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Entry tags:
- character: daine sarrasri,
- character: gabriel,
- character: johnny truant,
- character: peeta mellark,
- character: spike,
- character: sunshine,
- dropped: aglet bottlerack,
- dropped: aiden,
- dropped: almondine,
- dropped: andrew noble,
- dropped: cecil palmer,
- dropped: croach the tracker,
- dropped: edgar sawtelle,
- dropped: gus fring,
- dropped: jennifer strange,
- dropped: jodie holmes,
- dropped: lucy saxon,
- dropped: seth,
- dropped: the doctor (10),
- dropped: the tardis,
- dropped: topher brink,
- dropped: zagreus,
- party post,
- retired: peter vincent,
- retired: yuri kostoglodov
Hijacked dream party
Tonight's dream party is, unconventionally enough, not organised by the rift, but by Topher!
Thing is, he was sort of supposed to only pull in a few very specific, targeted people, and all of a sudden, this whole lot comes pouring in. See, he's working with someone with the power of ability amplification, making Topher's dream abilities obscenely powerful for tonight, and he's not quite used to it.
The dreamers will find themselves in an old mansion at nighttime. Lots and lots of rooms; several bedrooms and bathrooms of various sizes, studies, library, sitting rooms, kitchen, dining rooms, games/billiards room, even secret passageways... There's a fire roaring in every grate, everything is warmly lit, with lots of dark corners to sneak off to, comfortable couches, plenty of drinks tables. There's also a pervasive feeling that you're safe, that you can relax. That whispered secrets in the dark will be kept. And everyone will feel much less compelled to judge or mock upon hearing those secrets. A night for confessions. All of a sudden, it's hard to resist opening up...
Of course, the dreamers don't know there's someone listening in, seeing everything that goes on, sometimes even manipulating things to go the way he wants. Certain people with psychic/telepathic/dream abilities may eventually cotton on, though. But it'll take a while. But the secrets you tell in the meantime may not remain secrets for that long. Especially if those secrets are useful to certain other important players in the city, quite apart from the two factions our rifties have become familiar with.
[Mod note: Usual dream party rules apply. All players and characters are welcome, current members or no. Characters will remember or forget all dream events at players' discretion. Bear in mind that any events or information shared in this dream will be available to Topher, and, by extension, probably his bosses, such as Beatrice.]
Thing is, he was sort of supposed to only pull in a few very specific, targeted people, and all of a sudden, this whole lot comes pouring in. See, he's working with someone with the power of ability amplification, making Topher's dream abilities obscenely powerful for tonight, and he's not quite used to it.
The dreamers will find themselves in an old mansion at nighttime. Lots and lots of rooms; several bedrooms and bathrooms of various sizes, studies, library, sitting rooms, kitchen, dining rooms, games/billiards room, even secret passageways... There's a fire roaring in every grate, everything is warmly lit, with lots of dark corners to sneak off to, comfortable couches, plenty of drinks tables. There's also a pervasive feeling that you're safe, that you can relax. That whispered secrets in the dark will be kept. And everyone will feel much less compelled to judge or mock upon hearing those secrets. A night for confessions. All of a sudden, it's hard to resist opening up...
Of course, the dreamers don't know there's someone listening in, seeing everything that goes on, sometimes even manipulating things to go the way he wants. Certain people with psychic/telepathic/dream abilities may eventually cotton on, though. But it'll take a while. But the secrets you tell in the meantime may not remain secrets for that long. Especially if those secrets are useful to certain other important players in the city, quite apart from the two factions our rifties have become familiar with.
[Mod note: Usual dream party rules apply. All players and characters are welcome, current members or no. Characters will remember or forget all dream events at players' discretion. Bear in mind that any events or information shared in this dream will be available to Topher, and, by extension, probably his bosses, such as Beatrice.]
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Now, under normal circumstances, she wouldn't presume to take it upon herself to rectify the situation, but she has a feeling that no one is going to mind if she helps herself to the gleaming kitchen and its well-stocked supplies cupboards. So here she is, churning out trays of Killer Zebras, Bitter Chocolate Death, Buttermost Limit and other sundries. In twenty minutes or so, she'll probably be ready to start surreptitiously shuffling things out to the snack tables, but for now, the kitchen smells amazing.
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Warm light spills into the hallway, brighter by far than that cast by the wall sconces lining the way, and he steps into the distorted rectangle glow, curious and unusually content.
He's pleased to spot a familiar face, and a grin spreads across his face as he thinks back to his first meeting with Sunshine. "This feels familiar."
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Enough about that, COOKIES. Fuuudge. He's gonna snatch up one of those and bite into it. "Mmmm, these are delicious!" he comments enthusiastically.
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So, keeping her voice mild, she says, "Let me know when you're done with that honey."
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Despite the itching in his palms, Edgar puts thoughts of books aside (at least for a moment) and does the polite thing. Carefully approaching the tabby - which seems entirely unconcerned by his presence - he kneels on the rug beside it and signs, /Hello./
Then he holds out a hand for the cat to sniff, should it be so inclined. Almondine slides down beside him, her nose only a foot away from the cat and her tail fanning across the floor behind her.
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Let's see. Anyone too familiar, and Peter will eventually see through it. Just someone who will make Peter feel at ease, then. Someone he'll want to talk to.
