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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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It's an awful thing to say, to let another person hear. Ephemera keeps his eyes closed, trying to breathe normally. He focuses on how Drake is holding him, the way he tenses up and holds him steady. It doesn't hurt. It's careful. "He helped me. In the dream."

It wasn't real, but it's something.

"I should. Thank him for that."

Drake considers that, gives a little nod that Ephemera can feel. His chin brushing against the other man's hair.

"I think that's a good place to start."

It's--something. A start, like Drake says.

Ephemera puts his hand on Drake's arm. Squeezes just a little. The nightmare feels further away now. This is better. Safer. He can hear Drake breathing and the solidness of him is comforting. This is real. It's not going to fade if he opens his eyes.

"Can we just--stay? For a little."

Just for a little.

( There's a flash of the stands that she shouldn't, logically, be able to get at this speed - the absence of five people without warning, a huge gap between faceless masses. She doesn't notice Rosen, nor the indistinct competitors and the way they fizzle away like mist dissolving in the air. All she sees is the nothingness in the stands until that's gone too and the arena becomes a field, steel seating stands giving way to rich green grass and smatterings of trees.

She stops, skids, looks around. Doesn't need to catch her breath for some reason, even though she's been running far longer than the race requires- )

... I know you?

( Her eyes settle on Rosen and, for a minute, Kate looks confused, as if she can't place who he is or why he should be here with her in the first place. )

The correct response to that escapes Drake, and for a moment he feels vaguely guilty. Sit on it, Sweets told him. So he will. But he knows, and Ephemera doesn't, and it doesn't seem fair to lie here enjoying this in any way when he's supposed to be. What? Just helping. Guiding his friend through something traumatic and difficult and not thinking about what it means that they're lying tangled together while doing so.

He breathes, realizes he's taking too long to answer. But he certainly hasn't let go.

"Yeah. I'm not going anywhere."

( It's been said before, brown eyes and shared habits (Marc smooths down his shirt and brushes his hair back in the same way Kate does) makes it easy to think they're related by more than hours, days, years of time spent together. Siblings in all but blood, ever exaggerating that kinship where they can - hair, tattoos (Marc more than Kate, she liked piercings better but they're hard to keep around with a career path like hers). )

Is someone there?

( Kate nods, glancing over at where Jo stands as she tosses a handful of knives towards Marc's legs. He doesn't shift at all, only the briefest twitch of his fingers before the three blades still in mid-air. )

Good. Maybe they can help you.

( It's all good-natured and Kate rolls her eyes, tossing another knife, still holding on to her longbow without using it. )

Says th' kid who panicked so bad during his spars with 'Licia that he buried her sword in th' wall.

( She jumps in a high arc as soon as Marc fires back the blades he holds in front of him, flipping back into the stands. )

So... you gonna join us?

( He tosses the words over his shoulder as the knives clatter into the colosseum's stands. )

The answer doesn't come right away and Ephemera almost starts to think he did something wrong, that he was--too much. But in the end, Drake stays. Holds him gently, and Ephemera just nods. Keeps his eyes closed. What they have is important and Ephemera desperately wants to keep it. The connection. This moment, Drake's arm draped over him and his breathing strong and steady. He'd gotten used to being alone, in most ways. And now, suddenly, he's not.

Except that Drake has Liv and--

Well.

Ephemera shifts a little, leaning back against Drake, and just breathes.

He'll be fine. [with the great weight of someone who has done this a thousand times. This is fine. Everything is fine.] At least that's how I know it's really him.

[Corazon grins around his cigarette. "Still a stick in the mud after all these years. Law. Come on..."]

No. You never learn.

Eventually the guilt and worry pass, leaving Drake just feeling tired. He leans his head against the back of the couch and considers whether or not it would be okay to fall asleep again, or if that's asking for trouble. For more people wandering into his dreams, seeing things he doesn't want them to. Maybe they should have made coffee after all, but he's loathe to move Ephemera now. In case this is the last time they're like this with each other, because he really needs to pull it together.

Despite wanting to stay awake, he dozes. And when he wakes up, Ephemera is snoring softly against his chest and there's light streaming in the living room windows.

