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Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Dreamwalker part 2 event
Where: In your dreams
When: October 14th-20th (the second log will go up on Oct 23rd, please keep the two weeks of the event separate!)
Warnings: All different kinds of dreams falling under the umbrella of Delight, Rage, Sorrow, and Hope.

This time, the weird stuff doesn't happen when you're awake- as a matter of fact, your waking hours are the normal ones. That's because you're forced to sleep by some unknown entity, getting more and more exhausted by the moment as night falls. Better make sure you're always around a soft pillow.

Once asleep, it doesn't get any less weird- your dreams will be influenced by one of the four gods that make up the first week. Something to make you smile, something to make you angry- or something that reminds you of your deepest regret or most vulnerable hope, they're all things that you're dreaming about now for some reason, no matter how hard you may try to pull away from them.

To make matters more complicated, there are others intruding on your dreams who definitely don't belong there, and while they may seem like manifestations at first, it becomes clear that these others are actually the consciousness of other members of Hadriel, getting some top quality exposure to your angriest, happiest, most sorrowful moments. Hope it doesn't get awkward when you see them tomorrow...

► This log covers October 14th-20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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► If you die in dreams you don't die in real life, but if you somehow die in real life anyway, please let us know here.

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Atem shakes his head quickly.

"No! I wouldn't go there either, it is dangerous. You can die, it is very hot and there are snakes. Snakes are pretty bad, once one bit my friend, but I saved him." No problemo. "But there is the market, and... The river, there is the river too, it's really pretty."

It also has crocodiles.

[Rosen's never encountered a giraffe outside of a zoo before, so when one ambles past him in pursuit of a verdant branch, he stumbles nervously out of its way. Though he looks delighted by the sight nonetheless, at least once he's out of the path of being stepped on]

Where did you come from?

[He smiles at it as it tugs on the branch, some of the leaves falling around Rosen, getting stuck in his messy brush of hair. In his distraction he doesn't immediately notice that he and the giraffe are not alone here. ]

Yeah, yeah, okay. Sure, your armor makes you look super badass.

"Yeah!"

Ephemera laughs, loud and joyful.

"Ninety seconds 'till we hit the ground! Just relax and let the armor do it's thing."

[She looks up a little too quickly, expression clearly surprised and a little flustered. No one ever really says stuff like that to her, and for a second she's caught so off guard she's not sure how to respond.]

Oh. Um... Thanks. I mean, me too. You're really easy to talk to.

[God, that sounds lame, doesn't it?]

The fucker's heavy, but Ephemera takes the weight silently, holding tight. He hates this man without knowing anything about him. The one in white armor. He killed Crow and Chica. Barrows, too. Afterwards, Ephemera had watched the security footage. Memorized the Freelancers and their armor. He hadn't drawn them, but he'd made sure to remember their fighting styles so that one day, one day, he'd be able to counter them. His old armor had been too bulky, too heavy to withstand a close quarters fight for more than thirty seconds, so he'd changed. Gotten a new suit, changed his style, adapted so he could take on Carolina and Washington and all of them.

And now he's carrying one of those murdering fucks to get medical attention. Because Washington asked.

Because Washington tried to help Chica. And for a moment - just a moment - she hadn't died alone.

He grits his teeth and doesn't say a word.

[it keeps making more and more sense but also it doesn't. conclusion: Britain is whack.]

You make it sound as though Britain is in great danger. [looking out at the rabble of the festivities and people having a good time, it's hard to see it that way. it's so idyllic that she doesn't want to imagine any sort of catastrophe creeping up on these people.

or is Saber just being dramatic. Nah can't tell.]

So, why are you up here? Were you thinking of giving it a pull yourself?

「The confining space is the first thing that makes Atem feel sick. After thousand of years of being in this dark, isolated space... it is just a really bad reminder of what he's been through. The teen starts hyperventilating, trying to keep his cool to the best of his abilities, he looks around, trying to find an exit and then, he sees her, he can recognize her through the flames.

He approaches to her without thinking twice, no matter if she's trashing the place, because if someone can get them out of there, of course, it is her--

but Atem stops in his tracks when she turns at him. This is not what he was expecting. He can feel his stomach drop at the rage in her eyes.」

W-what?

