brink: (Serious | Upset | This secret we have)
Topher Brink ([personal profile] brink) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2014-02-01 02:48 am

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.]
edgar_sawtelle: (Serious)

[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2014-02-02 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Oh. That explains her reaction to Mowgli. Edgar feels a little guilty for bringing up something that clearly is difficult for her, even though he had no idea he was doing so.

Instinctively, he reaches out to pet, to comfort, but - remembering that it's Daine - he lets the hand drop into his lap instead.

I'm sorry. He isn't sure what else to say. He's lost himself before, lost something before in that time after his dad, but he's sure it isn't the same as what Daine went through. He doesn't want to push, but he gets the impression that Daine wants to talk, so he gently asks, How did you come back?
wildmage_daine: (cat calm)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2014-02-02 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Daine notes the gesture, recognizing it for what it is - the willingness to offer comfort and the respectfulness to refrain from treating her like a cat. She leans forward and presses the top of her head against his shoulder.

Cloud bit me until I was standing up again, she admits. Then I remembered. But it was too late. The villagers already thought I was mad. They tried to get their animals to hunt me. Her tone is even, matter-of-fact, but her fur is standing on end at the memory of how close she came to getting shot. If the animals hadn't been on her side, she'd be dead for certain.
Edited 2014-02-02 22:16 (UTC)
edgar_sawtelle: (Serious)

[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2014-02-03 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
This time he can't help himself, and Edgar briefly lays a hand on Daine's back, the way he would if she were in human form. The idea that anyone would actively hunt another human being is abhorrent, no matter what the person was like.

That's terrible. I'm so sorry.
wildmage_daine: (cat observing)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2014-02-03 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
They should've known better, she says flatly. Trying to send their animals after her had been stupid. But, she continues, lifting her head, it won't happen again.
edgar_sawtelle: (Serious)

[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2014-02-03 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Edgar gives her a look at that. Oh?
wildmage_daine: (cat calm)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2014-02-03 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Daine blinks once. Numair fixed it so I won't forget who I am anymore. She lifts a paw and taps her own head with it. After a moment's consideration, she adds, And folk here are… better… than the folk in Snowsdale.
edgar_sawtelle: (Smile)

[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2014-02-03 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. Edgar nods in understanding. Well, folk here have become a bit more accustomed to the unusual. We do have a lot of it, he adds with a smile.
wildmage_daine: (cat calm)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2014-02-04 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
That's true enough. Daine settles down onto the arm of the chair, paws tucked neatly beneath her and her tail hanging down. Even aside from the rift, New York seems to be more accepting of oddities than anywhere else she's been. She'd still much rather be in Corus, but at least the rift didn't put her in some close-minded backwater.

After a few moments, she muses, Bagheera's a funny name for a panther.
edgar_sawtelle: (Profile)

[personal profile] edgar_sawtelle 2014-02-04 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Edgar suppresses a grin. The bear's name is Baloo.