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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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No, it, uh... It really doesn't. [None of this feels real. Like, even less real than it should. But, the war's over. That's a massive change. That's probably why he feels so weird right now. No more Hunger Games. It's a good thing. Right?]

Um. [His eyes drop to the ground and he laughs.] God, I don't know. I hadn't expected everything to come to a head so quickly, y'know? I guess I'll head back to Berlin, maybe see about getting a band together. There's still plenty to learn about the Kaiju, though. It's not like I'll stop studying 'em just because they aren't a threat anymore.

[...Wait. What's he saying?]

It is.

[Her laughter keeps his mood good, and so he only momentarily grimaces in vexation before he answers.]

Hitherto a year and ten months. [Too long, he thinks, to put his life on hold.] Be there aught you would know of our wretched cavern?

"I am in no hurry," Henry remarks, lifting his own glass in turn.

He drinks, then sets it down.

Smirking, he then says, "You would be the first to accuse me of too little fighting."

It's a jest, of course. Exquisite food and wine, all the comforts of home... they leave Henry in a good mood. As they should. It is his dream, after all.

I see. A somber remembrance... but a lovely one, too.

[Glacius pauses at the question, as if not sure how much to divulge; he's always been a secretive being, but the emotion behind the dream softens it somewhat, and besides... it's not like she can't tell what she's dealing with, here. If she's not alarmed by an alien somehow showing up at her party, then it's not like she's going to be surprised to hear of where he comes from.] I suppose it is much the same for me. They remind me of home. Sometimes it is hard to look up at them, and think of how long I have been separated from it. But at the best of times they hold promise--they remind me that my home and my people are still out there, and that I may... hopefully be reunited with them once again.

[ If she had been born in similar circumstances, then this would be her mother, too. Cecily's jaw tightens, thinking, unbidden, of her own mother and how terrible that relationship was. (Is.) It's easy to be sympathetic to Aren, then, and she follows the dwarf back outside with a level expression. ]

You've taken care of your whole family. [ She states quietly, glancing back at the door. ] ... I hope they're at least silently grateful for it.

[ Since they're not vocally thankful, clearly... ]

How did you come to join the Wardens? [ The Inquisitor asks after a pause, turning back to Aren. ]

Rica did her part, too. She had to be a noble hunter and get herself pregnant with a boy, to raise up the rest of the family. Stone, she raised me more than my own mother ever did.

[There's a warmth when she speaks of Rica that's clearly absent when talking about her mother, and the scene in the house probably explains why. She paces away from the house, toward the direction of the market. Enabling Kalah Brosca is really not high up on her list of preferred things to do, but this stupid dream might keep going if she doesn't.]

I'd been a part of the carta and my boss had money placed on a Proving. My partner and I were supposed to poison the competition, so his man would win. We did that, but the guy who Beraht placed his money on was dead drunk when we got there. It would've been our hides if we did all that work for nothing, so I put on his armor and pretended to be him for the Proving.

It almost worked, too. I beat everyone they put in front of me...and then the asshole finally wakes up and staggers into the area, just in time for someone to recognize him. I get arrested, would've been killed by Beraht if my partner and I hadn't fought our way out of the carta hideout. Hell, the city guard would have executed me anyway, but...Duncan showed up. He recruited me on the spot, saved me from that fate. I owe him a lot.

[Which makes the fact that she couldn't save him sting all the more. The local beggars plead for coin as soon as a guard is out of earshot, and she sighs and slips them a few coins.]

It's not going to matter, you know. The only thing that'll help is going to the surface, but some people here are too old or sick to make it and the rest don't know any better.

[It's chaos, utter carnage. It's clear that these people have no sort of defenses against this kind of genocide- some of them try to shift and are mowed down, some of them try to run but can't.

When they step out of the shadows, they're wearing a familiar uniform. There are four of them in total, two women and two men, one of whom looks a lot like someone Jo knew from the cave.

A hand reaches for Jo, grasping at her shoulder. It's Rome, his eyes wide and alarmed.]

Why are you here?

[Now that he's in her field of vision, it's clear where the similarities are- Rome is wearing their same uniform, has the same face, the same straightforward mannerism as one of the killers on the field.]

[George has always heard that if you die in a dream, it makes you just wake up, but this is Hadriel. she wouldn't put it past the gods to make them die in reality if he succeeds in the dream]

Sounds like a plan. Let's get outta here?

[Yusuke watches her as she tiptoes down the stairs, and he whispers his reply.] Some reporters are trustworthy, but I would never appear on the news in regards to Sensei.

[Thankfully, because he's a minor, he never had to, even when the scandal came to light. Yusuke leads her to the front door, glancing constantly over his shoulder for any sign they're being followed. Then he unlatches the front door and throws it open, taking them out onto a quiet neighbourhood in Tokyo.]

Who's there?! Is that you, Yusuke--? [Madarame's voice comes from one of the rooms. Yusuke almost jumps out of his skin and does the first thing that comes to mind -- he grabs Abigail's arm and rushes her outside, slamming the door shut behind them. He doesn't stop tugging her along until they get to the end of the street and round the corner, where he slows to a halt, puffing for breath.]

... Sorry, I panicked. But he won't chase us out here.

