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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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His stay in this castle has gotten a lot longer than expected.

Which is a bit worrying for a variety of different reasons. But then there's the more practical concerns of being trapped in a magical castle, too--like the fact that most of the food to be found so far consists of either fruits from the garden or cakes from the ballroom, mostly. (Cakes with strange not-edible things inside them...) And that's just...not enough, honestly. A growing boy is a perpetually hungry one, and there's a lot to be said for the lack of actual meals lately.

But today Lucas finally stumbles into a kitchen in his wanderings. It's disappointingly ghost-free, much the way the rest of the castle has been--he wonders what Duster would think of all this--but still, the room is large, and there are pots and utensils hung across the walls, and vegetables in the cabinets. ...Perfectly fresh vegetables. Which is pretty odd, but...everything else about this place is odd already. Lucas sets them out on the counter anyway.

Because he does know how to cook, a bit. Flint would often be away for multiple days at a time, and so Lucas is mostly self-taught, using advice from fellow villagers and experimenting a bit on his own...after three years, putting together a decent vegetable stew isn't too hard at all. There's a wood stove that's easy enough to light a fire in, and there's water here and a large pot there...

And so visitors might be drawn in by a faint but pleasant smell, wafting through the open kitchen doorway. Lucas is found standing at a counter (on top of a tall stool, so that he can actually reach everything), carefully chopping more assorted vegetables with a knife while a large pot simmers gently on the stove nearby. He's humming to himself very softly, but is otherwise absorbed in deep concentration as he tries to get these vegetable chunks just the right size, and doesn't notice anyone coming in or watching just yet.
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He pulled the final Needle, and he wished. He wished for.....

Not this.

Cold stone against his cheek and a chill in the air--Lucas sits up off the floor, and he finds himself in a tall stone hall lined with many doors. Osohe Castle? It's the first place to pop to mind. But this is not what he'd been expecting at all.

It only gets a bit worse from there. He stands up--a bit wobbly--and starts down the hall, and it seems more and more like this isn't even Osohe Castle either. Some kind of mist hangs on the drafty air, here...and there's something else in the air too, prickling very faintly at the back of his head. Unsteady steps turn a corner, drift past windows streaming sunlight, find a wide open doorway up ahead, and then--he's outside, and there's a fountain. Osohe Castle never had any fountains.

So...he's somewhere else.

This probably means something, and Lucas tries to decide whether this is a good something or a bad something. But his head swims instead, jumbled too full of recent events, and he quickly decides to stop. Maybe a bit later. It feels a bit like he'd just run miles without stopping, and had never quite caught his breath...Lucas trails up to the fountain and leans against the edge of it, legs suddenly shaky. Staring at his reflection in the water, a pale and battered-looking boy stares back with eyes that are still a bit puffy and red from crying.

His hands shake, too, as he leans over and dips them into the fountain. Splashes his face a few times, scrubbing at his eyes and drying them on the hem of his shirt. And he should keep moving, probably, figure out where he is and find out where the others are...but Lucas ends up sitting on the edge of the fountain instead, shoulders folding, staring down at the tips of his grubby sneakers. Too tired. Yeah, he just...needs to close his eyes for a moment.

An exceptionally long moment, maybe.

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