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
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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.

Comments

aaah its def ok, i love it ♥♥

[citytraveler]

Normally there would have been some sort of reflex. But in that moment, there's nothing.

Kyrii simply turns with the pull and accepts whatever fate has grabbed him. Except he sees a man instead of any monster he expected. The clothes aren't right but for some reason he doesn't find it odd. His optics try to pull up a scan and he closes it before they can complete. It doesn't matter if this man is human or not. Or if he has the genetics to save humanity...

Those stairs and this building are just like these levels of this City. He's lived so long and climbed so many.

It never ends. It will never end. No matter how high Kyrii climbs.

They don't speak. Only stare at each other.

A cold, tired stare.

[restinglichface]

[It's an expression that Lup hasn't seen on her brother's face in far too long.

It's so startling that his twin, back in her real flesh-and-blood body, hangs back for a few moments longer than she normally might, just watching her brother move from person to person, touching them with a smile, socializing with friend and stranger alike. He looks so impossibly happy, she almost doesn't want to interrupt, as if her taking even the smallest step forward might shatter the illusion.

But Taako catches her eye and she knows she can't stand on the sidelines any longer. She goes to his side immediately, as if magnetized, giving the man's hip a playful bump before she's leaning in press a kiss to his cheek.] Nice dress, but I'm pretty sure that's mine.

[toiletseat_girl]

Well, I'd tell him it's nice to meet him or, y'know, try shaking his hand but it looks like he's been through a lot.

Speaking of a lot, though--what was all that? The weird guy with the flamey face?

[George knows nothing about all things military. less than nothing, actually]

Re: Adam Parrish | open

[toiletseat_girl]

[George has been frozen in place during this exchange, but she is fuming mad. visibly so. so that when she's finally addressed and breaks the weird frozen thing, she has a retort armed and ready]

Save your charity, you worm.

[hot_mes]

[Whether because the dream doesn't want them to drown in despair, or Rosinante is doing as he do and trying to keep everything calm, he makes a face up at Law as well. "Shit, do you have to say it so bluntly like that? Don't tell me you just go around telling everybody that." Tipping his head back, he meets Atem's gaze with a helpless little shrug. "It's true. I'm dead. You too?" And offers a fist-bump of solidarity.

Yes, he really did just do that.]

[hot_mes]

[bread is evil, okay? Just be glad none of these dreams feature being attacked by the great bread army]

Get whatever you want. My treat.

[even though no money ever changes hands. In fact, a waiter just appears, setting down plates of food as if he had read their minds and provided exactly what they most desire. Sugar-dusted cinnamon rolls and...rice balls. Yep.]

Re: sorrow ; when the sun rises in the west and sets in the east

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery watches both Daenerys and the activity around her silently. she feels like she's intruding on something terribly intimate, something she shouldn't be seeing. Marg had heard that Daenerys had been the wife of a Dothraki horselord, but she hadn't heard that she loved him or that there was to be a child.

as Daenerys sinks to the ground, seemingly at a breaking point, Margaery finally approaches her. she sits down beside her and tentatively reaches out for her hand]

How can we make the visions stop?

delight!

[roseofthetyrells]

[now, this is more Margaery's scene as she finds herself decked out in the height of fashion with her hair styled perfectly.

she looks out the window to see the common folk partying and enjoying themselves as well. this royal family must be truly loved to receive such treatment. Margaery can't imagine the inhabitants of King's Landing being truly overjoyed for their king. or the king's mother. but here, it seems as natural as breathing]

You didn't? How could you think I'd miss this?

[roseofthetyrells]

[the giant bread army?]

Oh? Well, thank you!

[funny how that works, isn't it? Margaery enjoys her treat, but has to ask about his]

What's that you're eating? I've never seen anything like it before.

[hot_mes]

[hey, it's a dream, anything can happen.]

Oh? It's, uh. Onigiri. Rice with a little sea salt on it.

[exactly as plain as Law himself...fitting]

[puzzlingly]

The young man expects a reaction, he braces himself for it, but it doesn't come. He takes the opportunity to pull further into safety. With little steps, and the faintest of smiles starts taking shape, trying to pierce like a dim ray of sunshine through the gloom.

