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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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"A hard hit to the head to knock her out? She seems as if she could use that," Kain remarks, folding his arms. He'd watched the interaction quietly, taking it all in. So... this is where she came from, and how she'd grown up? It sure doesn't seem pleasant. Family is supposed to honor each other, in Kain's view of things. His own father used to be strict at times, but never would he have acted like this. He pushed him hard, but only so that he could make him a better, stronger person. This woman doesn't seem to have any such ambitions. It's... kind of hard to see that.

[Kain gasps in shock as that bright light strikes him. There's something truly unsettling about all of this, being here, as if they're judging him for his entire past. When the other man shouts that warning about his darkness, Kain feels a deep dread settle inside him. He shudders, staring warily around him.]

Wha- what are you doing?

[And how do they know about his innermost worst side?]

[...Unfortunately, Kain will find out about that part right away, because a creature starts to appear, drifting out from within Kain. Of course, it's dragon. A mighty, dark, sinister-looking dragon, covered in hardened scales and claws, roaring as it emerges. There's no doubt from its presence that there's considerable darkness within this beast, a reflection of the evil within Kain that he always tries to repress. Now he can't hide it at all.]

Is that what she really wants? What she really needs, for that matter? Kain isn't sure, either way, and he doesn't know whether or not he's able to make that decision. It doesn't feel like his to make. Not here, not in this destroyed place that was once her home. Another wave of sorrow hits him, but... he isn't about to let that get to him. Instead... instead he wants to do what he can for her. If he feels terrible, she must feel so much worse. It was her family and friends... and he and Cecil... they'd... they'd killed them all.

"Are you sure, Rydia? That you want to be left alone right now?" Not entirely alone, given the spirits of this place, but still. He thinks about the last few days and how weird they've been. There's something about this which isn't quite right, and he knows it's probably not his choice where he goes. "I can try, though I'm not even sure if I can leave... This... I'm not sure if this is real."

[Kain breathes deeply, enjoying how much better the open air smells and tastes and feels. Everything about it is so much better than being confined in the cave.]

For a long time. We dragoons once raised dragons and rode them... it was our legacy. Who we were. [They haven't done so lately, but now he's seriously considering restoring the dragoons to their former glory, if he can.] Isn't it an incredible experience? Nothing compares to flying...

But... why? I already did face him. I acknowledged that it happened. Now I've moved on. I shouldn't dwell. Right?

[Dwelling on things is what gets him into trouble, after all. But he thinks back to when it had happened, and the emotions that he'd felt then. Even back then, as a boy, he'd always been told to hold it all back, not to break down. Real men control their emotions. Right?]

[Kain looks over to the smaller, younger man and slowly takes another step forward.]

I faced this a long time ago. Why is it still happening now? I don't understand...

I don't know what a dragoon is, but Grey Wardens don't have long lives, either. [She darts a sympathetic look, then frowns.] Why would someone assassinate him? Did you ever find out who did it?

[If he never got any closure, no wonder this is riding him.]

Aren snorts at that, almost amused. But the oppressively bleak atmosphere of Dust Town doesn't allow that mood to lift so easily. "Believe me, I've been tempted. But mosswine will do it just the same. Rica won't like it, she'd say it's enabling her and I know she's right. I don't care; if this is how the dream can end, then dammit, that's what I'm going to do."

She pushes away from the door and heads back the way she came, keeping away from beggar and guard alike.

[He could have left her here, just like her family did-- but she does not get to tell him that. All she does is shoot him a small, sad smile before the dream fades away entirely, the sorrowful kitchen swallowed up by the hope Adam gave her.]

Two years is a very long time.

[The sympathy she feels for him seems to age her, from the age she is in this dream, to the age she is in real life, a shift of seven years forward.]

I miss my daughter, my partner, and my friends. They are my family, and I do not know when I will see them again. But we must believe that we will. Otherwise... if we give up, then we have already lost.

[Believing in the future she would attain through her hard work got her through some of the worst times in her life. Brennan does not believe in faith, and yet here she is, having some, just like when she and Hodgins were buried alive.]

We must believe.

[Brennan laughs.] That is true. I can't say I like having to do it, but it can be very efficient.

Aside from the altercation, have you been enjoying yourself?

["Because he's an asshole" is what she almost says, and what she probably would say to anyone else, but for some reason she can't bring herself to say it to Richie. She wrinkles her nose, obviously a little uncomfortable, and hesitates.]

Because... He screwed up and he didn't want to deal with it.

Hey, come on. When did you turn into this much of a bummer? What's better?

It's alcoholic, certainly, and fizzy. Similar to wine.

[But much more fun!]

Ten years? How do you survive it, with no season for food to grow?

[!!!!

This is also the best moment in Newt's life. No one ever thinks he's the coolest. Holy shit. And if only he knew Richie thought he was a super cool rock star...

Somehow, probably because of dream magic, Newt can hear Richie just fine over the din of the music and the crowd. He still waits until they're done with the song before he replies. This is way too much fun.]

You're pretty cool yourself, dude! Have we met before? I'm Newt!

I don't know, but... He's your father.

「At the step taken, Atem takes another step back, and so he would continue to push, though, gently.」

Don't you want to see him?

[Michael pulls himself to his feet, slightly using Delmar's grip on his arm as a counterweight. He avoids looking in the direction of the meaty tearing sounds on the other side of the room.]

Don't worry. I'm okay. Are you okay?

[He was too busy yanking on the Visitor's arm to really see what happened.]

