[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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[dr_awesome]

...You know, when Sans mentioned taking part in a lot of science experiments, this is not what Watts expected. He expected more vials of liquid, more bubbling concoctions, not a thing that looks more like a torture device than a machine, and not anything regarding temporal elasticity. Was Sans really messing with timelines? Maybe this explains why he could teleport...

The other skeleton's voice snaps him out of it, and he looks over with a nervous grin.

"Uh, sure. No problem, doc. I can get you those reports. But uh... maybe refresh my memory on how to double-check the wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff? I'm afraid they didn't give me nearly enough training for this."

He looks back to Sans, trying to catch his attention and maybe get some sort of confirmation that this is fine and he shouldn't be trying to get Sans out.

[sansational]

Gaster frowns. Normally, he's fine with instructing other lab workers. He provides a good bit of the training in the facility. And Neil is probably just nervous about the procedure - Gaster knows that he himself certainly is. But this is Sans' life at stake, and he finds himself feeling rather more impatient with untrained staff as a result.

Still, he leans nearer to Neil's side of the console, tapping a segment of the display with a fingerbone. "All you need to do is..." And the explanation gets lost in a haze of static, the words melding and melting together. In fact, he might actually be speaking backwards for a moment. Gaster doesn't seem to notice. He just straightens up and nods at Neil. "Do you understand now?"

Leaving Neil to figure out the display for a minute, Gaster turns aside to retrieve the reports himself. Neil still might get the sense that the display is not, in fact, correct, and should be fixed before they proceed.

Sans, meanwhile, hasn't looked over yet. He just kicks his heels idly against the operating table.

[dr_awesome]

He's more than nervous. This just doesn't make sense. After all, Watts himself had been hailed as more sturdy than monsters. Why couldn't he be the volunteer for the procedures instead? Why did Sans wave him off when he tried to argue?

Back at Sigmund, Watts didn't get work done out of laziness. Here, he can't get work done because he doesn't know what the work is, and apparently no one trusts him enough to tell him.

The static tries to creep into his head, and Neil physically shakes it away before offering a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, sure. I got you."

He can at least guess from the display, the waving lines, that it's not quite calibrated properly, and he fiddles with one of the knobs until he gets it back to a straight line. "How's this?"

He holds out a hand for the reports as well. Hopefully if Gaster's done with them, Neil can just... double-check that this is okay.