Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

[hadrielmods]

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.

Comments

[aroundthecoroner]

[This is when it occurs to him that he should maybe be keeping some of this to himself. Whoopsie.]

More like... I don't know. Recurring nightmare? I know its rules, but I don't know how. [Hey, that part's not even a lie.] Maybe I made it up?

[That part's also not a lie but Michael has no idea, making it very, very meta.]

[aroundthecoroner]

It's always like this. [Worse, actually.] And... a while.

[He watches the monster continue its mini-rampage, starting in on the couch, shredding it with its long claws and teeth.]

Good to know that things like this have happened more than once. [Ah yes, sarcasm.] Why've you seen so many ghosts, though? Are you one of those ghost hunters? Aren't you a little young for that?

[sheathes]

[ Arturia is her name by birth. Artorius is the false name she's been living with. But, one she draws the sword... there's another name she'll be known by. ]

Arthur. [ It sounds right when she says it. There's no posturing, no grandeur; the name carries no weight yet. She'll have to earn that. ] The king was my father. That is why it falls to me to draw the sword.

[hot_mes]

[that's a good deflection because boy howdy, does he know recurring nightmares]

Ah. In that case, it's all yours. I have enough of my own to deal with.

[this definitely fits the characteristics of a dream conversation. Does it make sense? Only in the moment. It's all good. And seeing that Michael isn't in danger necessarily, Law is content. It is odd, watching this shadow pace and garble and threaten a seemingly innocuous, er, person, but it's following its own rules and thus, Not His Problem.]

[notimpervious]

According to some, yes. And if that's something both of you want, then it is admirable that you were able to reconcile. It's not always possible.

[She reaches out and sets a hand on Elena's forearm, like Angela does for her sometimes.]

It may have been difficult, but you are past it now.

[lemontree]

[ Well, if he isn't going to answer her questions, then she'll have to cave and actually try and have fun. The young queen smirks, urging Drogon on, and the pair fly after Osiris and Atem through the air. She doesn't quite howl the way he does, but her expression is bright and thrilled.

It isn't as if she's ever really flown them around for pure enjoyment before, and this dream is... very vivid. ]

[sciencelizard]

[Honestly, if she wasn't already dreaming, she'd be convinced she is now. What is happening. Who IS this. How has she never seen them in the cave before because omg omg omg.]

Uh!!! Okay!!!

[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA]

Which uh, w-which way did he go???

[sciencelizard]

[Alphys' steps are heavy as the two start making it down the hall, head forward, focus gone. As they walk, more screens on the side of the wall flicker on with more entries, though Alphys doesn't seem to notice them past how they illuminate the space.

The barrier is locked by SOUL power.. Unfortunately, this power cannot be recreated artificially. SOUL power can only be derived from what was once living. So, to create more, we will have to use what we have now... The SOULs of monsters.

Using the blueprints, I've extracted it from the human SOULs. I believe this is what gives their SOULs the strength to persist after death. The will to keep living... The resolve to change fate. Let's call this power... "Determination."

I wonder... What happens when something without a SOUL gains the will to live?

Meanwhile, the noise once again echoes down the hall, but much closer this time. Alphys is leading, but the lab is labyrinthine, twisting and weaving until the original door they entered from is long gone. Still, though, despite the twisting path, every step seems to bring them closer to that hollow... well, it almost sounds like it could be a dog's bark. Meanwhile, the screens get more desperate as they go, projecting entries from the wall.

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

experiments on the vessel are a failure.

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

The whole time, she's quiet. Trudging ever-forward, every surface still coated in dust.]

[anoshe]

I'm sure we could find out if we wanted to, but that would ruin the fun.

[He grins, and sips his champagne.]

Of course I dance. And quite well, or so I'm told. Would you like to?

[unknowable]

Adam.

[He holds out a hand to shake, already more positively inclined toward Tucker than he normally would be to strangers. There's still an undercurrent of anger - this is a Rage dream, after all - but without the inciting factor it doesn't feel so important anymore.]

I mostly just try not to let them get to me. You seem familiar with guys like that, though.

[And not in a good way - which is to say, not in a way that would imply Tucker comes from money or that sort of blind privilege. Adam doesn't hate all rich folks, but man, they sure can be hard to like sometimes.]

[aroundthecoroner]

[Michael actually... kind of appreciates that. He prefers to deal with his own shit, and to let other people do the same. People who want a part of everyone's private business just exhaust him.]

Thanks. And, uh, good luck with yours?

[He'll find out about that soon enough.]

[hot_mes]

[UGH does he really want to go face his own nightmares?

Well. It might be for the best. His dreams have been weird this week, he'll take weird over what's going to happen next week.]

Yeah, luck is right.

[time to wake up!]

[roseofthetyrells]

I suppose it would? Best to leave it a mystery.

[she sips hers as well, giggling a little at the fizz]

I would love to.

[knifecollecting]

We just got off a vampire hunt. [Jo says it calmly, as if it's totally normal.]

We'll look for the next job at Bobby's.

[knifecollecting]

Jo frowns, watching the younger version of Nick with sympathy in her eyes.

"I dunno. In my world, there's a Heaven." She's been there for years. She sighs, glancing at the older Nick, shrugging.

"But I don't think God's around."

Re: Sorrow

[knifecollecting]

[Despite the situation, she laughs quietly.]

Yeah, I dunno.

[imhisaunt]

[Delmar covers his mouth with a hand, going quiet as his eyes seem intent on looking even though the rest of him desperately wants to look away. In the same manner train wrecks and crime scenes seem to hold that gut morbid curiosity that both demands attention and instills horror.

At last he's able to look away, returning his attention to Michael.]

You poor thing, living with this nightmare again and again.

[How awful that must be. Not having restful sleep or dreams of more pleasant things. Delmar pats at Michael's arm again]

You've tried your very best. There's nothing else you could do.

[He wants to make sure Michael doesn't beat himself up over the actions of some nightmare creature in his mind]

Re: Sorrow

[toiletseat_girl]

[George looks at Sam, then thinks about Dean. looks, then thinks again]

Yeah, I can see cousins twice removed, but brothers? Nahhhhh.

Re: Sorrow

[knifecollecting]

Both of 'em kind of look like their dad. Dean takes after him more.

[Oh, George. Cousins.]

Re: Sorrow

[toiletseat_girl]

[was all set to make a hot dad joke, then oh. oh.]

So you all--knew each other growing up?

Re: Sorrow

[knifecollecting]

[It would have been correct.]

No. I didn't know them.

Re: Sorrow

[toiletseat_girl]

Oh. It's just that he said something about your dad knowing their dad, so I--assumed. Incorrectly.

Re: Sorrow

[knifecollecting]

I knew their dad when I was little. Met them later.

[aroundthecoroner]

[Life's not fair, Harlan!!!

Michael is about to give him a weird look for ordering him to go get the shovel back, but then his eyes kind of go unfocused for a moment. It was mean to throw the trowel. He should go get it, to be nice. He starts to move away, turning in the direction he tossed the shovel, when a shiver goes through him, and he stops.

He doesn't know how he knows, but someone just tried to do something to him, to his brain. Tried to make him do something. The sensation is completely alien and it makes his heart beat faster. He turns slowly back to Harlan.]

What did you just do to me?

Re: Sorrow

[toiletseat_girl]

How much later?

[realizes now nosy she's being]

You don't have to tell me or anything.