Event Log: Dreamwalker

[hadrielmods]

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!

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.

Comments

BLU Scout || Team Fortress 2 || OTA

[bring_the_beatdown]

HOPE
The scene was all too familiar to Scout, Fenway Park, his beloved home stadium where he often snuck in to see games. He'd never seen it from this angle though. Scout was down on the field, near the dugout, wearing a 1960's style Red Sox uniform and bunting practice balls being thrown at him by one of the other players.

Nearby reporters were taking his picture with flash bulbs that shattered after every click, shouting things like "Look here this is for the front page of the Globe!"

His stats displayed on the board proclaim him the best player on the team, and the crowd was going wild as he headed for the plate, tugging his hat low over his eyes as he took an easy stance.

A crack of the bat and the ball went sailing away, far beyond the edge of the field. Scout's easy jog through the bases for his home run was met with thunderous cheering, he could barely hear anything over the roar.

RAGE
It had been a long few weeks at Coal Town, fighting robots and defending points, and Scout was actually looking forward to going home for a weeks vacation to see his Ma. She'd promised him a meatloaf dinner, and he wasn't gonna miss that.

Walking up to the house from the bus stop he threw open the door without a care.

"Hey Ma! I'm home!"

But he wasn't greeted by his Ma. Tossing his ballbag on the couch he headed to the kitchen only to see his Ma talking to someone else, coquettish smile on her face as she absently stirred something in a brightly colored ceramic bowl.

WHAT'S THAT? IT'S DATE NIGHT WITH SCOUT'S MA?

[synthedick]

The dream hadn't been so bad at first: upon coming to his senses, Nick had found himself standing outside the front door of a house. Behind that door had been a woman -- good looking, vibrant eyes, a smile that said she was happy to see him. She knew him immediately, greeted him as though they were old friends, offered to make him some cookies before dinner. Though he'd returned her smile, played along (this was a dream after all, though he didn't know whose just yet), he'd paused at the threshold to the door, taking a look down himself. While thankful he was still himself, he did find he was in better condition than usual: his trench coat had been replaced by a brand new one, dark and woolen and as clean as the day it'd been made; his pants were crisp, shirt ironed; even his shoes were polished, not a scuff on them.

He still had his bare, metal hand though, as well as the tear in his neck and jawline. It seemed only his clothing had gotten an upgrade. Dreams were odd like that.

The woman didn't seem to mind as she came back to the door for him, grabbed his tie, and pulled him inside with a flirtatious look over her shoulder. He'd been there since, listening to her chat idly. He listened, took in every word she said, all the while trying to figure out who she was and if he'd ever met her before. She didn't ring any bells -- this couldn't be his dream, could it?

No, no it wasn't. That much finally became apparent when the door opened again, and in walked her son. Of all people.

LOUD SOBBING

[bring_the_beatdown]

He stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, his brain trying to process what he was seeing. Sure it wasn't unusual for his Ma to bring home scumbag guys. He'd borne his share of insults about his Ma being easy when he was in school. And while he was fervently defensive about his mother and pointedly refused to see her as anything other then a parent (and firmly believed all eight of her children were birthed via immaculate conception) he knew deep inside that she was quite a looker; as numerous lecherous men had told him on several occasions.

"What the hell?" Scout threw his arms out to his sides, the picture of the pouting son.

His Ma was completely unperturbed, licking her thumb and wiping away a smudge on Scout's cheek before kissing him on the forehead. With a wink at Nick she sauntered away, letting them get acquainted while she freshened up.

Turning red at his mother's attentions, Scout stood there fuming with his arms crossed staring at Nick.

[synthedick]

Nick, in return, stifled a sigh as his mouth pulled itself into a thin line. He was certain that somewhere, one of the gods thought this setup was just hilarious.

"Look kid," he started, his palms up. "This wasn't my idea."

[bring_the_beatdown]

Scout's pouty look gets exponentially more pouty.

"Oh so you just showed up here? Teleported in against your will or some shit?" He gestures around. "Seriously dude. Not cool."

He pushes past Nick to go trail after his Ma.

[synthedick]

Nick sighs. There's not much he can do, and as frustrating as that is, he just has to accept it. If it's anything like the other dreams he's wandered into, he's stuck here until it's over.

He might be content to wait around, but Scout's Ma is on the move. She's finding a more suitable outfit for her date. Scout, honey, do you like the red one, or the black one that's not as flashy, but shows off the goods?

[bring_the_beatdown]

"Come on Ma, you can't.." Scout's wails of frustrations trail back into the kitchen as he follows his Ma around. Why can't she wear the outfit she used to wear to the PTA meetings? The frumpy one that made her look like a shapely sack of potatoes?

With a final kiss to Scout's nose she closes the door to her room in Scout's face where he can only assume she's in there changing into something lacy and revealing and now he's gonna have to eat dinner with her and Robo-Spy and this is the worst vacation from work he's ever had.

Groaning he throws himself face first onto his bed in the room that she hasn't changed since he moved out, the walls blue and framed baseball memorabilia and comic books covering the walls.

He'll just be here trying to smother himself to death for the rest of the night.

[synthedick]

Oh yes, she can, Scout. Can and will if she wants. It's been a while since she had a date this nice. Sure, his skin could use a little conditioning, but she doesn't mind a fixer-upper, especially when he's a real gentleman.

Which Nick is, but he's also a detective. As he quietly walks the halls and tries to figure out whether this is a dream, a memory, or something between the two, he comes across Scout's room -- now complete with Scout, who is looking as thrilled about this date as he can be. If the gods keep to their usual pattern, it'll only get worse before it gets better.

So he needs to figure out how to get out of this. He clears his throat to let the kid know he's there, his eyes trailing along the baseball paraphernalia plastering every wall.

"In case you haven't figured it out, this is a dream. It's not real, and I'm not dating your mother."

[bring_the_beatdown]

"Yeah that's exactly what you would say." Which doesn't make much sense since he's known this guy for all of ten minutes. If any of that was audible as he mumbles into his mattress anyway.

He finally tilts his head to the side, one eye peering out from under his hat and mushed down hair.

"Whaddya mean it ain't real? You better be treatin' her right or buster you're gonna hafta deal with me."

Which part he thinks isn't real is debatable.

[synthedick]

"I'm guessing you didn't get the memo the rest of us did," Nick says. Either that, or Scout wasn't watching the network, which, given the kid's boisterous attitude, wouldn't be a complete surprise.

"The gods are sending us into each other's dreams," he explains quietly, trying not to alert Scout's mother, just in case it'd somehow break the dream world around them. He saw that happen in Rey's, and he'd rather avoid that happening again. "I don't know which of them would've inspired this, but we're stuck here until we wake up, so let's try to make the best of it."

[bring_the_beatdown]

Scout sits there processing that. And processing that.

"So why the fuck are you having a dream about my Ma?"

Clearly he has come to the right conclusion.