[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!))

Comments

i do not mind and also sry for own lateness /o/

[dustless]

They push the drive into a port, smiling at the satisfying click.

A timer appears. They can't actually see it, but they can hear the seconds ticking as the files start to download.

Griffin gets a pat on the arm in thanks, and then the lights in the ceiling go black.

[exuviiated]

Griffin bites back a swear. It wouldn't do to introduce the kid to crime and then cussing in one profane fell swoop, now, would it?

Frisk finds themself on the ground, and then Griffin grabs their wrist and runs. "Come on, we need to find a way out of here!"

[dustless]

"But the floor--"

There are still some holes. And there are jagged crystals pushing their way out of the walls' panels, growing fast enough to almost clip the two of them. On the plus side, the purple is better than absolute darkness.

[exuviiated]

Whatever. They're light. Aaron snatches Frisk up and runs, leaping over the glowing purple shards of crystal. One snags on his pants, cuts into his leg, but the pain is fuzzy and far-off so he keeps going. "We're gonna be fine. I know the way out."