Voice testing. For the given sense of voice testing, that is.

[morethanadream]

[Don't mind Sandy. He's just going to float in the air, napping quietly.

Until his mun gives him a nice metaphysical tap on the arm.

He shakes himself awake, then blinks sleepily, glancing around the new place. Huh. He didn't think his mun would actually try playing him, but okay. It's flattering that she wants to try, although it would have been nice if she had dropped him off somewhere near his friends. Speaking of...

Pictures made of golden sand start flickering over his head. An Easter Egg. A tooth. A Christmas tree. A snowflake. All of them are followed by a question mark while he floats around the area, searching for the other guardians. Or anyone at all, really. Despite not speaking, Sandy likes meeting new people.]

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[icy]

Sandy!

[ It's been a while, bro, been a while. Don't mind Jack beaming widely as he shoots over. ]

Just got here, huh? Man, I haven't seen you in ages.

[morethanadream]

[Oh hey, Jack! Yay, one of his friends is--wait. What was that about ages?

At first he beams, just to make sure that Jack knows that yes, he's happy to see you too big guy, but then his face falls and the dream sand above his head forms a calender that is rapidly flipping through months, followed by a question mark.

How long has he been missing? More to the point, how long have you been here?]

[icy]

[ Crouching to get a better look at those symbols, he nods along as he understands the sight of dates whizzing by. ]

I got thrown into a city on Christmas Day, so ... Uh, yeah. Been around a while. Pitch too, we've been there together for a long time.

[morethanadream]

[Pitch too?

Sandy immediately frowns, then looks closer at Jack, as if he can pick apart anything Pitch might have done to him since Christmas. Or anyone, really. This one doesn't need a picture, mostly because the Sandman is very, very expressive.

He's worried. He's worried that Pitch might have attacked Jack, or maybe someone else. Without Sandy around, it's really hard to actually combat nightmares.]

[2cool4guardian]

[Have another very happy Jack, Sandy. We need more of him around.]

It's so good to see you, I'm going to ignore the fact you left me for last. [Kidding, kidding.]

[morethanadream]

[Oh another Jack! Oh jeeze, Bunny will have a conniption fit.

Luckily, Sandy really doesn't mind. The more the merrier, up until one of them tries setting a greyhound on the Easter Bunny again.

He rolls his eyes and smiles fondly. He loves you too, Jack. Then the dream sand above his head starts flicking through the symbols of the other Guardians again, followed by the question mark.

Does Jack have any idea where everyone else is?]

[2cool4guardian]

[If this surprises Sandy, he should've been here for the Jackapocalypse. It was beautiful.]

There used to be a bunch of us around here, but you don't see them as much nowadays. It's mostly me and my army of clones. Tooth, North and Bunny visited my game recently, so it was something. [He nudges Sandy.] I wish I had had the full team though.

[That translates to "I miss you buddy".]

[morethanadream]

[Oh boy, not even Sandy would be able to handle that. He will continue living in happy ignorance, thanks.

Sandy smiles warmly and nudges Jack back. Well, he's here now, and he's glad that the rest of the Guardians are somewhere, even if they're a little scarce. He's not happy that Jack, the one who needs company the most out of them, is stuck without his new family, but he's going to keep his feelings about that under wraps for now while he tries to figure out how he might be able to help. (Sorry, Jack. Upon your Guardian initiation, you consented to being secretly fussed over by Sandy. It was somewhere in the fine print.)

Although... army of clones? How many of you are there? To ask, the dream sand forms one snowflake, followed by two snowflakes, followed by three, followed by four, on and on while next to a question mark.]

[psimera]

...
Is that a PSI ability?

[Threat analysis doesn't bring anything up - apparently it throws off his PSI sensors. It's definitely nothing he's seen before, which means he needs to find out whether it's going to be a problem for Master Porky.]

[morethanadream]

[The Sandman frowns and cocks his head. He's afraid he doesn't understand, but he's guessing the boy is asking about his power, so he conjures a little cloud of golden sand in his palm and offers it to the boy to look at.]

