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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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Yeah, you made it!

[ Angus is actually applauding, as if they're at a golf match and Alphys just landed a hole-in-one. He walks over to peer over the edge of the building, and then frowns to himself. ]

... Oh dangit, he's got a vespa. We're gonna need to speed up.

[ And because this is an awesome dream, he steps back, takes a deep breath... and with a flash of light, transforms from Cool Teen Detective to Cool Teen Silver Dragon Detective, who is big enough to take up half the roof, but is somehow still wearing dragon-sized glasses, because why the hell not! ]

We'll be losing the element of surprise like this, but at least we'll catch up to him. Hop on!

Uh, yeah. Pretty much.

[That's the gist of it.]

Michael would be sorely offended if he knew Rosen was thinking about him as having a mental flaw. Sure, he has plenty of psychiatric issues, but still. He wouldn't be so against the black tulip comparison, though.

"Maybe, I don't know. Something's off." He doesn't even remember being transferred here. If he's missing memories, he's missing more than a few.

"Why wouldn't you get a trial, though? Don't you have to go to court to plead guilty?" Assuming that's what he did. "What happened with you?"

[Monsters turn to dust...

Lup's head tips downwards to find the entire floor covered in dust, her boots coated completely. Death isn't exactly a sensitive subject for the elf, not after a life on the run where she had to witness so many worlds meet their end, their whole populations wiped out in a matter of moments. But all of those people left no evidence of themselves behind for the crew to mourn. They instead disappeared completely, absorbed into the blackness that made up the Hunger.

But monsters turn to dust. Even if Alphys is the only monster she knows, the idea of trudging through the remains of Alphys' kind is disturbing enough to make Lup's stomach drop, her own forward momentum halting right behind the other woman.

The screen next to her head flashes and Lup turns away from Alphys to scan the words lit up for her to read. It all clicks just as the other woman begins to speak again, her words twisting sharply next to Lup's heart. But there's no time for her to respond because suddenly that thing is lumbering right at them, so Lup does the only thing that makes sense. She moves forward to stand between Alphys and the abomination, looking back over her shoulder to the smaller woman.]

Am I allowed to kill this thing or what?! [Because if this place will let her call upon her magic, there's nothing stopping Lup from putting this dog to sleep once and for all.]

[Magnus' face actually flushes red at her high compliments. He's really not used to getting praised so much, and especially on his cooking.]

Haha, no, no magic. Just fire and a prayer. Glad to hear it's alright.

[He pours the rest of the mixing bowl into a wooden serving bowl, one he most definitely carved himself. He checks on the bread pudding in the oven, then turns to Nah with a warm grin.]

Well, that's me for now. Dessert's gonna take a bit of waiting. Hey, wanna go check on Julia? I bet she'll be real glad to see ya.

I mean, I'm not complaining, I just...

Wait. Hang on. "Dad"?

[Magnus is just. completely stopped, gaping openly at this point. What the fuck. This makes that slip up when Magnus called Merle "Dad" even weirder.]

Who the fuck are you and what have you done with Merle???

[Kravitz doesn't know the difference. It's not as though being held like this was a common occurrence or even a rarity before Taako came along. There was no one. For a long time, there was nothing.

(That isn't quite true. There was the Queen, and there were other Reapers. Distant figures. Not so distant ones. But nothing like this. Nothing.)

The truth always comes suddenly from Taako, in moments where he is unprepared for it. Kravitz feels the revelation jab at his chest like a hot knife slipping between his ribs to the light underneath. He presses a kiss to Taako's hair.]

I'm sorry. Generally, I'm quite happy when we share something. This may be the exception.

It must be the dream that allows her to pick up on the emotions in the same way the exhaustion crushes her lungs. The air's thick with them, with futility that lingers despite the muffled sounds in the distance promising that they're not alone. That they could make it-

But could doesn't feel like much of a victory right now.

Her eyes follow the murky distance in front of them, Iamarl's movement and breathing feeling like it echoes and rattles through Kate's bones with each step taken.

"- Once."

It's not exactly a secret. She never survived it, after all. But the others did; Faith, Shadow, they made it out without having to die. The words this is it may as well have been a mallet, the realisation that there's nothing more in her control and she couldn't do anything more-

Coming back to life had been dizzying, a painful flood of relief at a second chance she didn't know she wanted. Terrifying to think that she might lose it again.

Which... is why you're here. [ Otherwise, he wouldn't be, of course. He's never been to Essos.

The fog in her mind clears, little by little. ]

This is another of their attempts to gain power from our suffering?

