birds singing in the sycamore tree

[baedalites]

As night falls on Baedal, the city is almost quiet. The streets have a few last minute workers returning home, but by now, most citizens have already gone by the temples and picked up their vurt, ready to lay down and dream.

After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.

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[thedominatrix]

"To let you show off?" Irene inquires with a wide, slightly wicked smile, the train of her dress winding around her legs. She holds out her hands for the star out of curiosity, wondering what she can make of it. It drifts closer.

"I never say no to a game." Her eyebrows raise. "Have you done this before? Manipulated a dream? Know thy enemies, etcetera."

[phreak]

The star is warm, but not uncomfortably hot to touch.

Alter clucks her tongue and grabbing what looks like a line of stars and shakes it flat before smoothing it out into a bowling lane. Another stretch and she's able to gather a collection of asteroids and send them rolling down the laneway to the end where they stand up as pins.

"I might have a slight advantage."

[thedominatrix]

Irene lets the star glow between her palms, frowning at it in an attempt to make it change colour, just to see if she can, but it doesn't. Which is when she realises she's going about it the wrong way; just glaring at it and hoping won't work. You just have to let it happen.

She clasps her hands together suddenly, the star caught in the hollow between her palms, light escaping from between her fingers, and then releases it; it glows purple, getting brighter and brighter before fading back to gleaming white.

"I shouldn't worry; I think I'm getting the hang of this."

She's well-used to influencing her environment in subtle ways, after all- and in manipulating dreams and fantasies. She's got the mindset. And really, the idea of not being in control of the situation hasn't actually occurred to her.

She gives a grin and tosses the star to Alter, pointing out cheerfully, "And that's bowling, not boules."

Then again in the former you get to knock things down. Much more fun!

[phreak]

"What can I say, I'm changeable." Which would be why she's now wearing a heavy, knit jacket and holding a White Russian. "You want to bowl or decide what the winner gets first?"

Alter plucks down another star for her own ball and with a bit of a push, turns it into a blue-green swirling gas cloud with a couple of lazily revolving rings and moons.