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hadriel_logs2016-05-16 10:28 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-05-16 10:28 am
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- dean winchester,
- emily,
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Event Log: Dreamwalker
Who: Everyone!
What: The Dreamwalker event
Where: In your comfy bed and your sleepy head.
When: May 16th-26th
Warnings: Good dreams, weird dreams, bad dreams, straight-up nightmares. Please remember to tag for warnings in the header if things are going to be bad!
What: The Dreamwalker event
Where: In your comfy bed and your sleepy head.
When: May 16th-26th
Warnings: Good dreams, weird dreams, bad dreams, straight-up nightmares. Please remember to tag for warnings in the header if things are going to be bad!
Have you been having trouble getting a good night's sleep? Tossing and turning, unable to rest those tired eyes? Or maybe you don't sleep at all, and never have. Not to worry! For a little while, you'll have no trouble at all falling asleep - in fact, as night falls, you'll find yourself overwhelmed with exhaustion whether you want to sleep or not. Lay down and rest your weary head, friends. Everyone could use a little extra sleep.
But what will your dreams bring? Something happy, images of a perfect day? Something hopeful, something you've wanted for a long time? Maybe you'll dream of anger, of the face of your worst enemy. Or maybe - just maybe - you'll have a horrific nightmare, and wake screaming, covered in cold sweat.
Not before others have time to see it, though. As you sleep, as you dream, the other residents of Hadriel, friends and enemies and people you've only met once, might find their way into your dreams. Or you might find your way into theirs - and then have to deal with someone's else's nightmares, or hopes, or anger. For the next ten nights, you'll find yourself either a host or a visitor, and no matter how you try you won't be able to stay awake once night falls.
Sweet dreams, Hadriel. Don't let the asshole fear gods bite.► This log covers May 16th-26th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► You can't die in the dreams, but if you somehow manage to trip and fall and kill yourself getting out of bed, please report it on the death post.
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He doesn't hate them, but he also doesn't usually plan going to them. But he's here, and Emily has a credit card, and he could definitely do with some new video games. And some food. And some more hoodies.
So shopping it is.]
Where first, Em?
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You need contacts, nerdbrain.
[The optom's is right there -- how convenient -- so Emily puts her hands on his shoulders and guides him inside, not stopping until she has sat him in the chair for the optometrist to take measurements.]
Give him the best ones you've got. The ones that, like, breathe well and don't irritate your eyes and can stand all the strain on his eyes from how much he stares at screens.
[The optometrist nods, giving a cheerful smile, and starts working.]
Hold still, Chris! Don't be a baby. This doesn't even hurt. [She says, as someone with 20/20 vision.]
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[THIS ISN'T ON HIS LIST OF STUFF TO DO but for some reason he decides to go along with it, because maybe it isn't such a bad idea after all. So although he feels some trepidation it's a lot less than he would if this were real life, and he lets the optometrist ask him which lenses look better and how much of the poster on the opposite wall he can read.
Pretty soon, like magic he has a prescription and a little container of contacts. Only now he's totally not sure about putting them in.]
Uh, on second thought, my glasses are totally fine.
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[Boom, dream magic. They're on, and his glasses are in a designer case in his hand, where his contacts container was just a moment ago.]
Do you see now how badly you need some new clothes?
[Or to eat good food, like the pizza whose smell drifts in from the food court.]
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It's neon orange with a picture of a whale riding a bike on it--his favorite horrible hoodie he found in the shops in Hadriel--and... Okay maybe it's hideous but that's what he likes about it.
Still, new clothes around hurt, although...]
Yeah, sure, whatever, but we're eating first.
[He wants pizza so badly.]
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[Lucky for him, she's got pizza on the brain too, so she leads the way to the food court, which is less traditional food court and more sit-down service dining area. It's empty, of course, all theirs. Emily picks a table by an artificual fountain, and before they even ask a waiter sets what is by far the mostdelectable-looking pizza right in the center of their table.]
Enjoy [he says, and departs as mysteriously as he arrived.
Emily smirks at Chris, as if she herself had cooked this and has her skills at stake.]
Dig in. [She'll just be here sipping at her mineral water before she takes a bite.]
I have no idea how I typo'd 'wouldn't' to 'around' that last tag but whatever
Don't mind him taking like, four pieces, and also a very large soda that's suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He's devoured two of the pieces of pizza before he bothers to speak again.]
This is awesome.
lol welcome to my life
Better than sex.
it wasn't even on my phone I did that on my computer wtf self
[Because you know, he could believe it. This pizza is amazing, and not just because he hasn't had pizza in ages.
Once he finishes the third piece he slows down a bit, sipping at his soda.]
So, after food, where to?
again, welcome to my life lmao
Getting you out of that ridiculous fucking hoodie.
[As soon as she finishes her slice of pizza, in the space of a blink, they'll be at a store where all the clothes are Chris's size.]
