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Mantle (Summer)Ram glanced around. Sooo... sexy dream. Great. Was this his fetch's or had he messed up and ended up somewhere else. Nothing looked immediately familiar. Not the man, woman, or room. Nor, he realized, Circe and Titania.
He looked behind at the pearly pool through which neither had emerged. Shit. Had he messed up? Were they not able to follow? That was bad.
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Circe proceeds through the portal, ready to rock. If she arrives with Ram, well then she stares open mouthed at the scene. The Summer had not anticipated her joke about sex dreams comes to be prophetic. Was this the correct dream?
Well, Titania should fit right in but Circe may have to alter her attire to match the dream a little bit to keep a low profile. Circe leans in towards Ram, "Is, uh, that yer fetch or what? Also are we over dressed?"
Given her own experience, Circe knew Fetches looked like the original and not whatever the Lost came to look like. Mortal Circe hadn't been blonde or curvaceous for instance.
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Distinctive Voice"Err", she didn't exactly expect this kind of dream. Not from Ram.
Well, he was a healthy male, so it was to be anticipated, but to think he would bring Circe and herself along. Was it some subtle cue?
No wait... wasn't this supposed to be the fetch's dream?
"I believe we're interrupting something"
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Looking behind him, Ram sees the shape of Blueberry Rambo follow out. And true to her thought, the portal does update Titania's outfit in keeping with the dream's opening theme - expensive-feeling purple lace underwear with an open-fronted lace negligee and high heels.
The lovers begin to kiss, completely oblivious to the changeling that have arrived in the dream.
The candles flicker merrily, casting weaving shadows in the room. In spite of that, each of the dreamwalkers is struck with how real everything feels, almost as if they haven't passed into sleep at all. The walls, the corners, the materials, everything is very firmly defined.
Feel free to look around in any way you wish, putting together any rolls you like. Don't forget the Oneiromancy Primer. If anyone wishes to do anything affecting the Dream directly, the intensity is 4.
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Being a novice of oneiromancy, being too blunt force to really care for it, Circe investigates in a more sedate manner. No risk to the dreamscape but she does take a look around to see what is present within the room. Maybe get a good look at the dreamed figures.
They didn't notice you until you started messing with the dream, right? Until then, you were a ghost if Circe recalled correctly. So, just ride along until Ram said otherwise for this thing.
Maybe figure out if this is a dream or a memory?
Fail to Analyze the Dream
She was fairly certain she was doing something that wouldn't modify the dream or trigger trouble.
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Mantle (Summer)“I dunno,” Ram admitted, and was uncertain how closely he wanted to look to make sure. “Haven’t exactly gone looking for my other half’s dreams before.” But at least he had his friends here now, which helped ease his mind on that count if not the fact that they now had a couple making out in front of them. Very convincingly making out. It made him uncomfortable.
“I guess standard dream recon. Test for prophecy, then type of dream, then about the dreamer.”
He scratched his horns, really wishing he knew if this was the right dream or not. If it was then he could stop worrying. If it wasn’t then he was looking very carefully at someone else experiencing a wet dream that the Render had no business looking at. With friends!
Ram gave a short pained growl and checked around again for any signs that this dream might be one that comes true.
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Distinctive VoiceWelp, she remains characteristically frozen as her attire is turned into something even more revealing. Turns out, you shouldn't trust the Wyrd or the dreaming to do the right thing, because they'll add a twist.
Not to say she didn't like the attire, it just wasn't appropriate, not to the situation, but to the company.
Still, they had entered a very private dream.
She decides it's better to gauge the situation directly. She moves closer to the bed, almost annoyed by the fact the woman's lingerie is too similar to hers - but of course she wears it better - a little change might be required, and so she decides to jump on the bed and enjoy its luxurious warmth.
"Do you know them?", she asks.
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Ram's thought that something is wrong caused him to reach out and try and feel the nature of the dream, but it stubbornly rebuffs his attempts to decipher anything about the room around him. However, in reaching out, something else feels odd, something he has not felt before that distracts from his original train of thought. A tiny guiding feeling, laying somewhere beyond only door to the room. When he faces the right way, he feels a shiver down his spine that feels oddly familiar.
As she moves around the room, Circe focuses on the characters. Always one for the direct changes, she stretches out a blue finger and pokes her woman's head, but the finger passes straight through as if not even there. The woman seems to take this moment to make a particularly enthusiastic moan.
Titania reclines, enjoying the softness of the mattress beneath her. What strikes her is the tension, the strength of the dream - it's as if she genuinely is on a feather-lined mattress with the gentlest springs, truly fit for a queen as herself. Laid on the bed, she feels the the dream's state, fast-forwarding the scene around her several seconds. The figures suddenly rush into triple-speed, all hands and fondling and tongues. Fortunately, she doesn't have to get very far before she can feel the darkness, the underlying unease, and the figures return to their usual pace. What seems to be an erotic fantasy has a hanging sense of Fear permeating it. She sees something slither out of the corner of her eye, along the floor of the room. It gives her the awareness that something is about to happen, just as her gaze lands on the woman again. The man can't see it yet, not can Circe from her position behind, but woman seems to have developed razor-like nails, and her eyes are taking a yellowish hue. To the Telluric, it all becomes clear - it isn't a dream. It is a nightmare.
It just hasn't started yet.
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Well, that was fun. Circe restrains herself from trying to see if poking leads to eventual Stop Poking Me dialogue. Circe fails to note anything useful.
"I got nothing, I'm bad at this shit." Her tone is cheerful despite the dour colors of her dream form. She literally grey shades a little. And tries poking the bed. "Gonna try something else. And no, not the FBI SWAT meme."
Circe would save that for an emergency. Because dreams are weird, as are memes, so mix them up.
Circe dredges up memories of how to mess with dreams without altering them. There was another technique to analyze dreams by, uh, type or something right? She'd try that.
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Mantle (Summer)“No,” Ram muttered to Titania as he tried to focus on what was going on around him.
He was about to call out to her not to touch anything, but it was already too late. If there had been prophecy in the dream, her climbing on to the bed physically would have changed everything.
The Ogre’s sigh transitioned into a low neutral growl.
Next in dream recon.
What kind of dream was this? A memory? A fantasy? A nightmare? Ram new what it was to him but he had to check things before moving on. All he knew at this point was that if it ws the future, it wouldn’t be from this point on.
As far as the Ogre could tell… nothing.
He growled. None of the minor observations he was trying to make worked, even given how real the dream felt. Everything kept trying to focus his attention back on the couple. The throuple? The throupling? The gorgeous Spring courtier in her underclothes seemed to be doing her best to distract him. Literally blocking his view at key (censored) points.
“Can't make out what type of dream this is,” he mentioned to Circe. He didn’t dare address Titania directly at this pint in case it meant engaging more bodily with the dream’s theme’s. “Got nothing as far as what kind of dream we’re in. Moving on to find out more about him.”
Which, if he knew anything about dreaming, would be even more difficult.
"Care to lend a hand?" he asked the other two. It normally took several nights to read and learn about a dreamer. Ram, ever impatient, hoped they could knock it out in one night.
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