking another and jamming it in the mouth along with the other. James can hardly get him to eat regular meals, but take him to a party and put unhealthy snacks in front of him and he becomes a bottomless pit. He gives a little shrug, finding that it's taking him longer to finish chewing. When his mouth is clear, he makes a face and replies, "Flat-hunting, currently."