I think this [she holds up a designer coat, long and black and sleek] will look good on you. There's no way I'm letting you take Ash out wearing that atrocity.
[She hates your orange hoodie, Chris. Not sorry.]
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[He knows what's wrong with it--it's super ugly--but that's the appeal of it at the same time. But okay, fine, he'll entertain the idea of letting Emily pick out something more fashionable, although...]
Quick, get me a bottle of gel and I'll work on my British accent so I can pass for Draco Malfoy in that thing.
[It's a really nice coat, but he has the feeling it would look completely and utterly ridiculous on him.]
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You don't deserve this coat.
[She hangs it back on the rack and turns to the one right behind her, which is full of items that are more Chris's style and colors, in better quality fabric than he's used to.]
At least pick a hoodie in a better color. [Next to the rack is a table covered in hoodies. There is even one with that stupid whale on a bike he likes so much, and much cuter ones with cheesy puns and graphics to go with them. Nerd heaven, right?] I swear I saw one earlier that says there are 10 kinds of people. You know binary, right?
[Is she being serious or sarcastic? We just don't know.]
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Chris just sort of raises his eyebrows at Emily at her question, pausing in his consideration of navy blue hoodie that has an imagine of the dwarf planet Pluto with a sad face on it.]
Of course I know binary, Em, I'm not like, a second-rate nerd.
[It's actually a miracle he knows binary and it took him quite a lot of effort, since he's not at all good with languages by nature, but he managed it.]
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[When she does anything even remotely nerdy, it's read manga -- and not the weeb kind.]
Hurry up, I'm gonna help you pick a nice gift for Ash.
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He's selecting a few hoodies and sweaters and a pair of jeans, since he really needs more, not being too picky. Though he feels like maybe he should actually be stalling.]
We're talking a nice gift, right?
[Not anything weird?]
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Of course a nice gift.
[Doesn't matter how much he tries to stal, though, because the next thing he knows, all his hoodies are in bags, and they're standing in the notebook section of a bookstore.]
You should be able to find something here.
[Emily would pick something herself, but that's not the point. It's supposed to come from him, and she'll be happy just to pay for it.]
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His eyes light up a bit, both to just be in a bookstore because he likes them himself and to be in a bookstore because yes, he can get something that Ashley would like here. It's not like he has a lot of opportunity to be a good boyfriend in Hadriel, after all.]
Yeah. I think I can find something she'll like.
[He flashes a brief, bright smile of thanks at Emily, then moves to begin looking through the journals; it has to be heavy enough to feel solid but not too heavy to handle easily, the paper needs to be the right texture, the cover the right color or pattern.
Sorry Emily he might be here awhile.]
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Just tell me when you're done. And for fuck's sake, get her something cute to go with whatever nerdy thing you get her.
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[Cute and nerdy go together just fine. Ashley's living proof of that, after all.
It takes him some time to choose the perfect journal but he does find one; its leather cover is a deep, warm red, the pages inside textured like old paper but strong enough not to be damaged by scribbling. He thinks Ashley will really like it, and selects a laminated and metal framed bookmark printed with lines of text from one of Ashley's favorite books. Cute and nerdy at the same time.]
Done, Em!
[Wherever she is, he feels she can probably hear him just fine even though he barely raises his voice to call to her.]
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Like magic, she's at the end of the aisle, holding up the credit card and a receipt.] Done. Take her somewhere nice when you give it to her, maybe. Make it, like, extra special. Or, you know, whatever. She'll probably love it even if you give it to her in one of those stupid shops, you know?
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Yeah. I will. Maybe I can um, find something decent to eat too, and make it like...
[A really terrible underground hell-hole version of a date.]
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[She kind of owes him for being the one to go to Delight for coffee. They could get something here, too, except...]
I wish this were real.
[She smiles as she says it, as the dream starts to fade around the edges. Chris will find he's wearing glasses again.]
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[Pastries would be nice; his main intake of sugar lately has been coffee, and he vastly prefers more sugar than that.
At her next comment he's briefly puzzled, but it dawns on him as he finds his glasses on his face once more.]
Damnit. Knew it was too good to be true.
[He offers Emily a smile anyway.]
I guess that like, you'll just have to help me find a gift that actually exists, then.
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[She sounds like she means it, too, even though she doesn't look at him when she says it. Still, she's smiling. Delight continues to be the best.]
It's been good, though. And yeah, like I'm gonna leave you to pick out a gift for her on your own in the lame shops in shithole city? Tch. I've got Ash's back. Yours too.
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[Otherwise he brings home thing like the dreaded whale hoodie.]
And... Yeah. We're uh... We're all in this together, right?
[They're each other's best allies here, no matter how many friends they make from other worlds, and that's just as important for them all in dealing with everything that's happened and is happening as it is with just staying as safe as possible.]
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