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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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Curufin grins, a bit grimly. Their father will never hear it from him. And this is partly because Curufin never intends to be trapped in the Halls of Mandos, and he hasn't so far figured out any way to contact his father without getting caught sneaking in and out. They seem to have his father locked up in the most secure part of the place. Worse luck for Fëanor!

And Curufin doesn't remember his dad bothering to run the Oath past him before he stood up on that chair in the square and started ranting about it. Maybe he just assumed that the son who was most like him would automatically approve of the text as was, without editing? Worse luck for Curufin! -- their dad was right, if that's what he thought.

And as for Gil-galad: "Better him than anybody! Yes, he can have that awful job for all eternity!" Hopefully he isn't smart enough to realize he's been had.

And into the fray they go! Maglor starts singing, and this baffles their enemies as well as ensnares them. Curufin smiles and strikes, slashing heads and arms and legs off, skewering Orc bodies right through the heart or liver. He and his brother work so well together, moving as though their minds were joined, as though their thoughts were instantaneously available each to each.

And that works until the Balrogs show up. Uh-oh! Now for the proof of the pudding. . .

"And we must find him? He's missing? -- do you know where to look? I presume that's where we're going?"

It would be most interesting to meet this person, Oscar's creator and also, the train-maker!

[Ellie spots him over her friend's shoulder, and after giving her and the man a shushing signal, she begins to sneak over, light on her feet and grinning.

She waits until she's right behind Rosen before jumping up and clapping her hands down on his shoulders.]

Boo!

[Ellie looks - if possible - even more delighted once she spots Jo. She rubs at the back of her neck in embarrassment though, now that she knows they were being watched.]

Jo! How uh... how long have you been standing there?

[The girl standing beside her snickers, and elbows Ellie.]

Long enough to see you've got two left feet, I bet.

Hey!

[Ellie waves in his direction as he approaches, and the other girl with her takes the opportunity to poke Ellie in her side. They're still shoving each other around when Adam asks his question.]

Huh? Nah, but they're super cool, aren't they? They've gotta be the best animals in the world.

[When she spots Elena looking around for what she assumes is something to grab the giraffes attention, Ellie jogs over and waves at her. An unfamiliar face... that strikes her as odd for some reason, but Ellie shakes it off.]

Hey! They uh... apparently they like fruit, sometimes?

They are a formidable force, the seven sons of Feanor. There are only two here, now, but that makes them no less lethal, dancing around each other as if they were one unit, not two.

And when the Balrogs take the field Maglor's song rises to meet them. Once, Finrod faced their commander, and lost. But Maglor is older, and the better bard. More importantly - he is not alone.

Up and up, his voice climbs, ringing across the field, defiance and fury in every note, for every life stolen from him, a cresting wave of power. In his hands his sword blazes bright as he turns to meet them.

[Brennan would answer if not for the second guy looking for a fight. Elena's punch connects, and the guy goes down immediately, too drunk to have stood a chance.

In the real world, it's likely they would get kicked out at this point, but in this dream it's quite the opposite. Cheers erupt, the offending men are escorted out, and someone declares that they're buying everyone a drink.]

Nice one, [Brennan tells Elena.] Not exactly what I look for in a girls night out, but not bad. Different.

[It seems like bullies exist everywhere. The game graphics, noises, and rapid fire clicking are also way too distracting. There's no way Fenn would be able to accomplish anything with it, unless he just smashed buttons as fast as possible.]

Is this going to stop him from doing things like that again? [It doesn't seem likely, but it could be possible. Fenn doesn't bother asking about parents. His parents always told him to handle bullies on his own.]

[That, and the plans she has for her future, is all she can hope for. That she will find a new group of people who care about her. That they will stay, that they will never leave. She will not let herself hope too hard for it, but it is enough to lift some of the sadness off her shoulders, and for the dream to start to fade.]

Thanks...

[She trails off. She does not know his name. Perhaps it doesn't matter.]

Curufin has come all this way with Sansa, to protect her and keep her company on her journey. They come to the castle at last and walk up the snowy path to its doors. No one comes to open these doors, and so Curufin approaches and knocks loudly. The doors are opened then, much to Sansa's astonishment. For a moment, Curufin is glad for her. But then he sees the expression on the faces of those who greet her. Only, they don't greet her, merely look at her as though she were something that has crawled out of a sewer.