"Hey." He jostles his friend lightly. "It's morning, man."

[When the attack finally happens, it happens with precision. This was planned and executed by an organized force. Shots ring out, snapping into the air like a thunderclap and several of the wolves drop on the spot, dead before they hit the ground.

The panic sets in. It doesn't quite register at first- it's delayed, but soon enough, comprehension dawns and people start screaming. Families try to find one another, fathers reaching for their children to pick up and carry away. Several of the wolves start shifting on the spot, tearing through their clothing, gnashing their teeth as they try to locate the shooters. They're targeted next, though they don't go down quite as easily once they've shifted, and the second volley is not as effective as the first.

They're wearing uniforms- the attackers, that is, and once one of them finally comes to light, shouldering her rifle for a handgun so she can more efficiently disperse of the panicked werewolves at closer range, the uniform looks almost familiar.

Her hair is silver, braided tightly back, and she carries herself with a ruthless efficiency, lifting her weapon and shooting a nearby partygoer through the skull. She advances calmly on one of the wolves who has already shifted, her intention as clear as day. Others start to similarly emerge from the shadows- three or four of them in all, one of whom looks... well, it's difficult to make out who he is in the light of the fire, but it shouldn't be difficult to put two and two together.

It's chaos, it's panic. Tucker might want to find some cover, lest he wind up like the already-dead wolves on the ground.]

It's just for a moment. They'll linger and when it's done, they'll play cards. Ephemera will curse and struggle to keep up, and Drake will win fewer hands than he could. There's comfort in the repetition, in knowing exactly how it will end. And he doesn't intend to sleep, but Drake is warm and steady and Ephemera keeps his eyes closed. Breathes.

Lets go.

There are no dreams. And when Ephemera wakes up, blinking, there's sunlight in the room.

Drake is still there. He stayed the whole time.

Ephemera rubs his face with a groan. "Oh."

Morning means he has to get up.

He shifts to meet Drake's eyes briefly. "Thanks. For staying."

It ought to be said.

The exhaustion hits like a sledgehammer and Kate gasps for air as though it'll feed her aching bones and dull the pain. No idea where she is but the urgency claws at the back of her mind - move, you have to move - kicking instinct into gear and getting her feet to shift, one in front of the other in a painful shuffle that turns into slow steps as she adjusts, barely, to running on nothing.

She's done this before, but never has it felt so necessary. Never has she had to push herself like this, alone and helpless, in indistinguishable lands. And the sounds of footsteps and breathing snap her head to the side, eyes wide and hand grabbing for a bag that isn't at her side. Something to defend-

But the sounds are too much like her own, heavy and exhausted, and recognition finally sets in as she sees familiar armour. She digs deep in the hope of finding some thread of stamina she hasn't lost, but there's nothing. Not even the slightest burst of normal speed, let alone anything better.

"Henry!" She settles for calling out, though it's more of a groan and less of a shout.

"Anytime," Drake tells him, and means it. No matter what's going on in his head, whatever distance he has to find, he'll never not be there. His hands slip away as Ephemera sits up and stretches a little, stiff from the position they'd been in.

"Can I take you up on that coffee now?"

The spandex suit is ridiculous, really. She looks like she belongs in a bad fitness video, the kind she would have found in the piles of videos by the TV as a kid. The green clashes horribly with her hair, but it is - ultimately - more practical to run and jump across the city in something skin-tight and stretchy than, say, a miniskirt.

Kate comes to a halt at the edge of a roof as she catches a glance of a familiar shape in the sky - Genesis, right? - and exhales. Always a little bit jealous of the flying thing, even as the nondescript city stretches out before her, full of promise and life.

"Show-off." Always a little bit jealous, but she can't blame the guy for enjoying it. If she could fly...

Strangely, Ephemera remembers the twins then. Crashing between them on the floor of a pelican and waking up to find them both clinging in the morning, Chica threatening to take pictures. The way he always slept well between them, never had any nightmares that couldn't be conquered. How he always felt safe listening to them breathing.

He never wanted to reach out and kiss them when he woke up, though.