So Peter will find himself literally bumping into an attractive young lady out for a wander. "Oh, sorry!" she exclaims, followed by an embarrassed giggle. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. Would probably walk off a cliff if lived near one." It's funny how easy Topher finds mimicking Echo, but then he's created endless personas for her in his time and knows her well enough.
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There's a faint murmur from Aiden - not frustrated, but intrigued - and a moment later, a click heralds his success. The bookcase pops out an inch, and Jodie pulls it back, revealing a previously hidden passage. "Now, that," she says in quiet approval, "is cool."
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The next door down opens up into a game room, the center piece of which is an ostentatious pool table. He makes himself a drink from the bar, places it on the edge of the table, and starts setting it up for a game.
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ransackingexplorations, but the dresser drawers and bookshelves hepillagedinvestigated didn't yield anything to suggest intrigue, wrongdoing, or danger. It's been kind of disappointing, really, so coming across another person is a welcome development."Waiting for anyone in particular?" he asks, standing in the doorway and leaning against the frame, hands in pockets.
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He grabs a cookie up off of a waiting plate and heads into the house, seeking out anyone else that might have shown up.
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Lucy's in a pretty dress too, though hers leans more toward the 1940s than the 1840s, and doesn't really match the setting, or her mood, but what are you gonna do?
She approaches the snack table rather than the TARDIS, and doesn't realise until she's already taken a cupcake just who's next to her. And then she spends just a second looking surprised too long to avoid being noticed.
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So, Gus approaches him.
"Excuse me," he says delicately. "I don't suppose you know whose house this is. I seem to have blundered in not knowing anyone."
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This is not his beautiful mountain, this is not his beautiful gold.Although there is anger and confusion stirring in his mind at being parted from his treasure, the dragon's wrath and fires remain low for the time being, as he finds himself distracted by the sweet smell of meat. Crawling forward carefully, with his head and wings close to the ground, he soon spots the source of the inviting smell - racks upon racks stocked with mutton, fowl, game and beef, cooked and uncooked. Without much thought, he begins gorging himself on it, leaving the shelves in splinters. For as long as there is food to keep him occupied, he won't mind guarding nothing more valuable than large barrels of wine and whiskey just now.
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It never occurs to her to ask for company - or back-up. It's so nice here, what could possibly go wrong? So she pokes around until she finds a spiral stone staircase leading down beneath the mansion and descends, her eyes cat-shaped to deal with the poor lighting. The stairway goes much farther than she would have expected, and it's some time before she finally sees faint torchlight flickering against the curved stone wall. Daine rounds the final curve, and gapes.
"Oh, glory," she breathes as she takes in the enormous dragon curled and coiling throughout the cellar. The space would be cavernous if it was empty, but boy, does he ever fill it. "You're fair beautiful."
apologies, was too busy with the TARDIS for this awful lizard
as if I haven't already overloaded myself with threads
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Then, he continues his exploration, curious to see if he'll find a familiar face somewhere in the manor.
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Jodie's pretty sure this is an exit out of the pitch-black passageway she's currently standing in, but the mechanism that should be opening it is jammed. "Come on, Aiden," she mutters, "get me out of here."
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Pulling one of those fascinating books from the shelf, Tessa curls up in an overstuffed chair near the fireplace, lost in the world that the author created that seems very different than the one she is used to.
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When she realizes the room's already occupied, her paces falter for a moment. "Oh, hello. Don't mind us." She should probably say 'don't mind the Beast,' since it's the more threatening of the two of them, its teeth gleaming in the firelight. But its large, mauve eyes are friendly enough, and it offers a polite, "Quark," to the girl by the fireplace.
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Johnny hates feeling good.
He's in a house - a hell of a house - a house he doesn't remember entering. This is bad. It's bad. Johnny, this is bad.
Why isn't he panicking?
He roams, weaving through corridors, passing more and more open rooms. All warm and inviting. Johnny doesn't go in for that shit. He likes things cold, dark and dirty. He avoids the people - and damn there are a lot of them - and rounds more corners, hoping he'll find something that makes sense, or see something that scares him. Johnny isn't used to safe. Johnny feels safer when he feels scared.
He's hit a dead end. Well shit. He rests for a moment, breathing, leans his hand against the wall. He looks up again.
Wait. Wait, there's a door. Was there a door all along? Huh.
Don't question it. Just open it.
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sans librariesapprovingly, before gravitating towards the drinks and snacks. He's reasonably sure it's safe to avail oneself of the hospitality in dreams like this, but even if popping a few snacks means he has to stay awhile? Meh.no subject
"Buenas noches," he murmurs, not because the man in any way looks like he necessarily speaks Spanish, but because the phrase has always sounded more polite to Gus's ears than it does in English. "A pity there isn't anything healthier to choose from."
Gus does have a soft spot for vegetable platters.
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fashionably late
a bathroomclearly a kitchen, though one of a style not found among the humans on G'loot Praktaw) despite eleven of his senses malfunctioning.He examines himself in the reflective surface above the sink. He remains Croach the Tracker (though do his antennae really look like that?), and therefore his loss of senses cannot be ascribed to a swapping of bodies. The domicile remains solid, unaffected by entropy of the fourth dimension, so clearly he does not dream.
It is... "Bagropa." Worrying.
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