[mingle] what's the dream and what's the reality?

[lovetheme]

Lately the castle's nights have been very clear and almost warm, even up so high among the clouds as they are. But regardless of the weather, they are generally peaceful nights, and few things seem to stir during them...apart from the castle's inhabitants, be it with late-night roving or with sleep. The dreams, by extension, are at least undisturbed...if maybe not always pleasant. That sort of thing tends to vary by the person, of course.

But now--and for several nights, consecutively--the castle residents may find their dreams starting to take on stranger shapes: memories they've never had, friends that don't usually arrive, strangers they've never seen. These odd impressions might cling and continue to confuse even upon waking, vivid as they were; was it really just a dream, or maybe something more...? Does that newcomer in your dream remember you there too, in the daytime?

Either way, there seems to be an strange energy in the air during these nights. And it's bringing dreams together.

((ooc: And here's the catch-all post for the dream-sharing event! Feel free to top-level with your character's dreams here, or thread around in others! The event should only last about a week, but backtagging is eternal c: The ooc planning post can be found here!))

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[dustless]

Mmm. That's pretty rude.

They hit the ground hard. Bones slam into them, and they take damage, but they can't tell how much. Not that it matters. 1 each hit, and they're not dying yet. They have to go on, they have to get to ASGORE.

At the end of his turn, Sans gets a dirty look with an edge of sarcasm. 10? That's nothing. He's wrong, again. And he needs to go away already.

Frisk shoves themselves up to their feet and try to talk--but their jaw's locked, no matter how much they work it. Fine. If they can't ask him to move, they'll make him move. And so they move to, stomping over the golden, gleaming floor, reaching their hands out to grab.

[sansational]

Scant seconds before their hands and make contact, time slows for a moment. Sans slides through the air like oil through water. He reappears safely out of reach again, untouched. "nope." Instead, the child will find themselves faced with a blaster that fires a beam as big as their body and bright as the sun at them. For all the flash, it still only does another point.

He knows that now is the point where he should start in on his usual speech. In fact, he's probably overdue. But somehow, when he reaches for the words, they slide away from him as deftly as he does away from the human. That's...strange. And wrong. And annoying. But Sans supposes he still has more important things to worry about.

"come on. if you're that desperate for a do-over, you could at least do me the favor of quitting, instead of making me do your job for you."

[dustless]

Excuse them. Frisk doesn't just quit. And they have no reason to. They'll have to get past him to save everyone, after all.

They make to talk again; they fail again, but they manage to let loose a snarl as their teeth bare.

Fine, if he dodges everything, and they can't even ACT with words, they'll just go.

Footsteps echo as they hurtle down the golden hall, making as if to grab him again--but as soon as he dodges, they just keep going, smashing into whatever else he tries to throw at them with another round of growling.