( She reaches back, fingers curling into the fabric of Rosen's sleeve, finding an anchor as their foggy surroundings seem to shift and spin until a blur of blue stands stark against a dark building. Somehow, it's clear this is a block of flats just from the outline, that the tall man wearing glasses with perfectly parted curtains of blue hair is not going to survive much longer in this place. )

C'mon, we've gotta-

( Get to him. Before the inevitable moment where a streak of red spurts from his neck and down the crisp white shirt. Before glasses break and that home disappears as well. )

... Shoulda expected that.

( Her voice is a hollow shell, and her eyes don't hold the same hope or joy they did before. She knows what this place wants to show them.

And she knows who's next. )

[He listens, tries to find reassurance in it, but that's not the problem and it never was. He knows it's going to work. He knows they'll be okay and everything stays fine and sometimes his sisters a skeleton and he's come to terms with that-- or he's tried to. Because it's been hundreds of years and out of all of those this grievance feels stupid. Selfish. She's still here, she's-- she's better than here, and he never has to worry about her dying ever again and he should get over that.

But it's the reminder that she's not his anymore. But she never was. But she's all he has.]

I just. Look. You know I'm not gonna, uh, I don't bullshit you on this stuff, and you tend to go all headfirst into shit-- and really, appreciate that you're actually talking to me. But this is... pretty permanent stuff. There's no goin' back from this even if it works.

[And the truth is still burning behind his teeth, you will go and I'm still here, you will go where I can't follow and we'll always be a moment from each other and why is this bothering him. Fuck. Why is he saying this now?]

( Think fast, Jo, because while Marc isn't as quick as Kate - never has been, but we digress - he's still light enough on his feet to try and spin around to the back of her and pin her arms to her sides. Kate, for her part, doesn't let up, moving forwards with a jump that launches her behind both of them and gets Marc to turn his head her way, distracted from the other half of the team for a moment. )

I don't think so, Kat.

( He knows better than to let someone with her power sneak up on him. But he does seem to leave himself blind to Jo... )

She raises a hand out in front of him. No. Not yet. "Shhh." She hisses and watches the direction in which they walked for a little longer before silently shifting down the tunnel. Old habits that come too easily, but right now all she cares about is the body being dragged, the dread curling in her stomach as they approach.

This is all unfamiliar, yet somehow, somehow Kate knows what they're about to find.

A trial.

The tunnel hollows out into a large cavern, empty of everything but a few bodies. A group of indistinct shapes huddled together, discussing things between themselves, and six people strung up against a pole running through the room itself.

The shock of pink hair is hard to mistake, but Kate's more concerned with the others there, her fingers curling into the dirt of the tunnels.

"Very well." The voice isn't hers, nor any of the people hanging there, waiting judgement. It's the voice of the one passing it. "Our decision is made, for each of your crimes."

Kate, standing next to Curufin, hisses in a sharp breath. It's the trial they managed to avoid, and the list will be long. C'mon, Alicia, do summat, she urges under her breath, but none of the shapes trussed up so much as blink.

Wade remembers the first time he'd seen Travis cry, how it had surprised him. Though enough time had passed that he was able to see the depths hidden under that cocksure assassin's demeanor, he'd thought Travis was too swept up in testosterone poisoning to even think of crying in public. To see him unabashedly break down the way he had was a shock to Wade, and he can't say he doesn't feel a bit of that same surprise now.

This sort of loss has hurt Gren; gutted him in ways that even an ocean of alcohol can't numb, and Wade would be lying if he said he didn't sort of understand that feeling. The unfairness of everyday life. The grief of losing someone special. The wish that you had been taken instead.

Still gripping Gren's hand, Wade reaches out with his other hand to grip the other man's shoulder in an attempt to lend Gren just a little bit of his warmth. For once, he's without words. It would only spoil the moment. It's just the two of them here, on a cold New York night, reopening old wounds that haven't fully healed yet.

[They both still look skeptically at each other, movements smooth as their eyes drift from each other, and then back to Angus for a few moments in silence. Finally, Lup steps forward, breaking from Taako just enough to get up in Angus' space.]

We know how to get out of here. And don't think we owe you 'cuz of that camp. So if you want our help...

[And just like that, Taako's at Angus back, slipping his wand out of his pocket.]

You're gonna put those spell slots to better use and teach us that disguise spell you did back there.

Even a second is enough. He can't keep blinking again, he's already almost out of those slots as it is. He needs to do this smarter, not harder. He needs motivations. He needs to figure out what the hell is going on. He won't die here- he won't, he refuses, fuck this- but he needs to make sure if he wins he won't be stuck here for forever, too.

