Alys would stifle a snort before chuckling. As she tried her best to distract her wondering thoughts, the elf would pop up to tiptoe her way over for another treat. Figuring it was her turn, Alys would start her fingers hovered over her choices "Never have I ever..." She'd hmm and haw. "Shared a bed with someone..." She'd bite down on a sweet pastry to carry it in her mouth while her hands were full with her drink and some more goodies, obviously trying to hide her bashfulness.

"I'm assuming that you're talking about sex, in which case, yes, I've done it." Vastra drinks.

"Same," Stella says with a laugh, taking a drink.

"Never have I ever gone to school with other kids." She leans back in her chair with a smile.

"Whose bed was it, if you don't mind sharing." Vastra says, before taking another drink.

"There were three beds, in fact." Stella smiles. She holds up one finger. "One was Soraj, the elf with the tattoo--a few weeks after we kissed." The next finger goes up. "A half-orc woman named Deka, who I met when I was twenty, at a festival." The third finger. "A half-elf pit fighter who just liked to go by V."

Alys would open her mouth to correct that she did actually just mean sleep... but understood the question often did insinuate more. Which was still the same answer for her... The elf would smile with pink cheeks, listening to the pair sharing back and forth. Should she ask them for pointers? She’d feel her face heat up a little before shaking her head to herself, resisting the urge to cover her cheeks.

The next day you all wake up and head to meet Father Tarkus at the temple. "Oh thank the gods that you've arrived, Misfits. The matter I have called you here for is one of most dire import. A prophetess that stays with us in the city has slept and not woken for three days and three nights, trapped in terrible nightmares, and nothing that we can do has been able to rouse her."

Stella bites her lip and listens. She figures the minutiae of the situation is something the arcane casters are best suited to determine, but she does have a couple questions. "Do you know what kind of nightmares they are? Or what might have triggered this?"

Looks like that nap lasted longer than Yvan anticipated! But at least everyone now was well rested and ready to go for the mission.

On their way over to the temple, the goliath is beside Alys, holding her hand and asking her about how their night was and if she had enjoyed herself with the girls. "Didn't get into too much trouble, I hope." He chuckles lowly.

At the temple itself, and when approached by the Father, Yvan listens to the problem at hand. "... Have you tried getting a prince to kiss her awake?" Yvan questions, genuine. "I know a prince who could..." The barbarian pauses then shakes his head, realizing the thought was a little dumb. Leave the questioning to the professionals. "Nevermind..." 

While he hadn't expected to be out for so long, the tiefling more than enjoyed the overlong rest. So much so, in fact, that come the next day the man still walked about acting half-zombified on the way to the temple. Souperb tries his best to guide him by the horns where possible, but there are likely still to be a few silly incidents along the way. Once at the temple, and after a few wake pokes to the cheek by Souperb, Courage at least seems more alert.

Certainly alert enough to look at Yvan with a sly look, and say casually, "Why Yvan? Are you offering your for the fair maiden? My oh my, I didn't think you had it in ya!" He crosses arms over his chest, and looks Yvan over as if seeing the goliath for the first time. Of course it had been all a joke, and any angry looks are met with a chuckle before things eventually calm down. After all that, Courage cannot help but look around more closely, realizing now that he was alert that... was there no Kasha in sight?

Alys fully pampered herself in the bath before slipping into her nighty and cuddling into bed for the night. She woke refreshed and excited to meet back up with the boys for breakfast.

When Yvan would grab her hand during their way to the temple, Alys’ heart skipped and her smile would beam. And every time she remembered her hand was in his, she’d feel the flutters in her chest, giving his hand a little squeeze. “I really enjoyed spending time with Stella and Vastra. Good laughs, stories, and lots of smiles.” She’d playfully bump into him as he does. “Nothing any more than usual.” She’d chime. “And you?”

When Yvan would ask the question, Alys couldn’t help but giggle to herself. “Will you wake me like that?” She’d lean to whisper to him. 

Alys would listen for the responses.

"I do not know what kind of nightmares they are, but I suspect that from the unnatural longevity of the nightmares and our inability to wake her up that these are not nightmares that are conjured up from the mind, but rather that she has been trapped by a malevolent entity that torments her. I can only guess as to what its' motives are, but I suspect that by keeping her in this suspended state, it wishes to prevent her from using her gift of prophecy."

Alys would listen intently, falling silent as she thought. The room still felt emptier, and piece of the team missing.

Eventually though, she'd step forward. "Has anyone tried to review her thoughts?" The elf would gently chew at her lip.

