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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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► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► 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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Maine growls, and Wash smiles again, punching his friend lightly on the shoulder.

"He says he knows."

She may have been being sarcastic, but they seem to be embracing it anyway.

I've gotten better.

[ He used to be pretty bad at helping people, but his time as Blue Team leader has changed that. Having to guide the others, and help Carolina work through her baggage, made a huge difference. ]

Lucky me.

[He's being really sweet, but she's starting to feel a little squirmy because she doesn't know how to respond to it gracefully, so time for a subject change.]

So is Washington like, a code name or something?

[ the party is beautiful. people are smiling, laughing, having fun. of all the cities in the world this is the place to be right now.

Cashmere smiles as he approaches. ]

And miss all this? Not for anything. [ she embraces him, a quick air kiss over each cheek. ] Happy Birthday.

[ Oh. She's from Earth, so of course she caught on to that. Wash is quiet for a moment, then nods. ]

Agent Washington is the code name I was given when I joined Freelancer. After everything, it didn't feel right to go back to using my birth name. Whenever someone used it, they were just trying to get in my head.

[ The Counselor, the Director. He hadn't felt like David anymore, didn't want to go back to being David anyway. Washington wasn't exactly a persona but it was a shield, and it was him taking responsibility.

Maybe someday he'll be David again. When Freelancer is really, truly, actually behind them. But it's not, not yet. Carolina calls him David sometimes, in quiet moments, heart to hearts. Not often. ]

I can't switch back until it's really over. But my actual friends just call me Wash.

Laughter echoes in the radios, Ephemera's team somewhere below them. It's good natured. Ephemera shifts into a track drive and doesn't shake Eddie off. It's fine. He'll calm down once he gets used to the sensation. "Nah, we're fine. We're flying."

They are. The sky stretches out before them, endless and beautiful.

[Aren just crosses her arms and watches him, having a feeling he's going to adjust course again before long.]

...not really, when the coffin keeps showing up in front of you. You can keep doing that if you want, but I have a feeling it's going to get old after a while.

Did you ever get to say goodbye to him?

[Said casually; she doesn't really know him, and if it wasn't for being directly pulled into this, she wouldn't ask. But Aren is here, so she might as well figure out what's what.]

[That makes sense. Kyna smiles at him a little, tugging on his arm playfully.]

Oooh, mysterious, huh?

Ugh, god, you're such a nerd.

[She nods at Maine.]

Both of you.

[ What, does she want to know his real name? Probably, Wash acknowledges, but. Somehow that's more difficult than even talking about Epsilon. More personal. ]

It's not meant to be?

I'm teasing you.

[Because this conversation has been heavy and she wants to lighten it up a little. She tugs her arm free from his and stretches, both hands above her head and back arching, before she flops back onto the couch cushions.]

I'll call you whatever you want.

Just Wash.

[ She's not holding on to him anymore so Wash takes the opportunity to stretch a little himself, rake a hand through his hair and look at her curiously. ]

What should we do now?

[She shrugs a little.]

You mean with these fucked up dreams? I don't think there's anything we can do.

[Judges. Abigail shakes her head, thinking of Hannibal's promise that he'd never let this happen to her. And then one of the judges says the words she's hated all her life. Words that have a different meaning to her. People have accused her of having a monster in her, inherited from her father, and she wonders about it herself.]

I don't have a monster. My dad was the monster! Not me! I'm not a monster! I'm not!

[She shouts, trying to be heard above the talk of things she doesn't understand, keys, millennium eye, a king, she can't understand what it has to do with her crimes. Her words turn into panicked screams as something starts to emerge from her.

[A set of feet appear first, massive bird feet with razor sharp talons. Abigail stares at them in horror and screams. To her, they seemed like they have been designed to tear flesh apart. It was why they called her father the shrike, comparing him to a bird that rips the organs out of its prey to devour later. And though she denies it - she helped her father in order to save her own life. She knows some of the evil stains her too.]