Atem doesn't speak, he doesn't wish to break this silence, it seems fine.

Once they reach a place he thinks it's safer, the stops, but doesn't let go of the other.

[roseofthetyrells]

[that's very true]

I've never had rice before. What's it like?

[well, she thinks it's exotic?]

[weedbgon]

[ Magnus always does thoughtful stuff like that. Merle sure as hell isn't gonna walk faster on his account anyway, so it's a good compromise.

He watches Mookie go veering off towards an unsuspecting Davenport after Magnus totally chickens out, and there's really no disguising how funny he thinks it'll be, however it turns out. (Mookie rolls right through Capnport. That's the power of i l l u s i o n s.) ]

No one said you have to watch 'em if you don't wanna. We got plenty of eyes! Including my one. Even though Mookie'd looove to kick your butt all day. [ He cups a hand around his mouth to call out to the perpetrator in question. ]

Isn't that right, fireball?

[ Mookie shouts a super loud affirmative.

Mavis looks up and says "nnno, Dad? Tackling grownups probably shouldn't be a big part of his routine?" ]

[notimpervious]

"Oh, that is fascinating. It is... a victory. A success. Everyone is safe and there is food for the community."

She is an anthropologist at heart, even if her specific field is forensic anthropology.

"My people--? Well... not in the same way as we did in the past. Celebrations now are quieter and familial. Community events are less common."

But she is not sad. This place, these festivities, they do not let her feel sad. Change is part of life, and if that means there are no more parties like this where Brennan lives, then she is happy with that.

[paragonbrosca]

"What matters is having fun, not skill! But you've got all the right moves, to me." Aren flashes a grin, shaking her hips to the beat. She can't remember the last time she danced, but the lack of it won't stop her from moving as though she knows what she's doing.

She pauses long enough to sip that water, raising an eyebrow. "You fight each other for fun--oh. This is like a dwarven Proving? Kinda. They have those in Orzammar, where warriors compete for honor and glory and all that shit. I have a story to tell about that, sometime." Maybe. If she feels like sharing that much of herself, but right now, it feels better to deflect. "So, how does that work? What does challenging mean here?"

[paragonbrosca]

Remember....

Aren clenches her jaw, gripping her blades so tightly that her knuckles turn white. "...sorta. I was in the tower, not the battlefield. We were supposed to light the beacon, so we did. But it made no difference; Loghain left anyway. This place was overrun, and Cailan's corpse was left crucified on the bridge. They left him to rot."

The ogre draws closer to its target, its footsteps making the ground shake. Cailan turns around to face it. Aren growls and swipes again, for all that she might as well be striking air. Run, salroka. Just run. But it's already too late, as she'll witness yet again in a moment.

[paragonbrosca]

It's dwarven for 'friend'.

[Her smile is fleeting and melancholy, feeling comfortable using it since Cailan called her 'friend' first. She looks the bodies and nods, biting her lip.]

Probably, yeah. I don't know where exactly they fell, because I didn't see it happen.

[She doesn't know if that makes it better or worse. Would she have been able to save them, or would her presence only meant she'd have fallen, too? Probably the latter. So she heads toward the dead bodies, passing some of fallen darkspawn as well. At least the Grey Wardens here went down fighting.]

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin loses his breath for that moment when he is reacting to the kick, but doesn't quite buckle in the hands of his captors. Elves are tough. ]

A god on earth, eh? [ God-kings. Heaven preserve us from their sort! He starts to laugh, which doesn't do his ribcage any good, but that doesn't stop him. ] And just what sort of respect do you think a penny-ante deity is due?

[fadeling]

"Beaten, bruised, broken, burst apart in pieces, souls crushed in deadened dust. Callings and chaos. It isn't easy to remember. But those are important pieces. You shouldn't lose them but you shouldn't lose yourself in them." He isn't looking at her when he says it, but there's too much confusion in the fight around them. He can't make much sense of that either.

"It won't change anymore. You can't change it if it happened."

[puzzlingly]

「... Dead-brofist, there it goes. bump 」

I should start a club.