Ephemera tucks the cards into his sweatshirt pocket and decides he's not going to think about that. "Coffee I can do. I've even got sugar."

'S a bit lame, innit? ( Of all the people that could come to help, the short teenager with her hands in her pockets and brown hair tossed into messy pigtails, looking for all the world like she doesn't have time for any of this shit, is probably not the hero this story deserves.

... She's not really the hero of this story in the first place. She's just a snotty brat, mostly. )

Don't even hear kids calling anyone rabbit-eared.

( Eyeroll. Get with the times dude. Of course, Kate doesn't hear kids calling anyone rabbit eared in her life because that's simply not a thing, but for the moment, it feels as though she's always been here. And she thinks there's a whole host of better insults in the world.

And it's also kind of lame that an adult is getting so worked up about two kids that looks around her age, so she steps on over, standing next to the two with a brow raised defiantly.

She hasn't so much as thrown a punch before, but whatever. )

"Perfect. I'll be right there."

He gets up and tugs his sweatshirt down where it's ridden up, probably due to the lack of shirt underneath. Now that it's daytime, he's wondering if coming over in just pajama pants was really the best idea. Oh well. Nobody cares. He'll go home and change after caffeinating... for now he heads down the hall to Ephemera's bathroom to wash his face.

I am Daenerys Targaryen. [ She responds wonderingly. ] And these are my dragons. My children. Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal.

[ There's a pause. The wind whips through her hair, even as Drogon descends gradually. ]

I have never met another dragon besides my own, let alone heard one speak.

[There is no missing the barely reined in disdain on Brennan's face. Churches are houses where superstition is held as true, even if they contradict science and fact. People can believe what they want, but she can believe they are stupid for clinging to these outdated traditions.

So it is with complete, cool confidence that she says to Hayden,] I will remind them that they are acting against one of the most basic tenet of their superstitious beliefs: that Christian churches are meant to be open to all who wish to partake in their rituals.

[So there.]

Go ahead. I will be right behind you.

[Ready to glare at anyone who would be mean to a boy who wants to experience their so-called mysteries and join them in their rejoicing.]

It takes a few tries, but Ephemera prods his coffee maker into obedience. Food would be a good idea too. Or would have been, if he had anything for Drake. No--brains.

He considers that a moment. Wonders if it ought to seem weirder than it does.

Probably. But that's life.

He's prodding the coffee maker when Drake comes back out, frowning at it. "This thing has way too many buttons."

( There are certain stories that you just can't avoid knowing, no matter how sparse your knowledge of history is. The legend of the sword in the stone has provided seemingly endless amounts of stories, so much so that Kate gasps upon seeing it, transfixed by the sight rather than the jousting nearby. )

Well, shit.

( It's real. )

Weren't just a story...

( Her words are loud enough to be heard, even if they're not actually intended for anyone in particular. )

Hey, he still eats normal food, too, still needs the nutrition, it just doesn't keep him human. But he's not expecting breakfast when he comes back into the kitchen.

"Everything here does, I don't think half of them do anything." He peers at the coffeemaker -- it's brewing, that's good enough for him.

"Did you have patrol today?"

「You're such bros... But you know, it does help the little one of the group to stare at this guy better.

And to avoid making things awkward for him, Atem opts to sit on the floor next to him, showing that he's not above getting his rich clothes dirty. Now Law is the only one standing and the awkward one is him. Yes, good.」

I guess it was not you who taught him to heal others, was it?

「Since he's so clumsy. Yes, Law, you're a conversation topic, deal with it.」

Ephemera huffs, frowning at the coffee maker. "Not today. I was gonna go out and look for parts. Need to fix my armor."

Somehow. He's not an engineer.

"You going out later?"

[her children? surely not literally, but then again, her own father was human. either way, it probably doesn't matter. she glides alongside Drogon, feeling like a small fish swimming with a shark.]

The "speaking kind" is exceptionally rare. Where I come from, at least. [they were hunted by humans a long, long time ago, she knows that much.]

My name is Nah. It's nice to meet all of you, really! [she cranes her neck to look to Viserion and Rhaegal.] I've only known two others of my kind.

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