He looks towards Rosie directly and casts detect thoughts, skipping past the subtleties and directly into whatever he can grab. Maybe she knows a door out, or a way he can escape.

"...Not on me, no."

Damn it, it'd be so easy if he were home--but then they wouldn't be having this problem, probably.

He grits his teeth, hating being so powerless. If he could get a message out, his Family would probably be able to help him get the bribe to an officer, but he doesn't want to ask them for help. If they'd even give it to him at this point.

"So what do you wanna do? I don't like taking hostages, but we're running out on the better options. I mean, I guess we could threaten a guy to help us out, but we need to be able to back that up."

"There are so few left. And after all this time..."

Especially with the Safeguard hunting them— The chance of finding even one more human in this hell is slim to none. And Kyrii knows it.

"After so long..."

He's tired. It shows.

[Lup may remember this group with little break, but Taako, in a way, is still recovering. Sure, ten years versus a hundred feels like nothing, but a few months vs ten years is everything when it comes to regaining his sense of self. He's spent so long thinking it was him on his own, meeting Magnus and Merle again was the outreach he never knew he needed. And it's only grown from there. Angus McDonald, who somehow against all odds he's come to really care for. Kravitz, who... god, where does he even start with Kravitz. Carey and Killian and their jokes and sparring, and finally remembering he had a family all along. It's still jarring, especially with Hadriel getting in the way. All of this is still a surprise. All of it is still so, so big.]

Oh please, everyone here is a fucking disaster in their own right. We're better than they deserve.

[He leans into her poke, sticking his tongue out playfully in her direction, especially since he just contradicted his last statement right in front of her.]

I'unno. It just, like... keeps happening. People keep liking us or something? Like, really liking us, not just like, our bullshit?

[Taako's eyes are drifting over the crowd, but Lup can probably see they're actually following Kravitz, just a little, Taako's face resting at a gentle smile when he sees the other man laugh at something in conversation and forgetting to keep talking from there on out.]

He sheathes his blade again, at her bidding. It there is something or someone to kill, it will probably happen soon enough.

They walk through the tunnel and come to its exit into the cavern.

Curufin gazes in horror at the hanging bodies. This does not bode well at all.

As he hears the sharp intake of Kate's breath, he glances at her with a seriously concerned look. He hopes he is conveying his thought: If you need me to rescue these people, just say the word. You are my friend, and my sword is at your service.

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Of course you do. You are a thinking being - even if you don't innately know what's moral and what isn't, you can learn.

[He doesn't allow himself to be pulled away, standing firm. Rhy has always been the sort to disregard danger if he thinks it's what's necessary, and in this case he thinks it is.]

We can't go - we might still be able to help some of them.

It doesn't help them if you're miserable, either. They're dead. Nothing makes a difference to them anymore.

[Harsh, maybe, but that's how Adam sees the world. You can mourn dead people, but if they're gone - really gone, not lingering ghosts or spirits caught in the world somewhere - there's nothing you can do that will affect them. It isn't that Adam doesn't believe in an afterlife. He has been friends with ghosts, he knows something like a soul must be real. He just doesn't think the affairs of the living matter to those who are really, truly dead.]

But you can still help other people. Or you can still try, at least. You don't have to be a good person to do that. You just have to - do good actions, I guess.

[Maybe that would, eventually, make someone good. Adam doesn't know.]

If you give up on that, what's the point?

On a surface level, there's anger. Raw, fresh, powerful anger. It permeates almost everything in her mind currently. But digging deeper finds that it's not him she's angry at. Rose's rage is fueled by the circumstances, by the crowd cheering, by the feeling of entrapment.

And that's what she thinks, that she's trapped in a cage of their design. It's either her or him. The only escape for either of them is death. She doesn't know of any doors or any other way out beyond that. Unfortunately for him, she's not ready to die just yet either.

By the time he's gotten that glimpse into her mind, she's charging again and this faster and more forceful than ever. A second wind, looks like, spurred on by adrenaline and a desire to win. She'll go for vitals now; however she can, she's gunning for his weakest points. The jugular is always the easiest for Rose both literally and metaphorically.

[Ellie seems uncharacteristically bashful, and shrugs at Jo.]

You do alright. Not that I need any looking after.

[That name — Stark — vaguely rings a bell, but Henry fails to recall why. He dips his head in acknowledgement of her sympathies, but says no more on the matter.]

I fought my first battle at fourteen years of age. I like tourneys well, but a knight is meant for war. Those supposed knights whom leave not the safety and luxury of court are naught but strutting peacocks who shame their oaths.

[He says the latter with clear disdain.]

Certes, as a queen you must have dealt with their kind. Some never learn that favour is won by deeds.

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