Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

[hadrielmods]

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
► 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!
► 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.

Comments

[hardwearing]

Alright. I'm listening, where do we start?

[blessedmaiden]

That's the spirit of the party! Too many creatures here have different body shapes and creating an elegant dance that suits them all so everything is about rhythm and movements, the summoner can hardly call herself a dancer but she's having fun and that's all that matters. The wooden floor trembles under their feet when the Titan joins their dance, but no one seems to worry about it.

"Oh, you are wonderful! What's more important than good company in a happy day?" The young summoner bounces on her feet "And if you want to do more- just ask! Titan could throw you like he did for me, maybe someone can fly you around the village or... I don't even know!" Rydia just wants to enjoy the celebration as long as it lasts.

[evocation]

[She hums thoughtfully, considering.]

Uh, are you super married to the idea of not leaving without your armor?

nick rivenna | open | will match prose or brackets

[bekommen]

all we are is dust in the wind. (sorrow)

You walk into the sanctuary of a church. It's an old church, not large but decent-sized for a small town, dark wood and stained glass windows; the pews are filled with people dressed in black. Mourners. This isn't a joyous celebration - this is a funeral.

A casket sits at the front of the room, dark polished wood like the pews, closed. Displayed next to it is the portrait of a man, mid-thirties with dark, close-cropped hair and a strong jawline, smiling warmly. In the front pew sits a young girl, eight years old, wearing a stiff black dress and tights, long dark hair falling loose over her shoulders. She hides her face behind her hair because she doesn't want anyone to see the tears spilling from her piercing blue eyes. Some of the mourners gathered are open about their grief, but this girl cries silently, doing all in her power to make herself small and invisible.

Nick appears at your side, frowning, somber. She isn't dressed for a funeral, just as she usually is, in dark jeans and a black T-shirt, the design half hidden under a blue checked flannel shirt pulled over and left unbuttoned.

"This," she says, quietly, at your shoulder, "is the day my entire life went to shit."

[requiemshark]

"Yeah," Ephemera says. He takes his hand back, not sure if it was the right or wrong thing to do. "Do you want coffee or anything?"

[hardwearing]

We're in a long term committed relationship, at least.

I can do pretty much anything in armor, you know.

thank you, that was such a beautiful tag to read

[puzzlingly]

「Atem observes the monster coming out of her and, well, he's both repulsed and amazed by it. Why does a seemingly innocent woman like that has such a terrible monster inside of her, what the hell did she do? The question is not only that, but if she's capable of doing so again.

But he sees her crying and trying to get away from it, he's seen that reaction before from people unaware of the evil they can do. Either she truly thought she's innocent or that she could simply hide these horrible truths from the world. They always come to the light...」

Hurry up, Seto.

「The man in blues nods at him, he raises the golden rod in his possession at the monster and howls. 」

Evil Ka! Dark spirit of chaos! Begone--and enter the holy stone!

「The rod shines, just as the rest of the artifacts had, the light surrounds the monster and it is pushed forcefully into a stone slab in a side of the room that had been previously prepared for this sole purpose. An engraving of the spirit monster appears on it and then everything comes to an and, all that can be heard are the sobs of the woman.」

Bring her before me.

「Atem finally speaks. The six priests and his Vizier look at him, as if they weren't believing what they are hearing. They will not go against his wishes, however. The guards that brought her in, lift her by her arms and walk her towards the throne, then force her to kneel before Atem.」

What did you do?

[braveoff]

Drake considers that, heading for Ephemera's living room. It doesn't seem right to invade his bed, but he definitely wants to flop.

"Maybe in a couple hours?"

[unknowable]

[He doesn't know the story here. How can he? But the sadness is clear enough, and sound of someone driving away. He isn't sure whose dream this is - not immediately - and he isn't sure what to say. Adam is not one for empty words of comfort, but he also doesn't want to hurt her unnecessarily.

He tries to be gentle, at least. He isn't always good at that, either.]

Do you think he will?

[evocation]

[Kyna raises her eyebrows and then, in a teasing tone with a total shit eating grin.]

Anything, huh?

[hardwearing]

[ Uh oh. What the hell is it she wanted to do? ]

...yeah?

[evocation]

Oh my God.

[He totally missed that. She shakes her head, getting up and then reaching for his hand to tug him up after her.]

Forget it. Let's find something to do.

[hardwearing]

[ Wash blinks, and then -- it clicks. Oh. His eyes widen a little, color rising to his cheeks under the freckles. ]

Wait, you didn't-- why would we have to leave for that?

[evocation]

[She bursts out laughing again.]

God, we don't, but you said you could do anything in your armor, so I was testing you.

[Read: Teasing him.]

[hardwearing]

Fine, almost anything.

[ He lets her tug him up, a little wary now about how to navigate that joke. It was just a joke, right? ]

So you don't... I mean. [ Oh my god Wash do you even people? ]

[evocation]

Don't what?

[Use your words, Wash!]

[hardwearing]

[ Yeah no he's just gonna glance towards his room like ???

Where's Tucker when you need him? ]

[evocation]

[God, Wash. Good thing Kyna has no shame when it comes to this, at least.]

Are you trying to ask me if I want to sleep with you or not?

[hardwearing]

Okay when you spit it out like that it makes me sound like a creep.

[blessedmaiden]

Rydia brighten up when she hears Aren's voice- more friends to have fun with, sweet! She happily bounces in her direction waving her arms, guests aren't usually allowed in the Feymarch but perhaps the eidolons let the dwarf lady in because... at least she's not human?

"This? This is my family!" Her simple reply is filled with pride and joy "Or, if you're asking why we're throwing a party... well, we're celebrating a good hunt and the safe return of those who ventured on the surface to gather food for us all." She pauses picking a piece of roasted meat and taking a large bite from it, Rydia never questioned what kind of creatures she was being fed in the Feymarch and it was probably for the better "It's not like the eidolons would let us starve, mind you, but this all still is what brave creatures brought home for us- and it's only right to show them appreciation." Her lips curve in a large grin "especially in such a glorious way. I love this kind of things." It may be a somehow distorted memory of her homeworld, the Feymarch has rarely been so loud, but the summoner can't really tell the difference in her dreams "Are you enjoying yourself?"

[evocation]

It's okay. I'll give you a pass.

[She grins.]

And I mean, yeah, but maybe not right this second when a kid could show up or whatever.

I am so sorry about her.

[outofthefire]

[Laura is basically in shock because 1) she nearly got smushed by a car and 2) the guy who rescued her has blue skin. which she's never seen before. so she's assuming he has to be from outer space like Superman, right? only a little more blue and a little less Christopher Reeve]

I. You. You saved me. Thanks.

[hardwearing]

[ Oh. Shit.

Wash struggles to keep his eyes on her face, because sure he's aware she's hot but he wasn't really looking with that in mind before. Now? He's curious.

His mouth quirks a little at the mention of Eleven. ]

Well. That's always going to be a risk.

[evocation]

I have an apartment too, you know.

[She pulls on his hand again.]

Come on. I'm gonna make you go into the speakeasy if it kills me.

[hardwearing]

That your armed and magic using friends just randomly stroll into.

[ Not that he thinks he'd actually be in danger, just. Of mortification.

But speaking of danger. ]

...out of armor.