And that makes Curufin angry. "What is the matter with you people?" he demands. "This young woman has come a long way to visit here, and she is tired, cold, and hungry. Surely in this country, you have some guest laws or customs? Every civilized people has them. The wanderer is allowed his or her three days of hospitality, no questions asked -- or at least, none are asked until the third day. But whether she is a stranger or well known to you, do not turn her away and thereby identify yourselves as barbarians!"

Edited 2017-10-24 13:36 (UTC)

[ When Kain turns around and smiles at him, especially with that rarest of smiles, Curufin cannot help but grin back at him. ]

It is incredible! How long have you been a dragon-rider, Kain? [ He still looks a bit astonished. ] In my world, such people are rumored to exist, but I have never met one. . . let alone ridden with one, on the back of a fire-drake!

[She looks so calm. As if all the tension of the last few months has bled out of her and whatever is on the blanket next to her is making her the happiest person in the goddamn world.]

She?

[Nate manages hoarsely, his feet leaden, dragging himself closer. Part of him knows, but it isn't something they've talked about - and why would they? Busy with careers, busy with trying to be normal, dancing around a subject that terrifies and excites him in equal measure.]

"I am alone" He murmurs, tucking himself into the circle of his brother's arms. "As I have been. I wander where the music takes me, and I sleep beneath the skies, mostly. Sometimes, I play enough to win me a bed for the night. The hobbits of the Shire are not that far away - they don't much like Big Folk, but music they enjoy. They have put me up before."

[Oh. Well, that was easy.]

Thanks!

[She joins Temperance for the drink that is immediately handed to her with no waiting.]

Different is good. Honestly, I didn't expect him to go down so fast—don't get me wrong, I know how to throw a punch, but drunk guys don't usually feel a lot of pain.

Who doesn't, right?

[What kind of fruit do they like? Maybe apples? Apples are pretty basic. And hey—right over here is an apple tree, with several fruits hanging on low branches. (Was that tree there a minute ago?) Elena trots over, pulls a few off and returns, offering one to the girl.]

Let's try these. I'm Elena, by the way.

[Elena laughs, not bothered by or even seeming to notice any mixed emotions on his part.]

Your daughter?

[The baby squeals then, but it's not a noise of distress. Irritation over being ignored, maybe. Elena leans over and scoops her up.]

Looks like someone knows we're talking about her.

[Propped up on her shoulder, the infant looks directly at Nate. She has his eyes.]

She doesn't feel like she should be here. It's... strange, and yet she can't make herself turn away from the scene at the front of the church. Julie hasn't been in a building like this for a long time, not since before the first outbreaks, and she allows her eyes to wander briefly before the voice at her shoulder makes her jump.

It doesn't need to be asked - this is that little girl, and Julie is stepping somewhere that she really doesn't belong.

"... I'm sorry," she murmurs back, wrapping her arms around herself. She frowns and takes a deep, steadying breath. "That's your dad, right..?"

The kindness depends on the ghost in question. The girl just looks at Cole with her big dark blue eyes, eyes he would have seen on someone else. She doesn't seem to understand his question. "He's not looking to lose. Is he, Christian?"

The bartender shakes his head, but the beautiful man snorts derisively. "He wanted me gone. He should have been the one to die, not me."

"Looking means losing, finding means falling. Trying and failing and wanting and having and nothing. It's tangles and ties and threads, tightened taut." He just looks right back at the pair of them, not certain whether to approach or not. They don't feel the same as people, but they look like them, too. Like all the best monsters.

"Which one are you?"

Nothing watches Ravine lower the scythe, wondering what kind of person would carry that as a weapon and why. She had probably brought it with her from elsewhere, as there wouldn't be any use for it in a bayou.

When the woman on the bed coughed, Nothing glanced from her to Ravine and asked what might be considered a stupid question, if he believed in such things. "Are you Death?"

The girl looks to the bartender, Christian, with a note of worry in her gaze, confused by Cole's words. "We're Nothing's," Christian answers, his voice even and toneless.

"Which one are you?" the beautiful man retorts, looking over Cole with an appraising gaze (like a butcher evaluating a cut of meat, like the best monster).

"I don't know." He isn't even self-conscious of that answer at all, either He doesn't know, so he doesn't answer and there's no point in lying about it to make one up that might or might not be more satisfying.

"A wish, maybe. Or maybe I'm nothing too."

[In the morning, he'll have regrets. Eight-year-olds aren't the best at keeping secrets.]

That's what I said. No cats and no people. [He knows the rules. No one even had to tell him, not really. He figured it out on his own after he got into some fights at school. People are off limits.

As for the rest, he shrugs.]

I dunno. It makes me feel better.

Better how?

「Of course he had that question coming.」

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