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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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[George blinks, then cranes her neck back to get a better look at the guy]

Seriously? I don't see much of a resemblance.

[she smiles back]

Ugh, I hate that type. We had some in my old school, too, the ones whose parents had a little more money than everyone else.

[George mostly ignored hers. and maybe threw the occasional spitball]

At least not all of them are jackasses.

「Atem is just ready to leave to shatter and break though this little dimension when everything goes silent — that usually is not a good thing, and the little hand slips through his. The Pharaoh sees him disappear though that door, completely bummed out...

Hey no, that's not fair. This guy follows, it takes him a moment but he follows him inside, that, if he can pass through that door.」

Like... Like making a deal with the devil?

「The cry pierces through him, he wishes he could cover his ears because it's too loud, or too painful to listen to, but it's not his ears it reaches, he cannot cover his heart from her rage.

Her brother...? He remembers him, they were the same!」

Where is he? Lup!?

「But she keeps trashing the room.

Enough. Atem slides though Osiris, who finally lets him go, reluctantly.

The kid approaches and attempts to touch her.」

Nice. He grins a bit, immune from the sound, and swings his head to find the goddamn door on this place. He's only got a bit before she recovers, and he needs to be long gone by that time. He blinks out of existence one more time, this time bolting for the door that took him in. It's unfortunately going to be damn obvious what he's doing, not because they'll see him run, but because it's once again going to be loud.

He makes it to the doorway and knocks his knuckles against it, sending out a much louder sound than that motion would usually constitute. But nothing clicks. He pulls and pushes at the thing, smacking his hand against it with his palm and cursing. Great. Should've known this wouldn't let him off easy.

He turns quickly to where Rosie is probably recovering, tallying how many more blinks he has left. Easily half gone. He might actually have to kill her to get out.

Aw hell.

Julie nods like she understands. "My mom--" she begins, but it doesn't feel right to talk about her own dead parent while watching the funeral of someone else's, so she punctuates the sentence fragment with a shrug.

"I... know it hurts. Like hell, all the time."

She watches for a few moments longer, then shakes her head a little bit. "Sorry, I didn't mean to barge in like this."

Atem doesn't go too far before he retraces his steps, grabbing Delmar's hand and pulling him to walk (that's a kind word for trot) with him, he just seems so excited and happy to be out of there.

Catch up, bullshit, that's my trick you faker.

[He's still looking out to the group at large, too, taking in the scenery, watching people just enjoy themselves. It's been a long time-- well, can he ever really say it's been this light? Even on beach planet, there was the worry the Hunger was still coming. Even when they were kids, there was the fear of not knowing where they would be in a week's time, no safety of hearth and home. Maybe... that's what this is. He's found his home in people, and things, and memories, but there's never been that peace of knowing it'll always be there.

Taako's bad at permanence. He's bad at acceptance. But this is... something to fight for.]

Yeah well don't get used to it, I'll find something to be pissed about soon, promise.

[He laughs, but it doesn't carry the bitterness it has in the past. And Taako's not one to have these long conversations, these quiet asides, but thanks to the Gods, he's feeling a little more loose-lipped.]

Did you ever think we'd get here? Not like, physically, just... when we were kids. Do you think we'd have like... a real family. Like how a family was supposed to be.

Merle that's not a question.

[Merle. He can literally animate objects. 'Look alive' is a bad metric.]

All I'm saying here is I could have decimated that kid and chose not to, because for some reason you entertain me and I don't enjoy dealing with the fallout if you're sad. Also, like, it's a kid, so. Whatever.

[He folds his arms, looking to where Barry is currently getting climbed like a tree.]

Kinda surprised you didn't lose your eye earlier with that around, though.

Pushed by me, the crazy stranger that broke into your backyard. Your neighbours might have seen me here by now anyway.

[She looks around to the nearest house]

You don't need them. I didn't want to play with other kids. I didn't want them to know what my dad did. And I didn't want him to do anything to them either.

