⇨ 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.

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[babbylon]

Well, there he goes. And, invested at this point—or simply someone else who has an abundance of free time on their hands, paws, whatever—Gilgamesh trails after him and begins to babble the rest of the way.

"He's such a bumbling fool," Gilgamesh complains, "Either half-asleep or half-conscious or otherwise half-present. I've no idea why she places such a degree of faith in him. It's unfair, to the rest of us, working so hard for her benefit, one would think..."

One would think Gilgamesh might notice the trouble brewing all around him, and he doesn't. Not at first. He keeps going on and on, with an almost hilarious lack of tact, about all of Sans' negative aspects, and Gilgamesh blows them so far out of proportion one would think there's not a single good thing about the skeleton.

Then said nightmare bites at his ankle as he passes by and snaps him out of it, sort of.

"Damn!" Gilgamesh lashes out with his tail, but the perpetrator has already melted back into the shadows. "Look what you've gone and done, mongrel! You had better take care of this. Go on, kill it. I'll pass a good word onto our esteemed Warden for your efforts."

...yes, apparently, Gilgamesh was going to make Totally Not Sans do everything.

[osteothropy]

Sans usually doesn't care much about people insulting him. Lazy this, useless that... he's gotten plenty of that during his stay here, and around home before that. He doesn't take it very personally, because it's not as if he has ever tried to be better than his criticisms.

Maybe it's because he is actually trying right now that it bothers him, or because Gilgamesh is just a particularly monumental douche with his head up the Ringmaster's ass. Or maybe it's because he's trying to do something and for some reason this guy won't stop talking to him despite the fact that he apparently thinks Sans is a dumb animal right now.

Whatever the reason, Sans's patience with it is frayed, and so when Gilgamesh demands that he take care of it, he responds by swinging his spiney tail in the direction the shadow vanished - which just happens to pass directly through the spot where Gilgamesh is standing.

[babbylon]

This kills the Gilgamesh.

Actually, it very well could have if Gilgamesh was a bit slower, but unlike some lazy good-for-nothings, he can move. On occasion. When he has to. A quick flap of his wings sends him into the air, safe and sound and miraculously unboned, because this is a clean Christian community. Phew!

"What was that for...!"

Gilgamesh rounds on Totally Not Sans and glares in his big... bony... face. "Do I look like some hulking shadowy beast to you?! No wonder you belong to him, you cannot even fulfill your job as guard dog! He probably abandoned you out here on purpose!"

Meanwhile, in actual reality, the shadow has taken up home in one of the higher branches and appears to be preparing to lunge at them. Look alive!

[osteothropy]

Cyan light begin to crackle and fog in his mouth, preparing to breathe a deadly blast of magical energy. He stares down Gilgamesh for the first few moments, as if his intent is to strike, a rattling growl in his throat-

And then, he turns up to blow that nightmare straight out of the air with a well timed laser blast.

[babbylon]

Uh...

"..."

That sure was a thing that happened just now. Gilgamesh has seen much in his day, lasers certainly among them, but generally they did not come out of dogs for any reason. At least not dogs belonging to anyone he had ever met before. Gilgamesh stares in awe at the spot now left sizzling in the wake of such a powerful weapon, rethinking his strategy slightly.

"That," he starts with a slight pause, "was not half-bad."

You gave a loyal dog treats, right? Gilgamesh decides it's worth the considerable effort to open his Gate and drop a much-larger-than-normal steak in front of his savior from its recesses. Who could guess how many millennia that's been stashed in there, but it still smells (and probably tastes) decent, so good enough.

I wonder why he came out here, he thinks. It's almost as if...