(Thoughts:
Spells:
Detect Thoughts - Can try to read some surface thoughts?
Encode Thoughts - Can create strands to share with others? Not intending to manipulate them
Depending on what they may see or find out and the range:
Legend Lore - Find out more?
Locate Object - If there's an identifiable object that's causing anything?
Locate Creature - If it's a creature?
Clairvoyance - Peeping toms?
Contact Other Plane - Do we gotta talk to a higher power for more?)

On the way to the temple: 

"Our day was... productive, I think..." He answers Alys, glancing over to Courage briefly. "We ended up finding the potion shop after a few minutes of walking. Got a few interesting potions to use. Though... Not entirely sure why Courage was questioning on golems. Might find out soon enough?"

At the temple:

It was... weird not hearing the sound of munching as the father spoke about the problem at hand. Yvan tries to push the thought back, assuming that since Vastra didn't mention the druid answering her back, they would be doing their first mission without her. A frown is on his face at the thought, but it might have been for the better for her to be alone now, to give Kasha more time to process and grieve like she needed.

At his silly suggestion, and with the tiefling piping up on it, Yvan's cheeks flush, shaking his head vigorously at the assumption. "N-n-no! I'm no... I-I..." Eventually, he renders to sinking his face within the furs of his cloak (hi Hoodini!) to hide his burning cheeks. The blush only deepens at Alys' question, but he does mumble back to her, "I-If you want me to..."

As the Father speaks and explains their theory, he manages to relax himself enough to stand back straight and listens. His brows furrow, in thought, though he has no clue on how to deal with this sort of thing. With Alys stepping forward, questioning further, he is hopeful that she might have something in her arsenal to help the prophetess rouse from her slumber.

Returning his attention eventually back on the situation at hand, Courage straightened up the posture and listened intently to other suggestion. But as he mind naturally roamed towards other possibilities however, the tiefling looked a little downcast before long. "I can perhaps brew or cobble something together to help ease her pain perhaps. But, beyond that..." He shrugs haplessly. "And there are no known records of, uhm.. potential eventual in the near future that you can think of that might've provoked such an entity to preemptively impair her? None that you know of, at least."

"Intriguing ideas, but I have another solution. I have in my possession, a scroll that can be used to cast a ritual spell that will allow a group of people to project their consciousness into the dreams of another and interact with it, as one would be able to interact with the world around us. It is for that purpose that I have called you here today, as I beg you to partake in this ritual, enter her dream, and break whatever effect is keeping her trapped in this uneasy slumber."

Alys would tilt her head, cheeks going a little pink from spewing all her ideas. She'd let out an awkward chuckle as she'd glance down at her feet, where she'd kick a foot to scuff the ground. The elf would lean over to whisper to Courage, "Why do they never lead with their solution?" She'd stifle a soft chuckle. "Giving away all our tricks!" She'd wink.

The wizard would strife step back against Yvan's side. She'd noticed he was hiding in his furs with Hoodini, so she'd reach up to push the fur down a little to reveal them. She'd stretch up on her tip toes to press her forehead against Yvan's. "Ready to adventure in a dream together?" Alys would drop back down to offer her dimpled smile.

Stella grins at the suggestion and nods, looking excited.

Obsidian sits on her feet, tail curled neatly around him as he purrs lightly.

While it did sadden him a bit that Alys' ideas were knocked down, Yvan was interested in the Father's solution (even though he should have started off with that in the first place >:o!). Magic truly was a fascinating thing, even if he didn't understand most of it.

It wouldn't be until the furs were pulled away from his face that he realized the elf had approached him again, the furs of his cloak blocking his view of her (and most of them really). He smiles softly at her when she brings their foreheads together, quietly replying to her question, "With you? Of course." His smile remains as he drops his shoulders and takes her hand in his once again. 

He scans over the rest of the group to gauge how they were feeling about this mission of dream diving and if he gets the sense they were all ready to go, he says to the Father. "Then let's begin this ritual."

 Courage merely shrugs and only barely keeps from chuckling as well. Once his own little amusement dies down, it is not long before the more speculative artificer in him leads to some squinting and muttering under breath. "Before we enter, I assume something, uh... dream walking in general has been done before? And if so, might we know what to expect for at least the more mundane circumstances? And is there anything we should be especially wary or aware of while within these dreams?" He stepped up to ask plainly.

Once an answer is given in one form or another, the tiefling stifles any other questions that yet roamed about in his head in favor of waiting for the spell to be cast.