hadriel_logs | Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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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.
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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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If we can.

[She hopes they can.]

We're heading to resupply. We'll be there in an hour.

Hey, the bar fight just made it better. Gotta say, I wouldn't have guessed that this is your kind of scene.

[Different flavors for different tastes, Brennan supposes.

But anyway.]

Angela's the one who gets me out of the lab to dance. The music is something we both like. It's very... tribal. I enjoy it. But I will concede that I'm just as happy to listen to it at home or in my office, especially since I'm in a monogamous relationship.

[good tbh he lives for that shit.]

Er, well, maybe? It's pretty complicated. Not just anyone can slap together this kind of tech.

[...Although, he is just using junk parts from storage... It's not like he's wholly reinventing the wheel here. Plus, the company could be nice. Someone to witness his genius and all.]

Buuut, I guess an extra set of hands wouldn't be the worst thing. C'mere. You can hand me parts and stuff. [He drops back to the floor to continue fiddling with the wires he was working on before she interrupted him.]

What do you do around here? Haven't seen you around before. [Since it's not like civilians can just pop into the Shatterdome in the middle of the night. Or ever.]

[ Angus can't help but think back to the twins' looting spree during the paintball event, and feels his stomach lurch as certain aspects of their personalities - especially Taako's - begin to make much more sense, in retrospect. 'It's the way of the world, little man,' Lup had said with a grin, 'Steal or be... be stolen. Hm, I'll workshop it later.' He'd disapproved at the time, but...

... Waitasecond, where did they go?!

Angus yelps, a distinctly 11-year-old-boy sound that doesn't match his disguise at all, and runs after them into the forest. The disguise dissipates as he stops focusing on it, leaving Angus - who is used to cities and moon bases, not forests - scrambling through the underbrush, stumbling over roots, and getting scratched up by every tree branch and thorny bush within range. ]

H-hey! Hey, wait up! Don't leave--!

[He frowns. Hm...

After a moment, he shifts to give Atem room to take hold of the rabbit if he wants to.]

How would you help? I don't think it's stuff anyone can help with. It's just how I feel sometimes.

[Once he's got some blood flowing, he stops scratching himself long enough to stare at her blankly.]

I know that already. This is different.

[And it is, somehow, even if he doesn't have the words to explain why yet. Maybe not this thing in particular, though. He's doing this for a reason. He rubs the brick against his skin again until a trickle of blood drips down his leg.]

And now I can tell Mom that I fell and that's how the blood got there.

[As they walk, more screens on the wall flicker to life, beginning to light the way like a series of phone backlights as they go. Each of them displays a different entry, though skipping some as they go.

I've done it. Using the blueprints, I've extracted it from the human SOULs. The will to keep living... The resolve to change fate. Let's call this power... "Determination."

things aren't going well. none of the bodies have turned into dust, so i can't get the SOULs.

people are starting to ask me what's happening. what do i do?

nothing is happening. i don't know what to do. i'll just keep injecting everything with "determination." i want this to work.

She moves with purpose, but still trudging, like a methodical step towards the inevitable.]

It was... my lab. But what was important is what was i-in it.

[Suddenly, that howled bark comes through again, much, much louder this time. It seems almost to be right around the corner.]

Or what I left in it.

[If by bomb you mean eating themselves sick, abso-fuckin-lutely.

Regardless, it happens just like he remembers- she hesitates, nails him, and the day moves forward. The squirtguns, the directions he somehow knows to the abandoned glass menagerie, the turkey, Barry. He goes through the motions as he remembers them, because this is for her, and he wants this again. He wants this moment, this time, when he didn't know what was coming over dinner and she wasn't about to fucking, to literally die in front of him for technically the last time. But it's eating at him as they get close. As they get to the table, and he's carving this turkey he hasn't remembered how to make in 12 years even though he always had it on his birthday.

But it wasn't for him. It wasn't-- his. None of this was ever his.

She might be able to tell this time, as they're eating, that he's not as animated. That he's waiting for the ball to drop, the death knell on all this, and suddenly he's the one who's holding back everything all over again.

He can already feel the tension in his knees. The way one hand rests in his lap, on and off, gripping at his thigh when it starts to tremble.]

So. Nailed it, right? 'Cause I'm thinkin' I totally nailed it.

[It's not that Adam avoids conflict, but rather that he's more head than heart. He always thinks things over rather than giving in to emotions, and fighting back would have only hurt him in the end.]

They're still obnoxious even when it's not directed at me, unfortunately.

[It's a talent.]

I don't know if I'm better. More self-aware, for sure. Less blindly privileged.

[He doesn't try to take her hand, letting her decide how much contact they should have. Adam treats her like he would have wanted to be treated when he was that small, when he was frightened of so many things.]

He'll be glad to see you. He misses you.

[It's probably okay to say that. Ronan's not here to scowl about it, and even if Opal isn't the real one, Ronan will probably remember this dream when he wakes up. If they can find him.]

Where are we going to look?

That remark surprises an honest laugh out of Bianca: deep and bitter as unsweetened espresso.

