[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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[sansational]

Sans doesn't so much as blink at the presence of the shortcut. But he does give Frisk a nod of acknowledgement, looking impressed. "hey, nice job, kid. might have to start leaving these to you in the future."

When Toriel calls out to them, Sans beams at the sound of her voice before calling back. "sure thing, toriel! we can keep each other busy!"

Then he leans over to reply to Frisk, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "ooh, i don't know. could be too obvious. now i'm thinking cake."

[dustless]

Frisk claps. "Haven't got to try her cake, but she's the best best best at food, so I hope so."

They look down the hallway, opposite of where Toriel's voice is coming from, and then dart away. Sans said they can keep each other busy, so that's what they're gonna do.

Memory of what they do is immediately lost, but then they're there in front of Sans again, holding up a pot full of water sausages proudly. "Lookit what we have!"