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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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「Unfortunately for this guy, offending the Court and the Pharaoh is quite an offence, which is why, one of the guards that dragged him in, simply decides to kick him on the ribs.」

Shut up, scum! Learn your place, you're before our god on earth! Show some respect!

「So feisty, at least this might be entertaining.」

God, okay, I'll let the armor thing slide this time, just for you.

I'll lose the helmet if it's clear inside?

[ That's about as much as he's willing to concede. Because he's pretty sure she'd be ashamed to be seen with him drinking through a straw in his helmet. ]

[He doesn't really have any idea what any of this means, but the atmosphere of the place is affecting nonetheless. It's creepy, frankly, with the darkness and the sounds in the distance and the ominous text.

But this must be a dream. Adam is aware enough to figure that out - it seems like he's been in a different dream every night, and only a couple of them have been his own. He doesn't know who this might belong to, though, and that makes him tense and a little frightened.

Which means that when he turns the corner and sees Alphys, it's a relief. He wouldn't call them friends, exactly - Adam is awful at making friends - but he likes her, and he feels like she's unlikely to be a huge danger. But you never know.]

Did you lose the password? Or are you trying to break in?

Good.

[She links her arm with his again and starts to head for the door.]

Let's go.

Kyna. Armor.

[ She promised he could wear it like five seconds ago, he's not a goldfish.

He extricates his arm from her grip and crosses to the table where he left all his gear... then just starts stripping. Doesn't even think about it, because he's so used to communal spaces. She'll notice lots of scars, knife and bullet wounds especially on his chest and back... and some questionable marks on his forearms. ]

[Margaery takes in her surroundings, smiling. and his memories of coffee are so strong that they permeate her own memories]

Yes, I think I'd prefer it that way. I have a weakness for sweets, you know.

Right, right.

[She's not subtle. She's also not subtle when she checks him out, because that's totally cool to do now, right? The scars are pretty obvious, and her eyes especially catch on the ones on his arms, but she doesn't say anything.]

You just wanna wear it to make me feel even shorter.

[the rod hits the same side it hit before, ensuring that those ribs are broken. the electricity shoots through her and she screams in pain. she curls in on herself protectively, then she tries getting past the machine to the woman behind it]

May you go to the seven hells! [Margaery screams in rage] Processing?! What is that? You're not doing that to me!

((ooc: harlan has an opt out post if you'd like to check that out before threading with him. his abuse history might come up in these threads, but i won't open that can of worms with anyone who hasn't given me that go-ahead on his permissions post.))

sorrow

[It's 1988 and it's summer and Mom is in the shower. He has ten, maybe fifteen minutes before he has to go back inside. He has to go back to school soon. Tomorrow, maybe, or next week? He can't always keep the days straight when he isn't in school. He likes school okay because it's the only time Mom lets him be by himself. He wants to be alone now. He knows, somehow, that he won't get to be alone again for a long time because his fourth grade teacher will call CPS and he'll be shuffled between a lot of families before he stays with one long enough to remember their names.

But right now, the sun is setting and Mom is in the shower and he's caught a rabbit in the trap he built for the garden. He's skipped the part where he climbed up the shelf in the shed to find a trowel, and he's kneeling over the trap, watching the rabbit. It's brown and breathing fast. Sometimes he catches squirrels and gophers but he likes rabbits best. Their eyes look like people eyes. It's watching him back.

He wants to be alone. He's supposed to be alone here, but he's not. Someone is here with him, and he's going to get in trouble if they catch him. They'll tell Mom he's been killing animals again.

He reaches into the trap and he pulls the squirming rabbit out by the ears and he presses its head into the grass with one hand. He raises the trowel with the other. It's not that sharp, but it works okay. He's done this before.]

Edited (math crimes) 2017-10-16 02:14 (UTC)

[Kyna wanders the halls for a while, trying to get her bearings, but it's only when she stumbles upon Rhy that it clicks. She feels, strangely, like she shouldn't be here, but she also desperately wants someone to talk to, so she approaches him immediately. She's never seen him this quiet, she doesn't think, and certainly not this... sad. He question catches her off guard and she stops a few feet from him, frowning.]

Uh, no. Get it yourself. What happened?

