[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]

Well, she's not wrong.

"Not going anywhere," he says. "But I have to look for my parents. You haven't seen them, have you? They look like me, except taller-" he raises one hand, palm flat and facing downwards, to indicate tallness, "-and well, my mother's a girl and has longer hair. And my dad has a mustache."

He lowers his hand and clasps it tightly to his other one, forming an anxious knot of fingers.

[lostinmyway]

She shakes her head. "No, I haven't seen them...I don't think."

A moment's pause while she considers this. Then she shakes her head again, looks down at her friend, and smiles. "Why don't we look for them together?"

[andthebat]

For a moment the boy's face falls even further, but then he squares his shoulders and appears to think quickly over Grune's offer.

"Okay," he says, "But it could be dangerous. If we meet the man with a gun, I'll need to protect you."

So saying, he reaches out to slip one hand into Grune's.

[lostinmyway]

She laces her fingers through his and gives his hand a squeeze. "All right. And I'll protect you."

Then they'll both be nice and safe.

[andthebat]

The boy shakes his head, not unkindly. "You don't have to do that," he says, "I'm tougher than most people."

Then he squeezes Grune's hand back; or maybe he's just tightening his grip, because the next moment he's back to running down the street, leading Grune along with him.

"Mom!" he calls out every now and then, followed by "Dad!"

There's no response except for the hum of distant traffic. It seems like the worried crease between the boy's brows won't be going away any time soon.

[lostinmyway]

Grune runs along with him, her steps as light as if she were dancing.

"Do you know where you were when they got lost?" she asks.

[andthebat]

Grune's light movements make it easy for the boy to pull her along, racing along the cobbled streets. For all their speed though, it's hard to tell if they're making any progress; the fog obscures the buildings, making them hazy and indistinguishable from one another.

Despite this, the boy only pauses when Grune asks her question. He stares straight ahead, but his gaze is unfocused. Numbly, he states the facts:

"We were leaving the Monarch Theatre, and we were going to take a cab home. But the theater was full so we decided to take a shortcut through Park Row while looking for a payphone."

A pause.

"...I don't remember what happened next. I know what happened, though."