[Magnus can't tell what he's supposed to be dreaming about. He feels such a disconnect from his surroundings, can't even tell what they are, that the sadness that swells in him feels hollow. He tries to figure out the grey figures that move around him, but the voices he hears are indecipherable, the blurry edges never seeming to clear much.

And then he sees Kravitz. At least there's something that makes sense here, someone he knows.]

Hey-- Kravitz!

[Magnus jogs over towards him, calling out so he doesn't startle him too much.]

I... have not felt this way since--

[Brennan has to pause. She dreamt of it too recently, dreamt of January 2, 1991. The day she discovered just how deep loneliness and sorrow could be.

It is in the past. She is not alone anymore. She can give voice to the worst time of her life.]

Since my parents abandoned me.

[Since they abandoned her and Russ. Since Russ left too, unable to care for his little sister amid the grief of losing their parents so young.]

What is this place?

[she takes a deep breath and holds it in anticipation. so this is her fate, destined to be nothing more than a splatter on the ground, centuries before her due time— oh, someone caught her.

slowly, she opens her eyes. someone caught her! not today, death, not today.]

Thank you—! Oh, wow, I figured I was definitely a goner for a moment there...

[Oh, fuck.

The strange monster, with its ever-shifting shape, reminds him vaguely of the Hunger, but also... This is different. This is something far from the Hunger's all-consuming power. This thing is intimidating, yeah, but it can be killed.

At least, Magnus assumes it can be.

But it hasn't noticed him yet. It's talking to two other figures, one of them a man he remembers meeting before. What was his name again? Matthew? Something like that.

When Matthew or whoever stands between it and its target, it becomes enraged, and, uh, Magnus doesn't know how good that guy can fight, but he doesn't appear armed from Magnus' quick survey of the scene, so he's already at a disadvantage.

Without thinking, Magnus rushes in to get between the monster and the other two people, holding out Railsplitter towards the creature. It's not hurting either of them on his watch.]

Hey, yeah, what he said. Back off.

Ah. Both of Firo's eyebrows rise on his forehead--that sort of plea bargain (he assumes it's a plea bargain) isn't unfamiliar to him. Rosen's situation sounds like it might be a little different from his own in that there weren't any actual crimes, which Firo supposes means Rosen got even more of a raw deal.

Somehow, that thought doesn't cheer Firo up at all.

He pauses when the conversation is redirected to his situation. "I guess they must've transferred me from Alcatraz..."

He frowns in concentration--why is he here? The whole point of Victor locking him up was so that Firo could keep an eye on Huey. Did he fail? Is that why he's here, so he can just rot away for the rest of his immortal life? Firo wouldn't put it past Victor.

Or maybe Huey got transferred and they moved Firo along with him. It's stupid that Firo doesn't know, whatever the reason, but there's no helping it. His mission is supposed to be secret, anyway, so there's no one he can ask for now.

He looks from the hallway to Rosen. "This isn't another cellblock on the island, is it? There's no way--it looks too different. And no offense, but you don't seem like you're enough of a pain to get sent there."

It's supposed to be the dead end for all the prisoners who cause too much trouble elsewhere, either through their own deeds (which accounts for the vast majority of the people Firo met), their high profile, or both. Firo's confident that Rosen's too physically weak (sorry, pal) for the reason to be the first one. Not compared to people like Ladd and Dragon.

[That's too much blood. That is way too much blood.

Magnus doesn't know what to do at first, frozen in shock as he watches Kyna act to try and do something, but he gets over it quick and pulls off his own shirt to help stop the bleeding.]

Fuck! What happened!?

[There's help coming, and Magnus can't let himself think that it's too late for this guy, but... this is a lot. Magnus can feel himself panic, and he tries to fight that down, tries to stay calm for Kyna at least, but the most he can do is place a firm, reassuring hand on her shoulder as he uses the other hand to press his shirt to the wound.]

[By the time she catches up to him, he's Kain, fully grown, exactly as she'd seen him before.]

[He's also deliberately changing direction, once again to avoid having to face his father, in part of an endless, drawn-out repetition. He pauses abruptly when he realizes he's suddenly not alone. Something feels confusingly wrong about that... but he can't figure out why.]

