[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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[systematicsupport]

"He's not my friend! He's a doctor! And he's the one who created us. He said we're going to be used to protect everyone from the anomaly, and break the barrier that keeps us all here."

[lostinmyway]

She listens as he speaks, and she thinks about what he says. Then she asks, "Is that what you want to do, dear?"

[systematicsupport]

"That's what I was created for."

He seems genuinely confused by the question.

"I have to keep the Anti-Temporal Interference Unit safe. I'll defend him from the anomaly. I'll die for him."

Despite his words, he's smiling.

[lostinmyway]

That makes Grune frown a little more.

"But...S-4...what do you want to do?"

He gave an answer, but--it wasn't to the question she was asking.

[systematicsupport]

"...I don't understand the question."

His eyesockets are devoid of light now, his voice slow and sleepy.

"I don't 'want' anything. I'm not supposed to."

[lostinmyway]

She sets a hand over his. Maybe he'll stay here if he can feel her touch.

"But it's okay to want things for yourself. That isn't wrong."

[systematicsupport]

He blinks slightly at her touch, his hand instinctively curling before he tries to stop himself.

"I... I'm not like normal monsters. I don't have anything I want. I just need to protect Sans-Serif."

[lostinmyway]

She keeps her hand where it is, letting him decide what he wants to do.

"Are you sure?" she asks softly.