[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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[antitemporal]

He can't make or use a SAVE point himself (they say that one day he'll be that strong). But Sans-Serif still recognizes just what he's looking at, and lets out a panicked, strangled gasp of realization. He points a shaking fingerbone at them the best he can, bound up as he is, and tries to stammer out a warning. "you..! it's, it's...you!"

It's the anomaly and he has to fight but he can't, he doesn't want to, and he's not supposed to be alone when he does...

Sans-Serif scrambles up desperately to his feet and tries to hide behind his other self. But it makes no move to attack. It just stands there, motionless and waiting, looking from itself to Frisk and back again. It won't attack without being told to, and the other scientists don't listen to Sans-Serif's warnings. They just sigh in exasperation, and make more notes. "Mistaken, deluded, jumpy, overly sensitive, needs recalibration..."

One of the scientists calls over to Frisk: "Tell it to get moving again."

[dustless]

Their smile disappears. "Still just me," they say, because why wouldn't it be? What was he expecting?

Why do those scientists think they're the boss of them? Frisk stomps in place. "Okay! Fine!" They hold their hand out towards the doll to take. "Let's get moving. This way."

There's a door just off to the side, now, and they're going to bring the skeletons through it. That way, they're not going to need to deal with the rest.