[Next to emerge is the body. It's also huge, looking like the body of a deer, but with wings that block more of her view, leaving her feeling almost as if she's alone with the creature. Her screaming stops, replaced by crying.]

[Last is the head. It's the head of a dog, cute and seemingly out of place with the rest of the beast. If the others look into its eyes, they'll see a sadness there. As if the pup only wanted to run to someone for love and attention, but has been abused too much too do so. The creature looks around, waiting instruction, even if it's an instruction to attack or kill. Another reflection of Abigail following her father's orders and then Hannibal's.]

[The creature opens its mouth, revealing a set of teeth that seem capable of shredding its prey with ease and a set of antlers emerge from the dog-head. Even though she has no clue what's happening, Abigail recognizes them. Her father impaled his victims on antlers like that. She tries to turn and run, but the chains cause her to fall to the ground where she crawls as best she can with her chained hands]

Oh, I just meant now, actually.

[ He waves a hand at the room in general. What should they do in this moment, now that they're done talking about their horrible pasts? ]

...hopefully the dreams will stop. Before someone sees something they shouldn't.

Oh. Um, yeah. Hopefully.

[She's already seen way more than Michael ever wanted her to see, she's sure, and she's worried about Tucker and Harlan's secrets getting out, except there's no way for her to make sure that doesn't happen.]

Uh... I'm sorry. If I saw anything you didn't want me to, I mean.

[ Wash is quiet for a moment. It wasn't a terribly personal dream that she saw, and it ended... happy. As much as he doesn't like people in his head that's pretty much the best case scenario. ]

It wasn't a bad dream. It's fine.

[ Next time they might not be so lucky. ]

[Just being here sets part of Adam at ease. He knows this must be a dream - they've all been having dreams, and this is the Barns, a place they could only visit in a dream. But he's content anyway. He's missed this, even if it isn't really his to miss. Part of him covets it, always will, and part of him knows that someday maybe it will be his to miss.

The voice is familiar, and he approaches Ronan's Orphan Girl with the cautious care he always uses with her.

He wonders if she could be real. In Ronan's dreams, you just never know. Cabeswater might be able to tell him, but he doesn't ask. He's only happy to see her, to see her happy instead of tense or afraid.]

Don't let Ronan teach you any more songs. He only knows bad ones.

[And Irish competition ones, apparently.]

The touch drags Drake out of his own head, where he was remembering Mr Boss and Blaine and those fucking lab techs... He sighs.

"I'm okay," he says again, softer this time. "Can we go sit down? I'm not getting back to sleep but I'm still tired."

Okay, cool.

[So, back to his original question.]

Uh... I don't know what to do. We can just hang out. It sounds like you don't really do that much.

No, I'm pretty busy. Not here, though.

[ He can only spend so many hours a day training. ]

there's one for the sorrow and two for the joy and three for the girls and four for the boys. (sorrow, obviously.)

You're in a garden. It's a small garden, the kind people keep in their yards; this one is attached to a small home, in an old city, something European but not immediately familiar. There are three figures in the garden when you approach: there's Mello, clothed in black as always, carefully pulling weeds from the bushes; near him, kneeling on the ground is a woman, not much older than him, blonde like him, the same blue eyes, the same cheekbones, a kind smile on her face; the third is another woman, not like the other two, someone you may recognize from Hadriel, wearing a skeleton outfit that looks entirely out of place, sitting in a garden chair with a cup of tea.

When you draw close enough, the blonde woman looks up at you, doesn't recognize you but doesn't need to. Even if you're a stranger, her smile doesn't falter.

"I'm very proud of my son," she says, glancing to Mello.

The other woman blows gently on her cup of tea, follows the blonde woman's gaze to Mello, then looks up at you.

"I wasn't always proud of my son," she says, "but I always believed in him."

So you don't know how to have fun is what you're telling me.

We've established my life isn't conductive to downtime.

[She laughs, elbowing him.]

Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't worry, I'm here to rescue you. Like your... Knight in cool as hell armor or something.

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