[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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[lovetheme]

The mirror seems to be as singularly comfortable but unremarkable as the rest of the room. (Though, as Chara appraises their own reflection, a brief notion that they're lookin' handsome may occur very vaguely to them. For no particular reason.)

The door opens easily; and beyond that, another room opens up behind it, this one just as woody and comfortable as the last. Morning sunlight streams through a pair of windows; a fire burns heartily in its grate; the aroma of a recent breakfast still hangs very faintly in the air. A dining table for four sits directly across from Chara's door.

And seated at this table, with her back to the door, is a brown-haired woman in a red dress. She seems to be bent over something on the tabletop in front of her; the sound of a pen scratching away at paper mingles with the crackle of the fire. But the woman pauses, now, head shifting slightly. She turns only a little, enough for the edge of her smile to be visible.

"Oh, you're finally up. Good morning, sleepyhead." Her voice is warm--and suddenly, the room is just as warm to match, as an overwhelming sense of calm and safety inexplicably fills the air. "The boys are already outside. They've been up for awhile now, playing with the Dragos. I hope you're not planning to play in your pajamas, though...you should scoot upstairs, and change your clothes."

She shifts again, her attention returning to the paper in front of her. For some reason, moving closer to her is impossible; no matter how many steps Chara might take towards the table, the floor moves beneath them but the distance stays the same.

[buttercup_eater]

(It's an unexpected thought, but Chara brushes it off. Of course they're lookin' handsome. They're wearing their best ducky pajamas.)

If it weren't for the presence of the strange woman, Chara would probably find the room relaxing. As it is, their first instinct is to shrink away from her. Until she speaks, anyway. For some reason, listening to her, and seeing that edge of a smile on her partly turned face, it's impossible for Chara not to return that smile. Just a little.

She reminds them of something, they think.

"What's wrong with my pajamas?" Chara asks. They take a step closer, then frown when it doesn't seem to have any effect.