[Or maybe he can. Hadn't he met this dwarf just the other day? Why is she here?]

No, of course I'm not avoiding him. It's just... time to move on. I'm moving on, that's what I'm doing.

[Highwinds must be strong at all times. Emotions are for the weak. So it's best not to directly confront it.]

[The gloomy atmosphere does a lot to bring down Kain's overall mood, but he's attempting to avoid that. Highwinds are strong, Highwinds move on, they don't let mere emotions get to them. He pauses suddenly as the mysterious figure appears. He's... familiar, even if there's something different about him now.]

Atem? I... Is that...

[But he'll do anything to get away from here, so he'll go along with this, taking the offered hand.]

Where are we going?

「Oh? He knows his name-- yeah, he does, is it normal to be tired inside a dream? Could be the atmosphere, could be the fact that he's been dreaming too much. Who knows? The teen grips his hand tightly, just in case. He starts pulling, gently towards the coffin.」

Why are you running?

[[cw for violence against children/potential gore]]

[The town is little more than a collection of inexpertly-made shacks, some of them leaning heavily due to the desert earth beneath them giving way now and again. It's a warm night- moonless, with the stars so vivid in the sky that you can see the lighter shades of the galaxy streaked overhead. There's a campfire in the middle of it all, and as you're drawn closer to it, you can hear the whoops and hollers of people carrying on. Some kind of party, maybe.

Someone forces a wooden cup into your hands, so roughly cut that it almost gives you splinters, but there's some kind of darkly bitter beer inside. Valuable, and given freely.

The people here are different, but it's hard to put a pin on exactly why. The clothes are as awkwardly-made as the houses, as the cups, and leather seems to be the material of choice. Affection is shown openly, bumping noses in a warm nuzzle or ruffling the hair on a child's head. Nails aren't trimmed, there's dirt on the back of necks, feet are bare just about everywhere.

Nevertheless it's peaceful, passionate, joyful.

A shadow moves near your vision, but disappears quickly behind a nearby hovel. Probably a trick of the light. Another fragment of movement. Another. The fire throws the shadows into darkness and it's difficult to make out what exactly is there, but it's something, and it's creeping, and it doesn't bode well at all.]

It truly is a good job he's pulled off the ramp and into a jump; had it been up to Eddie he would have totally chickened out. If Ephemera ever wanted to know if someone could break the sound barrier by shrieking, he's certainly going to find out. It's all Eddie can do but to scream, unaware that the radio is on and he's probably rupturing someone's eardrums with the volume and the fact it's super high pitched. So what if he screams like a girl? Anyone falling this velocity and at such a great rate would certainly make the same noise, right?

Thankfully Ephemera is within grabbing range, Eddie clinging to a leg and yelling again. Is he even breathing?! What if he forgets to breathe in between all this screaming?!

"WE'RE DOOMED!!"

Squash one, squash two, squash three-

[The first thing you hear is singing. A small girl's voice, to be exact, and when you take stock of your surroundings, it's easy enough to find her, though she's facing away from you at the moment, crouched on the ground and twisting the grass and wildflowers in her fingers. Her hair is light blonde, but cut short and sharp, in harsh contrast to the rest of her soft features.

The field she's in is large and open, dotted by various barnlike structures. A herd of cows is moving nearby, and it's peaceful. More peaceful than it has any right to be, the kind of peace that eases your stress away so completely that it's difficult to remember what you were anxious about in the first place.

She keeps counting in her soft, singsong voice as she rips a flower or two out of the ground and sniffs at it, the motion more doglike than anything. Upon moving closer, if you're particularly observant you will notice that instead of feet poking out from the bottom of her dress, she has thin, elegant-looking hooves, which she's carefully balanced on.

Eventually, she finishes her song and jumps upward, spinning triumphantly.]

Ready or not-

[She spots you and pauses, tilting her head. There's an incriminating flower hanging out of her mouth, and she chews on it thoughtfully while she stares.]

You?

「Atem stares at her, what could a woman like her have done to be treated like this? Surely something terrible that gets lost in between the chatter of his Priests and his Vizier. One of the Priests, one dressed in golds and blues comes fort before her, blocking (on purpose) the view.」

We will be the judges of that, woman. Priest Shada, if you please.

