[The pitcher does indeed contain water. It's very wet water, for the record. And when it splashes down all over Anders' face and torso, the end result is a very wet, bedraggled mage who--you guessed it--is still slumbering as peacefully as a babe lulled to sleep with a teaspoon of brandy.
In about two minutes he's going to wake up and wonder when in the Maker's name he decided to have a swim with his clothes on, but in that time he's still dreaming, and in his dream he's striving to go to sleep so that he can wake up. This dream business is annoyingly convoluted. Give him demons in the Fade any day.
A spell to put himself to sleep in the white Wonderland isn't all that difficult when you have magic in place of sleeping pills, but it does take some preparation and double-checking his room is locked so he won't be disturbed. And when the spell takes hold and his dream self's eyelids begin to grow heavy, Anders is tugged back through the veil between sleeping and waking, back into his body wherever he left it...
As it so happens, he doesn't remember being this damp and sore when he left it.]
--uugh.
[Waking is a sudden, loud business involving a gasp (a choke, really; some water had gone up his nose) and Anders shooting up to a ramrod straight sitting position, eyes flaring wide enough to show white. Some of the books now wet pages end up accidentally stepped on, poor thing.
For some inexplicable reason, there's a scarecrow looming over him that's in desperate need of a shave. Wait, no. No. It's just Bucky holding a container with a few inches of water left in it.
Well, that would explain why he's soaked.]
... Did you hit me in the face with that pitcher, too, by chance?
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In about two minutes he's going to wake up and wonder when in the Maker's name he decided to have a swim with his clothes on, but in that time he's still dreaming, and in his dream he's striving to go to sleep so that he can wake up. This dream business is annoyingly convoluted. Give him demons in the Fade any day.
A spell to put himself to sleep in the white Wonderland isn't all that difficult when you have magic in place of sleeping pills, but it does take some preparation and double-checking his room is locked so he won't be disturbed. And when the spell takes hold and his dream self's eyelids begin to grow heavy, Anders is tugged back through the veil between sleeping and waking, back into his body wherever he left it...
As it so happens, he doesn't remember being this damp and sore when he left it.]
--uugh.
[Waking is a sudden, loud business involving a gasp (a choke, really; some water had gone up his nose) and Anders shooting up to a ramrod straight sitting position, eyes flaring wide enough to show white. Some of the books now wet pages end up accidentally stepped on, poor thing.
For some inexplicable reason, there's a scarecrow looming over him that's in desperate need of a shave. Wait, no. No. It's just Bucky holding a container with a few inches of water left in it.
Well, that would explain why he's soaked.]
... Did you hit me in the face with that pitcher, too, by chance?
[Why does his face hurt, Bucky. Be honest.]