[She looks at back at him curiously.]

Is that why they don't want to play with you? Because of your mom?

[She wonders if it is also because he kills their pets. But she doesn't ask that. Yet.]

He doesn't get it.

It's annoying him, if he's honest--that he doesn't get it. Richie's loud, and can't concentrate for more than five seconds, and doesn't study like Stan, but he always somehow gets straight As on his report card for everything other than behaviour. He's the first person to know when Bill stops stuttering and the first to supply cover from Eddie's mom's questions. Richie gets things, he understands them and learns quick. So when he feels a wave of confusion at the strange sensation of hope, it bothers him. He adjusts his glasses, takes in the scene for the fourth time.

"You're smiling." He squints.

"But you're not leaving."

Drake turns to look at Richie, lifting the bag-laden shoulder in a tiny shrug. It's not strange that the boy is here -- everyone's here. Everyone's going somewhere, except maybe him? He's going to try, though, to hold on to Ephemera's hand and tag along with his friends. Maybe they can be alive in some world. If not, they'll just stay. Drake's found peace in that already.

"I might. If it lets us go somewhere else."

[Brennan has been operating under the assumption that "demon" is a species and not some damned class of people. Being that the Christian bible is a myth, that is a reasonable thing to assume.

And yet here she is, faced with a glowing being who claims to be an angel, who touches Hayden's chest and makes it glow.

Brennan puts her hand in Hayden's when he reaches for her, only half aware that she is doing it.]

What... is happening? You are not hurting him, are you?

[She will get into a fight right here in this church if someone is trying to hurt him.]

Ghosts, indeed! They can haunt a person for a lifetime. But Curufin would agree with the other Elves -- regardless of his own difficulties with forgiveness -- for one must help others by advocating the best thing one has knowledge of. And it is clear that Sansa cannot move forward in her life without forgiving herself. Curufin's relatives have spoken wisely and truly.

"You were a child. It would not be fair if you were held wholly responsible for the decisions you made when you were so young. And I will always defend you."

He looks around and sees that the great fireplace still has wood and kindling stacked near it. "Yes, a fire sounds good to me! I will start it."

He finds a couple of chairs and pulls them up before the fireplace, then makes up the fire, lighting it with the flint and steel he always carries. He gestures Sansa to come and sit down.

Edited 2017-11-01 23:56 (UTC)

That's what it's all about, right? Loving each other enough to work on things even when it would be easier to walk away?

[There's a breaking point, she knows. But Elena's glad she had never reached hers.]

[ His mouth is his first and last defense -- sometimes a good weapon, and sometimes a very bad one. Curufin laughs a little, desperate laugh. ] You would allow one such as I to go free? Amazing!

[ But he does want to live. Most of the time, anyway. ] I have waylaid the highways of your kingdom; I have robbed and killed your subjects. I was once a smith, and I made many beautiful and useful things, but. . . oh, the story is too long to tell. Suffice it to say that my family and my country fell into chaos as a result of using our remarkable skills for what turned out to be very evil purposes. And when I found myself in your country, I knew only how to wreak destruction. And so I continued to do so.

Yes, I regret it. Much as I hate to say so.

Henry doesn't answer as he forces his aching and heavy limbs to move now that Kate has joined them. The relief of doing so is short-lived knowing what is to come, but it's nonetheless a reprieve.

Iamarl is solid and alive to the touch. In motion, she no longer seems stuck in a single moment. She still fails to react to Kate's presence despite the physical contact. The further they walk, the worse her condition grows. Even as she begins to regularly stumble, the resolve in her expression does not falter.

Henry glances at Kate for a long moment, weary and exposed, before his eyes shift to Iamarl.

At the time, he failed to see the grim awareness of her fate that set her determination. He sometimes wonders, in the early hours of the morning when sleep eludes him and restless leaves his mind wandering, for how much of their escape she knew that she was dying and why she said nothing of it to him until her end was upon her.