「There is some spite in his voice when he talks to her, a mere reflection of Atem's own dislike for this job. Judging others it's loathsome, as beneficial as it could be for the world, just a reminder of the darkness that could hide in people's hearts. Another priest approaches, bringing before her a large Ankh made of gold, it somehow resembles a key.」

Millennium Key! Show me this woman's heart!

「It shines with some kind of magical and extraordinary power--」

There is certainly a monster there, my King!

「The Pharaoh frowns, figures...

A third priest approaches to her, he's the older of the six, and he wears a fake golden eye.」

And now I, High Priest Akhenaden, will use the Millennium Eye to reveal the true form of that Ka!

「Yet again, the golden artifact glows and emits a radiant light that pierces through every shadow if the room, and something starts forcing itself out of the young woman. Atem leans on his seat, waiting. How terrible is her Ka going to be, he wonders.」

[Jo's had this dream before, but it's been a while, and somehow this time feels different. She isn't sure if it's because she's different or-

She looks up, finally, and catches sight of George in the corner. That's never happened before. Instead of focusing on Sam's taunts she focuses on George, nodding silently.

It's okay. She's made it through this before.]

[Rosen instinctively follows the sound of a child singing. It's both a familiar and bittersweet sound for him and he seeks it out in the same way someone pursues the sweetness of a pomegranate, finding it only after spitting out seeds that catch in the throw or feel heavy in the mouth.

When he sees the girl he slows to a stop. At first he says nothing. Only when she turns to look at him questioningly, does he speak]

Hello. [He takes a single step closer, trying to keep a friendly smile] Are you lost?

「Okay, this is new, which is why Atem (and his six priests) seem just to be looking at this... metal person.」

Priest Seto, is this your idea of a joke?

I assure you, it is not, my Pharaoh! Priest Mahad! It was you, wasn't it?

N-no! I would never--!

「And while these guys get into some heated discussion, Atem actually stands from the throne, his Vizier following close.」

Pharaoh, Pharaoh, wait, please return to the throne--

I want to see what this is, Siamun. 「Atem ignores everything and doesn't stop until he's before this shiny guy.」

What are you?

Edited (i'll stop now im sorry sdfsdf) 2017-10-15 21:03 (UTC)

[delight]

[The palace is beautiful - beautiful and lively. The ballroom (since that seems to be what it is) is lavishly decorated in red and gold, sweeping glass windows reflecting the red light from the river below. Rich, flawless music is playing, and all the attendees are attired in elegant clothings, gowns and coats and elaborate hairdos.

There are guards along the walls, but their armor is more decorative than useful. This is clearly a kingdom at peace, full of happy people and content citizens. In fact, a glance outside shows a view of the city - also in the midst of a celebration, people in the streets and vendors all around. This fancy party is not only for the nobility in the palace, but the common people as well. And of course it is. It's Rhy's birthday.

He's mingling, a wineglass in one hand and an easy smile on his face. When he sees you, he wastes no time, making excuses to his conversation partner and slipping through the throngs of well-bred partiers with a smile here and a friendly word there.]

Fantastic! I didn't think you'd make it.

[sorrow]

[This time, the palace is just as beautiful, but everything feels wrong. The halls are empty, save for a guard here and there, steadfastly ignoring anyone who passes unless they seem like a threat. There are no lights, no music, no party. And you're not in the ballroom, but rather outside a dimly-lit study.

Inside is Rhy. He has a bottle of wine next to him, nearly gone, and it looks like he's forgone the use of a glass this time. Straight from the bottle, just as God intended it. He's quite drunk and quite melancholy, and unlike the party - there's no one else there. Not a soul. For someone who's as personable as Rhy, it's odd, and it adds to the lonely air of the dream.

Outside the windows is darkness. It's late at night, or maybe early in the morning. Just the right time to be miserable. Rhy does not look up when someone enters, merely taking another swig from his bottle, but he knows someone's there.]

Nearly out. Get me another, would you?

[or toss another emotion at me!]

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behold how little i love myself, tagging more than i said i would /s h r u gs!

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Rome | Sorrow

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Ronan | Hope

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domo arigato misuta robotto!

Rhy Maresh | open