"Oh, Jack, how very apt you are at nailing the truth on the head. But my daughter and I are apart because both of us refused to keep making those allowances. I like to think she wouldn't thank me for making more - not even for her own sake."

She unloops the last of the rope and turns to follow Jack.

"Not that I'll let that stop me - oh."

When she turns to face the brambles, they have, of course, vanished again. Now Jack and Bianca stand on a tiny island, floating not in the sea but in the starred - yet oddly not airless - deeps of space. Mira's unconscious form is still visible, but now she's bound, figurehead-fashion, to the prow of a great wooden ship. It draws away from them, increasing speed.

"Balls."

Bianca says this in the crisp enunciation of someone who rarely swears.

"Give me that grappling hook. I'm not going to let this happen twice without a fight."

「Atem does hold and picks up the rabbit, bringing it close to his chest. Poor thing is terrified. He stands and offers the little guy a hand.」

Let's go.

[She's honestly the happiest she's felt in a long time. Ellie beams at Adam.]

I have! Yeah, I've seen 'em once before. One let me pat it and everything. Fucking rad, honestly. I bet we could get one of these guys to lean down...

[She nods, only a little embarrassed, and grins at Jo.]

I am.

[Her friend nudges her again and gestures towards Jo, and Ellie gasps a little.]

Oh! Right, fuck, sorry. Uh, Jo, this is Riley. Riley, Jo.

[Riley gives Jo a two fingered salute, and looks her up and down. Kinda like she's sizing her up.]

They are.

Too sensitive, actually, because soon as the sound hits she's howling along with it. There's a displeased rush of a noise from the spectators close enough to be affected by it; they're getting their money's worth, of course, but at what cost?

The wolf woman's knees buckle and she lands harshly in the dirt. She uses her hands to cover her ears as if it'll stop the pain. Ugh. Should've known, she curses herself. Mages and their tricks. They always had something up their sleeves, always something crafty at the ready.

Unfortunately for Bianca, Rose is used to dealing with fellow non-humans as her opponents. Speed is the wolf's woman strength; what she doesn't have in brute power, she makes up for with quickness. She's surprised at the parry for that reason. But then she's locking eyes with the other woman and-

She feels a tug of something compelling. Even with the roar in her ears and adrenaline already pumping in her system, Rose is suddenly uncertain. It isn't the first time someone's tried to manipulate her mind though in the ring. She doubts it'll be the last. They love pitting psychics and others against the brawlers. Makes things more interesting.

"I can't," she answers. "If I stop, I die." And Rose can't afford to die.

Anyone, [ she rasps, choking on that same sardonic laughter. It's not funny. Not really. Only it is, in a way, that she'd become the very monster she was always told she would be. They were right after all. ]

My packmates, friends, anyone I could get my hands on.

I was a monster. I am a monster.

[ And there are no happy endings for monsters. ]

Atem stares at his new friend in awe, the door budges, and the little one tries to help anyway! When it is open enough, he slides through it and urges the other to do the same.

"Come on! Before someone sees us!" There is absolutely no one pursuing them, but hey.

Once out of there, Atem runs ahead into a place he's actually never been in, having lived inside the palace most of his life. Fueled by memories, this place might not be totally accurate, nor a textbook, but it's so damn pretty. Waset, later renamed Thebes, now called Luxor, is nothing like what history channel shows anymore. There are no ruins, everything is more colourful, and for the first time, there are people out there. Even from within the palace, Atem could sometimes hear the racket and laughing or even fights that would happen in outside, the market is loud and alive.

[Maketh lifts her head slightly. This version of her is too young to know how to hide the spark of hope at his words. The idea that she did something right calms her, a little.] O-of course, sir.

[She looks back out of the window.]

They resisted.

[If she says it with enough conviction, then it won't make her feel so empty at having killed them.]

"Damn it," Bianca begins, and then there's no more breath to spare, because she's having to defend herself.

She won't win this by force of arms. Rosie's more than a match for her in speed and strength, and while Bianca's had some training and many years' experience, almost all of that has been sparring or recreational bar brawls. The best she can do is fend Rosie off for a while, maybe leave a few slashes to remember her by.

"Rosie, listen to me. This is still Hadriel. You're dreaming. You won't die. Whether I do or not."

I know.

[It's quiet, but firm. Rome's grip tightens and he tugs Rhy back a little further, preventing him from jumping in like every muscle in his body seems to want to.

He looks like one of the men doing the killing. The resemblance is uncanny, but that's not important right now.]

There's nothing you can do.

"Careful!" Delmar calls after him when Atem begins to run ahead. "Please don't go too far or I might lose sight of you!" And that would be very bad.

But it is difficult not to get distracted by the wonders around him. Such a place he has never seen before, not even in paintings.

"This is amazing!"

Rosen's eyes watch him, trying to piece together why it both seems to make sense that Michael is here while at the same time making no sense at all. He's even more puzzled by the fact that Michael sounds like he's speaking from more than just common knowledge. There's personal experience behind those words.

"How do you know that?"

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well that was an unfortunate roll

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