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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
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► 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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[For what it's worth, Jo's been sizing Riley up for a few minutes.]

Hey, Riley. Nice to meet you.

[Well, at least she understands that part. He's never really planned on living a long life, and has gotten used to the idea, even if it's hard to bear sometimes. He sighs heavily, shaking his head.]

No. I never found out. I was only a boy at the time, and... I had other responsibilities to attend to. I had no time or ability to investigate. [No time to truly mourn. No time to stop and actually let himself feel anything. Just keep moving on.] I took care of his dragon afterward... and... I had training to deal with. I had to prove myself to the remaining dragoons.

Kain turns to follow her, glad to get away from inside the house, but also not so sure about going back out there. It may not be actually real, but it feels unsettling being here all the same. He feels distinctly like an outsider. He glances around warily, then looks over toward Aren.

"If it's the only way... then it's the only way. I can tell you don't want to stay here any longer than we have to, either. Where can we get that mosswine?"

[Kain is only taking small steps, moving reluctantly.]

But... I already did see him. I already bid him farewell, a long time ago. I already... went through with this. I did what was needed.

[The clouds surrounding them get heavier and darker, but still there's no rain despite how much they're threatening it.]

Yeah, this way.

[Jo follows, quickly stepping past George and leading her towards the back door.]

「Atem notices the sky, though makes no comment.」

Why are you running, then?

「Aaaand another step.」

[George follows Jo's lead, trying to walk as quietly as possible]

Who is he? The guy, I mean.

[Well, that's probably the hardest question she could ask right now.]

...Well, it's Sam. But something's wearing him, I think.

[George has a talent for asking the tough questions]

You mean. . . like a demon or a ghost or something?

"The Orzammar Commons, at the merchant stalls. They sell it real cheap, because they know plenty of dusters hate their lives too much to be sober for it. If they can get them addicted, more profit for them."

Yeah, she's bitter. It's a hard life, and all because of a stupid system created far before their time. 'Tradition' has never meant anything good to her.

Edited 2017-10-29 23:10 (UTC)

[She nods, likewise empathizing in her own way. It's not as though she had any ability to stop her own father, or follow him, not when she was a small child at the time.]

...you took care of his what? Really?

Does everyone else come from worlds where dragons are friendly, because the only kind I've ever met has tried to kill me.

Pretty sure it was a demon.

[Dean never really told her.]

Then, that's fucked up, even for a demon. Saying that shit to you.

That's what demons do. They just fuck with people.

Were you able to kill it?

I don't know. [She sighs.]

[ she can't argue with that. ] For a rainy day. I like that.

[ she hasn't been to a party like this for ages, not since the Capitol. and there's never been a party in Hadriel just like this one. but it's a birthday - maybe that explains it. a special birthday. ]

This party is just what we all needed. Some fun, some time to forget all the crazy stuff that's been happening. Oh, and celebrating you, of course.

There are a few moments when that question hangs in the air, and Wade's not entirely wrong-- Lily was important to him, just not in the way that he assumes. It's funny, though, and Gren can't help it when he sort of starts laughing at it, a low snigger that's maybe got a little bit of a hysterical edge. His girlfriend.

"Fuck," he says, once he has better control of himself again. "Fuck, no, she weren't my girlfriend."

She would've laughed if she'd heard that, though. Would've laughed herself goddamn sick. Gren takes another drag and huffs out the smoke.

"She's my friend's sister."

--seriously? That sucks.

[Jo glances over her shoulder at Sam, who's standing still but not talking any more.]

We got Sam back, that's what matters.

[It's okay, Merle. No one expected you to remember something as fundamental as how your race ages. It's all good. When you live to be this old, who the heck cares?

Taako's resulting scream just leaves Lup grinning like a cat down at the dwarf, attempting to hold in her laughter and failing in the worst of ways. Her brother would instantly know exactly where the kick came from, even if she hadn't delivered it directly. She had about as long as Mookie could keep him busy before Taako was on her ass for this one.

Not that Lup looks worried in the slightest. She's content to just keep walking at Merle's pace while her brother throws a fit behind them, wiping tears from laughing so hard away from her eyes.] Okay so, he's great. Where'd you swipe him from? You sure have a lot of relatives on this world considering we aren't from here.

So, wait, you know that guy?

Yes.

[The words comfort her. She smiles.]

We are making a better world.

[ Angus grins at her and springs off the roof, arms pinwheeling wildly before he lands on the next building and somersaults back to his feet. ]

That's not a problem, most of my family has been involved in some less-than-entirely-legal activities! As long as they don't get mixed up in your investigations, it's fine. As for Billy the Weasel, he lives up to his name for the most part, but he might try to pull a knife on us once he's cornered. He's kind of a weenie though, so he shouldn't be much trouble. If we offer him police protection, he'll probably spill his figurative guts!

[The lich screams again--piercing and full of that same agony that's twisting at her anchored soul--before throwing out a palm and blasting the side of the chamber with an impressive show of fire. Curtains burn as the fire spreads, but they always fall from the wall to leave nothing but more curtains behind them.

Wherever Lup has been trapped, it seems like Atem is bound to be stuck here with her.]

My brother! [And this time, her voice sounds more desperate than angry, because it's clear that Taako's suffering is continuing on outside of this room, even though Atem is standing in front of her.] I won't just sit here and listen to him die.

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