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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.]
wildmage_daine: (not an idiot okay)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2014-02-07 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"That doesn't make it better." Daine shakes her head. She's already dealt with the messes made by folk who decided it would be a good idea to bring creatures from one realm into another, and she doesn't see how it matters if the purpose is causing havoc or just answering a question you're curious about. It's the same poor result for the dream creature - and quite possibly for everyone else.

"Anyway, that's assuming whatever you bring through would let you look after it. Half the creatures I've seen in these dreams have been immortals, and they wouldn't answer to you." Her, maybe, depending on what they are, but she doubts anyone would give her a chance to try and calm down an angry griffin before it was shot by the police or something equally unpleasant. "And the animals in Manhattan are my responsibility, which means anything you brought through would be, too." And she has enough on her plate, Zagreus. Do you have any idea how many pigeons alone are in need of her help on a daily basis?
antitimelord: (through it)

[personal profile] antitimelord 2014-02-08 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Immortals?" What on earth kind of dreams has she been having? He can't recall running into a single immortal dream creature. Maybe he ought to try harder. "What kind of immortals?"

And, hang on, "And how did the animals of Manhattan come to be your responsibility? Surely immortal ones wouldn't fall under your purview?" That seems like a lot of responsibility to be self-assigned, but as a being that has more than dallied with the notion of taking over the Dreaming, he probably shouldn't question it too much.
wildmage_daine: (neutral - warrior)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2014-02-08 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Daine shrugs. "I've met at least one griffin. And there was one big shared dream that was just an immortal menagerie, with winged horses and coldfangs and suchlike." Things that definitely don't need to be brought to Manhattan, for their sake and for everyone else's.

"All the People - animals - are my responsibility," she says, quite seriously. "I'm a wildmage. And animal-shaped immortals count, too. No one else can talk to them all." She was the only one who could strike a balance between the humans, animals, and immortals in Dunlath, and while she doesn't exactly relish the thought of having to do the same in New York, she's also not about to turn her back on any displaced creatures out of the dreaming.
antitimelord: (the most intelligent face)

[personal profile] antitimelord 2014-02-10 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Zagreus can hardly find fault with that logic, what he understands of it, anyway. It's sort of the opposite of the distinction he would draw--an animal is a senseless thing, regardless of shape. The thing in the park. An immortal is probably no such thing, no matter how it looks. But what does Zagreus know about anything? He's barely a real creature himself. "I suppose all that comes with the shapeshifting territory. But you're no animal, even when you take one's shape. I heard you speak, in my mind."
wildmage_daine: (Default)

[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2014-02-11 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, yes. That's how animals speak to me - and me to them, especially when I'm in a shape, myself." It's not a skill she associates with two-leggers, though she's met some who can manage it, like James. "If this wasn't a dream, you probably wouldn't have heard me."