They are answers he will never have.

"She was beautiful, was she not?"

I definitely don't want to help the guy who can throw things with his mind.

Yeah, I know.

[And maybe it's extra ridiculous that she's so scared of this when she's generally one of the first people on their team to charge into dangerous situations. But it's different, somehow. The consequences seem heavier.]

I guess I just... Expect it to go badly. Except with Nico, but he doesn't count.

Taako can try but Rose is certainly not an easy one to kill. Not if the way she's already rising after the sound assault is any indication. Her ears are still ringing but she claws her way past the disorientation and straightens back up. Her pace is a shuffle at first, trying to work past the way her head's buzzing and body rebels but she's coming back to herself with each step and picking up speed.

She catches that knock, the subsequent cursing and frustration. He's stuck. How unfortunate for him. The woman dashes again, a blur to the eye, and will make the move to grab onto him wherever she can. His hair, his clothes, anything available to be hooked onto by her claws will be. He's too dangerous ranged to allow him to keep darting around; and, of course, she's much deadlier up close.

Of course. Now I really am the crown prince.

[As this party means he's come of age, formally, and he can now start doing things like... negotiating a marriage. And other boring crap.]

But that's no fun. I intend to spend my first evening as a real prince drinking heavily and dancing with every pretty person in this place.

「Is it sarcasm or is he being real? It is a little hard to tell. Maybe he could settle for slave... But that big mouth...

Why must he decide on these people's fate? For as much as he loves his country, his people, this job sucks sometimes. But it didn't use to back then, it was easier, then why is it so hard now? Maybe it is because everything in here is nothing but his own memories acting up, he's playing in his mind alone, his Priest are not there, he's alone.

It doesn't matter. It never truly mattered.」

Tell me one reason why I should let you live. You admit having killed, it will not be me who will judge the weight of you soul, I can only give you more time.

[He hates this, this artificial feeling of being closed off, like at any second Kravitz could disappear and he'd be alone here. He'd be alone, with nothing, stumbling through the fog and he can't-- he can't do that, he can't be alone. This isn't his memory, but it feels like it could be, because it could be anything. It could be anything but it's nothing, will continue to be nothing.

He grips to Kravitz harder, all of a sudden, starting to feel a million miles away himself.]

No! No, I. Fuck.

[Don't go, don't go, don't go, don't leave him here.]

That's not what I meant, you-- I just, I mean you don't have to for my sake, if you didn't. Want to, or whatever. I'm just sayin' you don't have to put on some emotional performance you don't want. Especially for me of all fuckin' people.

[Ugh, this sounds stupid. It's all dumb and he doesn't know how to fix it, and he defaults to what he does with Lup. He presses closer, bumping at the shoulder, purposefully at the hip, wrapping both arms around Kravitz' one.

In the end, he just tucks himself close. Taako doesn't know how to even be here, doesn't know how to be emotionally available, so he lets Kravitz feel the heat still in his body, lets him maybe feel a little more alive, for just a moment.]

Edited (fixed a quick thing) 2017-11-02 04:42 (UTC)

[For a moment, Michael considers just telling Delmar everything. That it's a monster that he lets out to eat people. That the faceless figure is meant to represent their last victim, a man whose face was so badly damaged by the Visitor's claws that it couldn't be reconstructed. That Delmar should stay away from him because he's a bad person.

But because he's a bad person, he's also selfish. He doesn't want Delmar to hate him, to look at him with the same fear in his eyes that he has when he looks at the Visitor. He doesn't want to lose Delmar as a friend. And so he lies. Or at least, he lies by omission.]

It's... it's just a nightmare. A recurring nightmare. The person... it's different every time. I don't always know who it is. Just that I have to stop the monster from hurting them, but I always fail.

[Whoops, too close to the truth. Better dial that back. It's weird: he knows this is a dream, but for some reason he's got it in his head that this is the real Delmar.]

There's usually only one, though. Other person, that is.

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