Nothing.

「Atem crooks his head a little, still taking in the way this little guy keeps glancing at the window.」

Because...

「That is one good question, though.」

Maybe I can help.

[ Dany has only ever seen three dragons, of course, and Drogon is the largest of her three... which makes the sight of the new, crimson dragon something very shocking. Shocking, but - as the dream dictates - pleasing, too. ]

You have a dragon? [ She calls out to Atem, eyes wide and curious. No sooner does she ask, though, before Osiris twirls around them, seeming to call on them to fly on. Dany laughs happily, urging her own mount to go, to chase their companion. The black dragon obliges, roaring briefly, flapping his enormous wings as he goes. ]

There are no more dragons here. None but my own. [ They aren't featured in this dream, but that doesn't seem to bother her, as if they might be resting in another room. ] They will not harm my friends, but they will destroy my enemies.

[ Obviously. ]

I am no mage. [ She repeats firmly. ] But - yes. They have paid the price for what they did.

[ For the crimes of each person, for what they'd done or planned to do to Dany and her allies. ]

You're right. [ She's happy, really, that the other dragon isn't intending on destroying it all. ] It's really very beautiful.

[ Familiar, somehow, but without a name. ]

I don't know. [ Dany admits honestly, shaking her head. ] Mine were born because their eggs existed as treasures, and because magic gave them life. [ She laces her fingers over her lap. ] If there are to be others, I do not know where they would come from.

Edited 2017-10-26 16:09 (UTC)

[the dream gets increasingly creepier and nightmarish as the people just fade away.

she tries to follow Kate's gaze and notices the couples just before they vanish.

the pain in Kate's voice makes George ache for her friend. it sounds like she just had something torn out of her. and George still doesn't know who the other people are, but she gets the idea that they must be important to Kate somehow]

I--I don't know.

[George scans what's left of the crowd, looking for Kate's brother. somehow, she just knows that he has blue hair in contrast to Kate's pink and she catches a glimpse of blue in the distance]

My father sat the throne until they betrayed him and took the crown. The people have been waiting for his daughter to return to bring peace back to Westeros.

[ Or so she seems to think, in this dream. She has to hope. ]

Of course. They are my children. [ Dany smiles, pauses, and then glances to the sky. Drogon, the largest of the dragons, descends as if on cue, landing with a mighty crash onto the steps. Nobody seems to notice or is bothered by this, but Dany rises to lay a hand on the side of his enormous head. ]

You may move closer to see him, if you like.

Where we are. Where they've trapped us. [ beat ] We are in Qarth, in reality, and not in the Great Grass Sea.

[ Of course, they aren't really there, either, but she doesn't realize it yet. ]

Lady Stark.

[ It's somehow not surprising that Sansa is here. The terrible scent vanishes all at once, as if clearing up the place for the guest. Dany does not look any happier, or any more satisfied, and glances to Sansa with impassive eyes. ]

Don't be afraid. You are not my enemy.

[ They may not be the closest of friends, but they've formed an alliance, or so she thinks. The Starks of the present are friends to the Targaryens. ]

They deserved to burn. [ She adds, as if justifying herself, as she turns back to the ashes. ]

[George smiles back. she's never had a problem putting assholes in their place, especially ones who mess with her friends]

I'd rather be ignored than deal with that shit. At least being ignored means that they shut the fuck up.

[sounds like it would be. and George would know, she was largely ignored by her classmates through most of her life]

No, you're not one of them. You're better. They have their heads so far up their asses, they can see what they had for dinner last night.

Where are you going now? That can wait, right?

[lucky you, you've been selected to have a close encounter of the George kind. so basically endlessly curious and a little bit (or a lot bit) nosy]

Not a damn thing, but if you walk me through it I might be able to help.

[she is the queen of low expectations. in herself and in others]

Earth must be huge! There are so many places on it.

[Marg is a charmer, there's no denying that]

A year and ten months? That's a terribly long time to be away from home. And I suppose I would know that if you "phone" one of the gods, they'll answer back? I've heard it told both ways, that they will and that they won't.

This House of the Undying shows illusions? Plays tricks with your mind? So do the creatures known as gods of Hadriel. It's possible that you're there and not in Qarth, no matter how real it seems.

[don't worry, Marg will try to help her remember]

Then it's a good thing you're back. How long did you have to stay away from home?

[it's a good thing to hope for]

Your children? So you've raised them since they were baby dragons? [George watches in amazement as the dragon swoops down for a landing]

Okay. D'you think he'd mind if I--petted him? Just a little?

[More likely, it is dream logic, and that is good enough for Brennan.]

On occasion, I have been forced to escalate an altercation in order to escape safely and return to my lodgings. [She shrugs.] Do you punch people very often?

[There's a pause as she considers it for a few long moments, before nodding once, her chin fitting snug against her collar while she watches him with too-large eyes. She's wearing his watch- was she wearing it before?- she has it now though, and after a moment or so, she moves toward him, tentative but surefooted.]

He doesn't know.

[She says, reaching for Adam's wrist so that she can grab at it. It's not hand holding, exactly, but she keeps hold of him, expectantly, as if it's now his job to lead her around.]

He'll be glad.

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