[ She laughs a little, following Kate's gaze to the contest, then stops herself. Kings don't laugh. ] They will likely joust until nightfall. Then, someone will claim that the victor cheated in some way, and so they will start again tomorrow.

[ Her tone isn't arrogant. She doesn't think they're idiots, or that she's any better — she knows what it's like to be foolishly competitive. But kingship deserves a more surefire method... like a sword in a rock. Obviously.

The dream seems to waver when she looks back at the sword. It's clear that once she draws it, things will end, hope being replaced by something else. Regret at her actions, anger at her failings. But today, for this moment in time, her heart is still overflowing with positive emotions. ]

What is your name? Perhaps we might meet again in the future. [ Things won't be calm until she unites the country, but she seems to think it might be possible anyway. ]

"Mr. Voralberg was abducted by a pair of unruly bandits," he explains in the same calm tone. "They saw fit to take him after they nearly rendered our locomotive inoperable. We're on their trail now."

Their surroundings seem to come into focus again. The howling wind returns. Their strange, four-legged companion stretches, stands up and makes its way across the cabin to inspect the floor next to Oscar.

"Please keep this animal away from the controls, Kate Walker."

The young lady slowly turns her attention toward the offender and smiles.

"Youki! Hey, come here, boy!" The creature happily goes to her, looking up at her expectantly and sniffing the ground in front of her before letting out a low whimper and sitting down again when it dawns on him that he isn't about to be handed food. "You must be hungry, huh?"

If the woman herself is craving the restaurant car's usual fare, she doesn't show any sign of it. Oscar worries for her well-being... As the one responsible for his passengers' comfort, that is to be expected.

"Breaking away from the passenger car was our only way forward, Kate Walker."

"I know, Oscar."

... Yes, I should delay no longer. [ After a moment, she gives him a confused look. ] Strange. I have a feeling we may meet again.

[ Because all at once she finds his presence both familiar and alienating; a reminder of a place she's never been but can picture in her head, all caves and darkness and overpowering emotion. She shakes her head, and—

—the dream becomes a memory. There's a man standing by the sword when she reaches for it: he wasn't there before, but somehow, it's as if he's been here the whole time watching them. The atmosphere wavers for a second, and the man, Merlin, turns to smile at Firo, as if he's somehow aware of everything. Maybe he is.

Saber doesn't notice. Things go back to normal the moment she touches the hilt, and their conversation is always the same:

"You should think things through before you take that, Arturia. Once you draw the sword, you will stop being human. Not only that, you will be hated by all humanity, and reach a horrendous death. Is that alright?"

She nods, smiles. "Many people were smiling. I do not believe this path is a mistake."

The sword, so deep in the rock, slides out like it was never embedded; golden, radiant, and shining as Saber — Arthur — holds it aloft. Light floods the area, and everything ends, before the lingering sense of hope can be snuffed out. ]

Bianca's smile becomes a little tight, at this.

"You sound like - someone I used to know. I'm too tired to keep breaking my head on the rules of the setting. Besides, in Hadriel, there is only ever one point - to make us feel. These dreams are the equivalent of inseminating a dairy animal so she can be milked."

She was trying for coolly detached sarcasm, but Bianca finds the rage mounting under her breastbone, hot and acid. Against her will, it only makes her more determined, and she turns to help Jack with the rope and grapple.

"We might make enough space to reach her if we pull some of the vines back. What's the betting she bursts into flames, or turns into a monster, if I do?"

Because, hope or no hope, Bianca knows finding Mira would be far too good to ever be true again.

[He's watching quietly from the back wall, the shape of Maketh's shoulders and the bow of her head. Rome has no legs to stand on here, and he has no kind of moral high ground that he can take. He promised months ago never to judge her or to question her orders and he won't do so now.

His eyes flicker to the ground beneath them for a moment as the silence stretches, heavy with the amount of breaths just extinguished in that one moment. Rome doesn't approach her, not yet.]

It was a good suggestion, [he finally says, no trace of emotion in his voice as he steps forward to get a slightly better view of the smoke and debris.]

We would have suffered casualties in a ground assault.

"One can live with monsters if you're willing to make a few allowances," she says and there's a knowing sort of tone there, something in her eye that says she's got experience with that, more than one might assume.

"And I'm not a proponent of brute forcing things," she says as she jumps up just high enough to get the rope and tug it down, "but each attempt gives you more knowledge, more tools to break that ceiling. You might just find another one behind it but-"

She settles on the ground again and heads towards the vines to start working.

"-slowly, progress is made."

That sounds good! Yes, I think I'd like to have some champagne.

[Marg is in favor of fun]

Our growing seasons can last ten years as well, so we put as much as we can in storage. We also salt and smoke meat to make it last longer. The Reach and the Riverlands provide much of the grain to the rest of the Seven Kingdoms, but the Riverlands were burnt and the Reach has been preoccupied with the war. I fear that when winter does come again, there will be widespread famine.

"Nor am I," Curufin concurs. He drinks to that, too.

"Do I accuse you of too little fighting?" Curufin smiles at the jest. "Surely that would be an ungracious thing to say to one of your temperament, your courage, and your background." So far as he knows anything of Henry's story, that is, from seeing a glimpse of it during the Mirror event and hearing Henry tell very briefly a part of it.

And this, he supposes, is another mirror of Henry's life, though of a very different part of it.

I-

[She shakes her head, quickly pushing off the hand on her shoulder and standing on her own.]

I don't know.

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