[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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[andthebat]

Indignation briefly flashes across Batman's face, just before Frisk lands in the puddle. The splash hits the Batman, enough to leave his legs wet. Great. Why does this kid have to be so stubborn?

"Can't keep yourself dry, though," he says. His legs are wet already so he sits down on the edge of the puddle Frisk is sitting in, letting his legs dangle in the water. It feels nicer when he's not being suddenly sprayed with it. "And what if you got shot?"

[dustless]

"I don't mind. It isn't a swamp. Could use more flowers."

They shove their arms through the water, aiming to splash him again.

"Then I'd redo it. Just like if the time ran out and my jetpack broke." Duh.

[andthebat]

"You don't get flowers on a roof-" the Batman says, then flicks up a wing to block the water splash. He can still feel the water sliding down his wing, like a secondary arm that is hideously misshapen, but it's better than getting roof water in the eyes.

"Sounds fishy," he replies, and he reaches into the puddle to splash Frisk back.

[dustless]

"Rooftop gardens!" they shrill, standing up and bouncing--they're nearly getting themselves soaked as much as a splash would.

Speaking of gardens, there's definitely some kind of grass growing at the bottom of those puddles.