⇨ THE REALM OF DREAMS

[ringleaders]

Who: EVERYONE!
When: S1:D8 - S1:D18
Where: Visiting the Realm of Dreams.
What: The carnival arrives at a new location and has its first performance week with the new cast, as outlined here. This is a general mingling log for convenience purposes, but players are welcome to make as many other logs for this purpose as desired.
Warnings: Could be a lot of things, around these parts.

THE REALM OF DREAMS↴ As the carnival arrives at its first stop since its recruitment phase, and prepares to put its new band of workers to the test. In the meantime, there is a whole new world of dreams and nightmares to be explored, and threats to be faced on carnival turf. As of S1:D11, the carnival will be opening its doors to the creatures within, and the carnival will be open daily from noon to midnight, though the connection to the realm will be constant. This is an all purpose mingle log for the full duration of the stay, so please mark top levels with some estimate of what days they'll be occurring on. Please bring any mod questions to the original plotting post.

Comments

Supervisors' grove

[drrdrrdrr]

Amethyst is generally in the habit of sleeping in, despite not needing to sleep, so for the first week or so she hasn't been any the wiser when it comes to Papyrus's morning routine. After the Carnival's arrival in the Realm of Dreams, though, she's been laying off the unnecessary sleeping – there will, she figures, be plenty of time for that again after they leave. So the first dreamrealm morning Papyrus comes by with a letter, Amethyst is sitting on the steps up to their trailer with her feet propped up on her tail, reading a manga about competitive dressage.

"Oh, hey." She lowers the book to her lap, and yawns. "You lookin' for Sans?"

[spaghettimonster]

"Oh my god!" Papyrus jumps at the motion and noise. Just a little bit. Like maybe three feet in the air? He didn't even realize there was a person on the stairs; he thought that was a rock, or maybe a blanket.

His alarm fades quickly, as an idea takes root and brightens his whole outlook on this excursion. Almost as soon as he lands again, he skips up to the edge of their trailer's stair and nods down at Amethyst. "I am! How did you know, has he been talking about me?!"

[drrdrrdrr]

"Nah, but I figured you're not looking for me... and you kind of look like him, y'know?" She grins. "What's up?"

[spaghettimonster]

"...Really?" Papyrus looks down at himself, raising his gloved hands like they might have answers. They don't. "Well, that stands to reason. We're brothers!"

He crosses his arms, scowling over her head at the trailer. "And he's been dodging me!! He doesn't call, he barely writes back... I only saw him at the orientation my first night here! So I'm not letting him go a day without a letter until we get to the bottom of this. Whatever it is going on with him."

[drrdrrdrr]

Amethyst blinks. Brothers? Sans definitely never mentioned a brother... That seems like the kind of thing that would have come up?

Then again, Sans is sort of... Sans. He's Sans.

"Huh." She scratches her cheek. She's definitely not grinning any more; there's a puzzled little frown on her face instead. "Well, I'll tell him you came by. You're his brother..?"

[spaghettimonster]

Papyrus nods a vigorous confirmation. "I am! I'm Papyrus, and Sans is my older brother. I guess, from his perspective, it's been a few years since he saw me..." His foot starts tapping, the frustration needing an additional outlet besides his too-loud voice. "He knows I came by, I've brought him a letter every day--!"

He catches himself before raising his voice to outright shouting. "But! Please do. Maybe it'll sink into that thick skull of his that I'm really here if somebody else lets him know. And then..." What will happen then, Papyrus doesn't clarify. He just grinds his teeth a little harder.

[drrdrrdrr]

"And then...?" Amethyst glances over her shoulder at the trailer. It occurs to her she doesn't know a heck of a lot about monster society, or what being siblings even means for them... "You need him for something?"

[spaghettimonster]

"And then I am going to yell at him! With love and concern!!" It bursts out of him, and he rubs at his skull as if to massage his temper away. A few knuckle clackings later, Papyrus sighs. "He's been so responsible, and organized, and active this year? It's very unlike him, and I've been so proud! But he had me. He doesn't really... take care of himself."

[drrdrrdrr]

"Huh," she says again. "Yeah, I guess he kinda doesn't... but he's alright, you know? What, d'you wanna come in here and clean up or something? Because I'm telling you right now that ain't gonna fly."

[spaghettimonster]

He shudders at the questions, hardly hearing her last statement. "Absolutely not! Sans is no babybones. He can clean up after himself. Or live in his disgusting, depressing heaps of laundry. I'm not his maid."

[drrdrrdrr]

"Heh," says Amethyst, who has definitely idly consumed discarded socks Sans has left around their trailer. "Chill out, bone dogg, I was telling you not to come in here."

[spaghettimonster]

"Just enter somebody's home? Without permission?? That would be rude!" Unlike standing around shouting at people, complaining about his brother, or surreptitiously adding dreamcatchers to their lot when nobody is home. "There's no cause for fear that I would do that."

[drrdrrdrr]

She snorts. "Okay. Well.. he probably doesn't need you to yell at him either? But, uh..." She scratches the back of her neck. This is all.. kind of weird?

"Look, uh... he hasn't mentioned you at all, dude. Like, I've been living with the guy for maybe a year now and..." Amethyst shrugs awkwardly. "I dunno, if something happened with you guys that you're not telling me about, then..."

[spaghettimonster]

They would have to agree to disagree on how much yelling Sans required. It was, as far as Papyrus was concerned, a definitely non-zero amount. But that all seems less immediately important than... the rest of this admission.

"Something...? No! We were great! But Sans said," Papyrus slouches in on himself, frowning. "He said it's not my fault. That's... almost the only thing he said."

There was something else, something about this place being different, but Sans refused to elaborate what that meant. He just kept reassuring him that it wasn't Papyrus's fault. Like he was trying to convince them both that it was true...?

[drrdrrdrr]

Amethyst's brow furrows under her all-encompassing bangs. She... doesn't really want to talk to Sans about this? But it's kind of looking like she might have to?

"Ugh... well..." She pushes a hand through her hair. "You're probably gonna have to find him and talk to him yourself, 'cause he's obviously not reading his mail."