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19 July 2011 @ 10:02 pm
WHO: Anders, OPEN
WHERE: Dreamscape!
WHEN: Nighttime.
SUMMARY: Anders goes to sleep and taps into his dream-walking powers which means he can enter your dreams and have a nice chat. You get to make up the scenario and it can be super outlandish since it's, y'know, dream-world.
FORMAT: Anything you want.

This wasn't the Fade. He could tell that right away what with his special mage super powers. It did not pull at him in the same way the Fade always did in Thedas. It felt more...malleable, like it was responding to what he remembered or wanted. Though, at the moment, being back in Circle tower was the last thing he needed.

He walked down the halls, pressing his hands against the doors and stone walls, feeling the texture underneath his palm. At first, he thought he might have been back--that he was captured some how and kept here the whole time under some spell. But there was something off. It was the Circle, but it wasn't the Circle. There was a shift and it deeply unsettled him.

Anders stopped in his tracks and turned to a wooden door on his right. He stepped back, observing carefully. This one was something. He didn't know what, but it felt like a low hum pulling him in by the hears. When he lowered his eyes, he noticed a light shining from underneath the door. Curious.

He checked for his staff, strapped securely to his back, before pushing on the door and venturing forth.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Let's consider this.bluepurrymuffin on July 20th, 2011 03:31 pm (UTC)
Hank was not waiting for a train, as he'd already boarded.

It had taken him weeks to track down the science-criminal Mortimer Tennyson, but his calculations told him that this would be the next place he would strike. The revolutionary new internal combustion engine was en route to the patent office for examination, and Tennyson would be sure to try to try to intercept it. He never was any good at creating his own designs!

Hank adjusted his pince-nez and checked his watch. It wouldn't be long now.
Anders: lmfaosassyqueermage on July 21st, 2011 09:40 pm (UTC)
As soon as Anders stepped aboard, he nearly lost his balance. He leaned against the wall for support as the train sped along. He couldn't have known what he was even in. It was just another dream device and it had the unfortunate side effect of making him feel sick.

The wall was narrow with sliding doors into separate rooms. Anders drew one door back--

One man-cat was enough. Now this was getting ridiculous.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to intrude on your..." Anders had no idea what man-cats did in their spare time that didn't involve sleeping and catching mice. He struggled for something-- "...cattiness."
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Excuse me?bluepurrymuffin on July 21st, 2011 10:50 pm (UTC)
Hank raised an eyebrow at the visitor, but motioned to the seat across from him. He still had some time to kill. ...Though he couldn't tell you how he knew exactly how long.

"Think nothing of it, you're welcome to come in, if you like."
Anders: I'm going to regret this.sassyqueermage on July 22nd, 2011 01:18 am (UTC)
Perhaps all man-cats were friendly by default. It certainly was contrary to the cat part of man-cat. Still, Anders stepped inside, letting the door slide shut behind him. He welcomed the seat before him since standing was starting to make his stomach churn really unpleasantly.

Looking out the window, he found they actually were moving almost like a high speed ship, but on land.

"Are we going somewhere I should know about? I do like a bit of a warning beforehand," Anders started, turning back to the man-cat.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: I'll explain this slowly.bluepurrymuffin on July 22nd, 2011 03:18 am (UTC)
Hank crossed a leg and looked quizzically at Anders. "You boarded the train without being aware of its destination? Ah, but I suppose from your garb I should've been able to deduce you to be a pilgrim of some sort."

He adjusted his glasses again. "We're headed in the direction of Washington D.C. And where do you hail from, stranger?"
Anders: worn out.sassyqueermage on July 23rd, 2011 07:33 pm (UTC)
"That sums up my life, doesn't it? Not the boarding trains bit, but--oh, never mind." At least he had a name for what he was riding in and giving him horrible motion sickness.

He wished the Porter would at least have given him a more detailed pamphlet explaining what trains were and where Washington D.C. was. It would have made this conversation go smoother.

"Born in the Anderfels, raised in Fereldon, and no, I do not smell of dog," Anders slipped in the joke before he realized the man-cat wouldn't know whether the average Fereldon smelled like Mabari or not. He sighed. "Alright, why are we going to Washington D.C.?"
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Can't be overly concerned at the moment!bluepurrymuffin on July 23rd, 2011 09:01 pm (UTC)
"Because that's where the train is heading, of course. This is the regular route it's always run." Hank wasn't sure if he wanted to tell this fellow about his mission, there was always the possibility he was an agent sent by Tennyson to sabotage his efforts.

But something felt off about the whole thing. "You've never been on a train before, have you?"
Anders: [magic] connecting to the fade brbsassyqueermage on July 24th, 2011 02:33 am (UTC)
"Yes, I can see that," Anders responded, turning to the window again. The landscape gave no indication as to where he was. He doubted it was anywhere in Thedas. Thedas did not have trains...unless this was an Orlais invention.

"You've caught me," he smiled to himself before his stomach did an unpleasant somersault. His smile quickly turned into a wince. "And this first time is not exactly agreeing with me."
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Big smile!bluepurrymuffin on July 24th, 2011 02:23 pm (UTC)
"Ah, motion sickness!" He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a surprisingly modern stomach relaxant. How does he have that in this setting? How would he know what it is? Best not to worry about it.

"Take two of these, it should help."
Anders: lmfaosassyqueermage on July 29th, 2011 02:17 am (UTC)
Anders eyed the tablets suspiciously before taking them from the man-cat. It shouldn't harm him...theoretically. He could feel pain in the Fade and it was never pleasant, but the man-cat looked trusting with bonus points for looking like a cat.

He popped them in his mouth, immediately grimacing at the foul taste. He tried forcibly swallowing the pills and he nearly gagged, but they went down.

"I am never taking those again," he whined.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: What was I thinking?bluepurrymuffin on July 29th, 2011 02:51 am (UTC)
Hank scoffed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, the results may be considered to cancel out the taste, but you'd typically take them with a glass of water! ...And, perhaps, a spoonful of sugar."

Marry Poppins wouldn't be made for another seventy years. Somehow, he knew this, and yet he was still knowingly referencing it.

Something here didn't add up.
Anderssassyqueermage on August 3rd, 2011 06:27 pm (UTC)
He frowned, looking around their compartment to find no glasses of water or spoonfuls of sugar. Of course, he also wasn't going to mention that he never took a pill like that nor did he even know what it was other than an apparent cure to his motion sickness.

"You didn't offer any!" He retorted, because nothing was ever his fault.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: It's really quite simple.bluepurrymuffin on August 3rd, 2011 08:43 pm (UTC)
"My apologies, how rude of me!"

And then he produced a pitcher of water out of nowhere and filled one of the glasses that was on the same suddenly-there-how-did-it-even-happen tray. Handing it to Anders, he continued. "I've felt a little out of sorts actually, as though there was something a bit off about this setting."