[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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[whataprettyname]

She knew that moving here would be a bad idea. The school is too big and no one wants to be friends and her flowers are dying, why won't they stop dying?

Pink petals scatter like dust behind her, to be kicked and trampled by the overly neat and tidy shoes of the other kids. The flowers themselves are wrapped in plastic, clutched tightly against her chest, but visibly (eternally) wilting. Maybe it's because of the air. The air here tastes sickly sweet, somehow. She misses the smoke and the steam, and doesn't remember why.

The girl is taller than most of the children here, but she's still buffeted about like trash on a river. Staring around frantically, wondering where to go, Chara's backpack somehow seems like the only real thing in the world. And so she fights against the current to try and get to it, calling out: "Excuse me...excuse me!" Finally, reaching out almost to the limit, she manages to close a hand around the strap.

[buttercup_eater]

Chara notices the girl's ponytail first, the top of it swaying above the heads of the other children; then, the flowers scattering pink petals over the floor. She's different from the other children, Chara notices immediately, but they still avert their gaze. They have to keep their head down, they can't let anyone realize what they're up to.

So there's a lurch of sheer horror when they hear the girl calling out to them, so strong it feels as if the floor itself has shifted.

Chara turns and tries to walk quickly in the other direction, but the current of smiling faces is pressing up against them too, preventing them from moving fast enough to just evade the hand that wraps around the strap.

"What?!" they snap, yanking the backpack away from the girl.

Not a smart move, as it causes the thing inside the backpack to wriggle and make an audible whimpering noise. Chara hastily holds a hand in front of the backpack, as if that'll somehow hide the movements. Not just from the girl, but also the other children, who are starting to look towards them.