[psimera]

[The Commander slips into a defensive stance when the small golden figure starts summoning more of - whatever it is, with his hand flying down to his side to grab at the hilt of his sword. He stays like that for a second or two, but relaxes when nothing else seems to happen.]

[After a moment, he impulsively reaches out to poke at the sand.]

[morethanadream]

[Luckily, as long as it doesn't hit him in the face, he doesn't go to sleep. Instead, this sand is soft and gentle, and at his touch, it forms an image from one of his dreams, likely something playful and sweet.]

[dreamsguardian]

[Hey there! It's always nice to see a fellow Sandy around here.]

[morethanadream]

[Oh wow Jack wasn't lying about more of him.

Sandy cocks his head curiously, not entirely sure how to interact with himself, but he still gives a friendly wave and a smile before conjuring a big question mark.

Are you really him? How long have you been here? Are there more Sandys? Basically, all the traditional questions one might think he would be asking, so he feels a question mark is best to sum it up.]

[dreamsguardian]

[He grins, giving an enthusiastic nod. He points to himself, then to the other, indicating that yes they are the same. He counts on his fingers as sand swirls above his head, miming the sun rising and setting as a way to indicate how long he's been around.

Several months, it seems.

Then the images above his head changes to figures that looked like them; more Sandys that he'd seen, both regular and alternate versions of himself. It's always a little strange...but kind of fun.

Then he points to the other, a question mark of his own forming beside what looked like a chess board. Perhaps wondering about a game...]

[morethanadream]

[How nice to have someone who communicates the same way he does! He really doesn't mind people talking, but he didn't realize how fun it was to be dealing with someone else's pictures.

Looking at the chess board, he's in the mood for an actual game of chess. But! But, first, answer question.

He frowns and puts his hand on his chin, then the symbols of the different Guardians appear over his head. His mun is considering going to some game, but he personally would prefer to go somewhere where at least one other Guardian was. His mun still doesn't have a particular place in mind, so he's not sure what's going to happen with that.

But! There are more important things to do. He lets a chessboard materialize between them and smiles. Feeling up for an actual game, other him?]

[ttlynotanagent]

[Oh hey another silent type. Perry can deal.

He watches the quick flashes of sand with a mark of curiosity. He perks up a little at the last one. He's pretty sure he's seen a few of those around...even one in his own mun's headspace. That guy is popular...probably because he's so full of energy or something.

Which is shame really, Perry likes Santa a lot more, but he's a big fan of all the Christmas characters so that goes without saying.]

[morethanadream]

[(Everyone loves Christmas. The other Guardians got used to that a while ago.)

Is that a technicolor platypus?

Sandy floats closer to said platypus, cocking his head curiously and making his dream sand form a big question mark above his head.]

[ttlynotanagent]

[Yes, yes it is.

Perry's not really sure how he's supposed to answer since he can't really talk. He makes his trademark chattering noise. This could mean anything from "Hello" to "My name is Perry" to who even knows.]

[omnipresently]

[ voice curt, acknowledgement and little else yet ]

Sandman.

[morethanadream]

[Oh.

Hello there, Mother Nature.

Sandy waves at her, giving a friendly smile, but he's secretly a little tense. Mother Nature has always been a little too unpredictable for him to be relaxed. His dream sand forms a question mark above his head.

Hello there, Mother Nature. Can he help you?]

[omnipresently]

[ Today at least... she seems fairly calm. ]

I, too, am caught amid fanciful whims here, like a leaf in an eddy.

[rideofthefearlings]

You couldn't have done everyone a favour and stayed asleep?

[morethanadream]

[BRB, glaring at you. Hard.

Maybe you could have done him a favor and just stayed out of his post, how's that? (Comebacks are hard when you don't talk...)]

[rideofthefearlings]

[ Totally unaffected by your glare! But note the healthy distance. ]

You expected me to ignore my version of Jack up there, spewing his usual deluded notions of my "rehabilitation"?