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Revenance Mods ([personal profile] revenancemods) wrote in [community profile] revenance_rpg2014-04-03 12:27 pm

Dreaming Wide Awake [Fourth Wall/Open]

Who: Everyone! Current characters, fourth wall characters, whoever wants to show up.
What: The portals are closed. Everyone's in Traverse Town, including a whole bunch of new people. This should be interesting.
Where: Traverse Town
When: Throughout the day
Warnings: Depends on the characters. Expect language at least.

You didn't expect to be here. You really didn't. The technicolor buildings are a surprise, as is the little white flying bear telling you you're in the dream world. He gives you a bag full of what looks to be currency, enough shiny things to create a creature of your own (or so he says), and sends you on your way.

Good luck.
defrostedpride: (it's not my fault you're dumb)

[personal profile] defrostedpride 2014-04-04 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
The person he first encountered managed to look simultaneously too odd to be a lucid anything and too normal to be a hallucination. Or rather, he himself looked fairly normal - tall, human, wearing a labcoat out of doors but these things happened - but the creatures bouncing around his feet were far too brightly colored and far too...any number of things to be credible. One appeared to some form of extremely large lizard that - just disappeared into the ground only to reappear from some kind of black puddle. The other might possibly qualify as a sheep, if sheep were a) pastel and b) completely spherical.

Even found the spectacle of a person without a Spirit almost as bizarre as Fraser must find a person with one.

"What happened to your Dream Eater? Did it wander off? Because I haven't seen a loose one come this way."
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[personal profile] lickedthat 2014-04-05 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Those were not normal animals. Well, perhaps one of them might be some sort of very unusually styled miniature sheep--

No, it was the former option, Benton decided as the lizard dissolved casually into solid cobblestone. He smoothed his eyebrow with a thumb, searching for some appropriate response. At least their companion appeared to be both human and capable of speaking English, two points of familiarity in a world that was swiftly outstripping his strangest dreams.

"Dream Eater," he said, "no, I'm afraid I'm looking for my wolf. Have you perhaps encountered him? He answers to Diefenbaker, or, well, he answers to Diefenbaker when he happens to feel like it, which is not always. You know how wolves are."