lostcarnival | ⇨ THE REALM OF DREAMS

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.

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Mari, in contrast, was returning to the carnival itself mostly to sleep. Because unlike some people, she could follow instructions. In fact, she usually did! But it was hard to sleep, you know, when there was so much going on.

Not that she hadn't tried. She'd lain in bed for at least an hour, trying and failing to find some kind of passage between here and unconsciousness. She was certainly physically tired. And sore. You'd think that would be enough!

You'd think.

But it was well into that hour of trying and failing that her eyes--some of them--popped open. Then the rest followed suit.

The dreamcatcher hung above her, glittering beautiful cut amethyst and polished purple jade.

She frowned up at it. Inanimate thought it might have been, it was still mocking her. Dreamcatchers can't catch dreams if you can't get to the dreaming part to begin with.

Well.

Fine!

If she can't sleep, she's going to talk to someone who always can.

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So went the logic, anyway, of Mari walking along the perimetre of the carnival grounds, singing in a high, clear voice. Until she finds Sans.

"Let's get the world, let's walk another way! Let's step towards our one future, walking together along our one road...! Oh, there you are!"

She leans over him from behind, all smiles and not-missing-out-on-any-sleep-what-do-you-mean-by-that.

Sans is sitting in his chair (the one he tends to teleport around with him when he's "working"), his tail arced around in front of him, a dream catcher hanging off of its end. It swishes back and forth as she appears, and he looks up at her tiredly.

"Hey, Mari. Sup?" He says he name half like he is anticipating some nonsense and half like he's genuinely interested in seeing her.

"Oh man, I'm jealous!" she's talking about his tail and the way he's set himself up with his dreamcatcher, not his visible exhaustion. That would just be weird.

"Can't sleep! Thought I'd come talk to the master." She smiles at him in a way that's harmless enough but probably a little too wise to his ways to be entirely innocent. "Guess you're not sleeping much either, though, huh. Having fun yet?"

"Kinda less fun when you have to make a big deal out of it, I guess," he says, smiling a little bit (not all that noticeable considering his usual face) and stretching his arms. This at least is reminding him to perk up a little. "What's got you so perky?"

As if she's not like this almost all the time.

Almost all the time. But you gotta meet the world head-on, right? Show it your best face!

"Just too excited, probably. This place is pretty cool! A realm of dreams? The unfiltered flow of the subsconscious is all around us! The existence of dreams within reality... guess it's not very exciting for you, though, huh. You're dreaming all the time."

She still has no idea what's so appealing about Sans' dreams compared to reality that he's constantly running away to them. It's one of those little mysterious that she still wants to solve about him.

One day.

"But you can learn a lot about yourself someplace like this, too."

Heh.

Oh god, here we go. Guess what Sans doesn't like or care about? Introspection.

"I prefer the kind of sleep without dreams, t'be honest." He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. "I don't nap for the scenery y'know."

It's more of a break from all realities than a desire to explore a new one. In his experience, dreams are the same, if not worse, than real life.

⇨ THE REALM OF DREAMS

THEY stop and talk to me about dreams for forty minutes what the fuck

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