「It's definitely not a secret, the kid at least takes it with some humour, what else he's got left? You're not invited, Law, just saying. 」

[outofthefire]

Oh. [she considers a moment] It's a good word.

[she tries to smile back, but it's likely unconvincing. she's a little overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the death surrounding them]

We can . . .start at the top of the hill and work our way down?

[Laura follows close behind, eyes widening as she sees even more dead bodies of humans and darkspawn. she's extra careful to give the darkspawn a wide berth as they're disgusting]

[puzzlingly]

Stop lying to me!

「The young King finally snaps at her, with fire in his eyes as he looks down at her, even the room seems to reflect his anger, his frustration, closing down on them. It's unbelievable for him that she cannot accept the darkness in her heart when it had been painfully obvious she had done something terrible in during life.」

Don't act so naive, child. 「It is the old man beside Atem who speaks now, in a calmer yet firm way.」 Your Ka, that monster, is a reflection of your the darkness in your soul. Your hatred and your guilt created it. Repent and you may live. The Pharaoh can be merciful, the god of the Afterlife will be not."

[circumitus]

For a prison, the cell block is eerily quiet. It might be because the voices remain muffled behind a few feet of solid metal, but that isn't a mystery one might want to learn the answer to anytime soon.

"Shut up, 91," the synthetic woman orders the prisoner, and the machine only tightens its hold of Kyrii. Were he human, he might break. But his kind are more durable than the others.

Similar to the pipes in the cell, the wall above the door itself is also marked 'S26.049'. Six floors lined with fifty locked doors bore similar numbers, but each in consecutive order from 21 to 26.

Being on the top floor, they're taken from the lift and through some sliding doors leading to a light blue pod. Glass windows offer a view of the outside for the first time.

The pod itself appears to be attached to a girder box system, as were all of the transport pods within the prison. Rather than traveling through corridors and elevators, this is the only way to get from one part of the prison to the other.

The glass floor reveals a shroud of mist surrounding the pod itself -- no, not mist. Clouds. Maybe, if the glass were to break somehow, one would fall and fall down this near-space sky and this would be all over. It would be a fitting end for a creature that valued its life.

As such, the woman does not.

When the double doors of the pod pry open again, a long and metal corridor stretches onward into a yawning darkness. On the other side, someone is already there.

[pocketspa]

At first, Taako doesn't even realize he's dreaming.

He's never been in a place like this- been caught breaking the law before, sure, but when you're living from job to job for a hundred years with only one other person, that's par for the course. What's getting him is there's always been a way out, before. He tries Knock, first, but the lock doesn't click open like it should. He can't risk a huge area of effect spell in here, or the splash damage might kill him. So he waits. Keeps himself steady, and waits. He doesn't have his spellcasting focus, no wand or staff, which is gonna make it harder, but the second someone comes for him, you're damn right he intends to fight back.

The light blinds him a little, considering elven eyes are used to seeing in the darkness, but as soon as something starts coming at him, he steadies himself, hands gripped tight.

"Oh I've got a fuckin' idea for you--" He doesn't have time to get off any full one-liners before he's pointing his hands forward, casting Cone of Cold, ice and freezing air blasting forward in an attempt to stop them in their tracks and let him escape.

[puzzlingly]

「The Pharaoh can already tell this is a bad idea, that he should turn back if he appreciates his life at all. And somewhere in the back of his head, he knows that Bakura is dead and that this was nothing but a petty reflexión of his anger. It is not enough for him to back off, he never will. The thin line between reality and delusion blurs easily under all the anger he seems to be carrying. One he hadn't realized he had been dragging all this time... Or maybe it was the anger dragging him from his feet, making it hard to think, to move even.

Atem steps into the bridge, he doesn't like it, but he keeps going until he's but a couple of steps away from the thief. He glances down at the pit underneath them. No... this is not how this is going to end, not for any of them.」

You really want to do this this way, Thief? Just to toss me into the void? Tch, and here I thought you had higher standards...

「He provokes him, plays with him, he wants to see him react to his words. He wants him to be as angry as he is right now.」