So all of these people and that king died for nothing? [Laura sounds torn between anger and disgust at the notion]

[the sound of the spikes hitting the ground rings in Laura's ears and she winces. she watches Aren handling the body carefully, hanging on for far longer than Laura would have been able to. she stumbles back a few more steps as the body finally falls to the ground near her and lets Aren see to arranging the body]

All right. What did he look like? Maybe I can help? [Laura's voice trails off at the end, as though she's not sure how much help she'll be]

[George's eyes fix on Wash and the white-armored man holding him by the neck. she's just about to charge back in to try to help him when he's dropped, the other man falling to the ground. George watches Wash rush over to him, pulling off his helmet. that Wash knows this man is obvious by how he's reacting, so she summons her courage, goes to their side, and asks]

Does he need CPR or--or anything else? I know first aid, I could try to help?

Now what are they supposed to do? Drake's alive, breathing, and now that he's confirmed that, Ephemera feels like an idiot for panicking. It was just a dream. A fucked up, very realistic dream they somehow shared. But still a dream.

Ephemera runs his hand through his hair.

"Right," he murmurs. "....you wanna play cards or something?"

[it sounds like the type of hurtful dream that would reoccur. George feels awful for Jo. she's closer than a best friend, she's the big sister George never had or knew she wanted and all she wants to do is try to ease her pain

George sees Jo's nod, confirming what she's seen and heard and she feels awful about it.

she can finally move, so she walks over to Jo, lightly placing her hand on Jo's shoulder to try and support her]

What he wants, he really shouldn't.

"Sure, grab 'em."

He sits on the couch, rubbing his face and trying to find the line of what's appropriate and what's not. Sweets' advice was sound, it made sense and Drake knows he should take it. But then Ephemera comes over with the deck of cards and.

Just for a little while. It won't hurt anything.

"...we can play in a minute," he says, reaching up and snagging Ephemera's hand, tugging him down on the next cushion instead of letting him settle farther away. Just a minute. He turns, leaning back against the arm of the couch and hoping Ephemera takes the hint.

[Jo doesn't know who the man is, or the other girl, but she hangs back, watching Ellie as she smiles and dances. It's a new look for the teenager, and Jo likes it.

She hangs back until the man finishes the song and finally approaches, smiling softly.]

Hey.

((ooc: starters in comments, and plotting stuff is here! you can hmu at

mippins too!!))

[Jo follows the two inside from a distance, watching them as they start sparring.

She can see the resemblance. A relative of some sort. It's good. She knows how lonely it can be here in Hadriel, to be without anyone from your world.

It's good that he's here.]

They'll play cards for a while, Drake will kick his ass, and when morning comes around, they'll both be better. It was a bad dream. A bad fucking nightmare that was somehow more than that, but it's done. Ephemera digs out the cards and is ready to get them out and start shuffling when Drake takes his hand.

It's not like before.

And--

Let it be simple, Ephemera tells himself. Just let it be simple for a minute and don't think. He sets the cards down leans against Drake, closes his eyes and just breathes. It's easy, suddenly, to put his head against Drake's chest and listen for his heartbeat. The slowness of it doesn't scare him anymore.

They're holding hands, he thinks. It ought to be ridiculous and somehow isn't.

[Jo takes a careful sip of the offered beer, trying to pretend like she hadn't seen the shadow.

But she knows better, her instincts from a few years of hunting have her trying to catch a glimpse of it.]

「He never remembers how this dream starts, but he can feel it already, the burning sensation down his chest, the anger that a mere memory can bring. He's out there, he's watching him...」

BAKURA! SHOW YOURSELF!

「Wherever he turns, there is only dark, but he can feel the sand under his feet, too cold for his likening. To say that it doesn't scare him at least a little would be an understatement, but it's not the fear what drives him, it never has, it's the hope to finally get rid of him. Of the damn thief that ruined his life completely.」

Edited 2017-10-16 01:28 (UTC)

Jo recognizes the scene too easily. Her father's funeral was a Hunter's burial, but back home they had a regular service, with an empty casket and the whole town there to mourn Bill Harvelle. She had been about the same age too, but she hadn't hidden her tears.

When Nick speaks at her shoulder, she swallows, turning slowly.

"I get it."

Edited 2017-10-16 01:22 (UTC)

Ephemera settles against him and against all better judgment Drake drapes his free arm around his friend's shoulders, holds on. Shifts his grip with the other hand so their fingers tangle together. Just for a minute. It's not a big deal.

God, he's fucked.

[Sam hasn't stopped talking in the background, his voice still echoing as he goes over the story again.

Jo relaxes under George's touch, taking a deep breath.]

It's okay.

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Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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Harlan Halliday | ota | cw: animal abuse/death, gore, mentions of child abuse

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hope delight rage sorrow | closed to bakura

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