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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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[She whispers back through a wide grin, eyes on the giraffe the entire time.]

You know what? I like you.

[Anyone who lets her be the boss without argument is chill in Ellie's book.

As the giraffe munches away, Ellie reaches out to carefully brush a hand down it's neck. Her eyes are wide and full of wonder, like she's seeing real magic. Not that magic would uh, surprise her too much anymore.]

Right? Geez, you're welcome dude. Dudette. Whatever you are.

[well, there are--or at least were--plenty of Starks. and Sansa Stark is currently here at Hadriel]

My younger brother, Loras, was that age when he was knighted. The Knight of Flowers they called him as the symbol of House Tyrell is a golden rose. And I'm sure that many young knights did their parts in the War of the Five Kings. Where was your first battle and who was it against?

[Margaery nods]

My first husband, King Renly, was fond of tourneys and tourney knights. He had the largest army in the War of the Five Kings, but he never used it. If he had, perhaps he would have won the war.

[He frowns up at Atem, not sure what he's supposed to do with this. He appreciates being taken seriously, though. The threat of Mom is real.]

Um, I guess. [He's not convinced that Atem could actually do anything to help.

He pauses, thinking.] You didn't say what your name was.

[He cocks an eyebrow. That's a weird question, especially in response to what he's just told her. Tucker's hypothetical reaction is the furthest thing from his mind right now.]

Who wouldn't want to know that someone cares about them?

[He can't imagine a scenario in which--oh, wait, yes he can.]

Just don't tell them expecting them to reciprocate. Tell them because you want them to know.

「The question is enough of an answer to him, that he at least might think about it. It makes him smile a little bit.」

My name is Atem. Yours?

Atem. Okay.

[It's a weird name, like Adam but not quite. He won't say anything, though.]

I'm David. [He chews on his lip for a moment.] Um, thanks.

[It has nothing to do with Sansa Stark, and everything to do with Arya, whom he met on his first day in Hadriel and briefly spoke with on a rare few occasions. But she disappeared so long ago that he scarcely remembers more than being accosted by a foolish girl who thought it a bright idea to draw a sword on him for wearing the red of England alongside his family’s own lion rampant crest. It’s a pity, in a way, since it would have made an amusing tale.]

I was knighted at thirteen.

[His mouth curves into a nostalgic smile, pride still there in the brightness of his eyes. He is someone who lives to be a knight with all the ideals it entails, despite his flaws.]

The Scots found a way into the castle at Berwick-upon-Tweed and slaughtered its English garrison. My father took myself and two hundred men to reclaim it by siege. Yet once we reached it, he made the decision that we needed not waste the time nor the resources and we stormed the gates. In two hours we had won the castle back through battle.

[At mention of her first husband, he cocks his head.]

...You have wed more than once? And what say you? War of the five kings? Not seven?

「Excuse you, your name is weird to him! He will also not say anything no worries.

The weird named guy widens his smile and nods, saying nothing more, he turns to the door and leaves this dream. You can bet he took the bunny with him.」

[yes, it would've been. the Lannisters do love their red and gold and their lions]

Thirteen? My goodness, you must have been some kind of prodigy!

[most of the knights of Westeros are no true knights. she'd be glad to know that those of other worlds are]

Only two hundred men? Your father must have been an extraordinary leader, to take a place with so few men.

I've been wed three times. Once to King Renly, once to King Joffrey [which is said with no small amount of derision], and once to King Tommen. When I died, I was still wed to Tommen. But marriage vows end when a person dies.

And yes, five kings. Joffrey Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Renly Baratheon, Robb Stark, and Balon Greyjoy. The war started because there were--questions about the legitimacy of Joffrey. They say he wasn't fathered by the former king, Robert Baratheon, but by the queen's twin brother, Jaime Lannister. Before we knew it, all of Westeros was at war against one another.

[ S H R U G. ]

Stuff happens! I never did babysit much, though. Nah, I had to go out and get my own like a big loser. [ He's joking. Not about getting his own, he guesses. But about it making him a loser, because honestly it's only made him a winner. ] They're great, though!

[ Merle has, ironically, forgotten more in his life than some people ever live through. Magnus accidentally calling him "Dad" is not one of those things.

Anyway, he'll let this tone slide, young man. ]

Yeah. Yeah, okay, you got me! [ He wiggles his fingers. OOooooOOOoOOOooOoO... ] I'm a double that grew out of the arm you chopped off!

It's a comfort, in a strange way, to know that Kate can consequently understand the nuances words cannot capture when he says, "Iamarl saved me from certain death."

Unlike him and Edward, born into the highest echelons of their society, Iamarl will be lost to history as nothing more than a name on a payroll in Edward's household. It grieves him to know that she exists as a fully-realised person only as long as their living memory lasts.

Awfully, selfishly, he wants this dream to stay with Kate so one more person knows how much her life mattered, even if only to him.

"'Twas still the hardest battle of my life. But together... we won enough time to escape. The trumpets that heralded the presence of our successful allies called to us. We were free to abandon our failing positions. We lived to retreat. Fool that I was, I saw not... ah. Any of this."

His eyes return to Iamarl. How obvious her struggle, how plain her encroaching death. It's why he dreams this particular nightmare most of all when Champagne haunts him; how did he not realise?

At least not until...

Just like that, Iamarl's arduous steps come to a halt. Her weight slumps heavily as she stops walking.

Without looking at her, Henry tells Kate in a low, harsh tone, "Let her go."

[She shrugs, looking at Rosen kinda funny, as though that's a strange thing to ask.]

Home. You feelin' okay, doc?

[She takes them and nods, eyes on the nearest giraffe.]

They should just come right to us. I mean, if what we have looks good. Guess we just hope you're a good branch picker.

[Jo smiles broadly, despite her arms being pinned to her sides.

She goes limp, dragging Marc down a little before she stands again, driving him back and hopefully forcing him to let go.]

[Jo laughs, smiling at Riley as Ellie protests.]

See what we have to put up with?

[Michael... isn't mad? What? He should be mad. Most people get mad. Then again, maybe Michael doesn't know about enchantment magic? Michael doesn't know a lot of things about magic, which is weird. And he'll be mad once he knows what it is, but... Well, lying would only make things worse.]

It's, um... [He drags his shoe through the grass.] I can make people do stuff sometimes. Only sometimes. I'm not that good at it, but Mom-- [Wait. He doesn't want to talk about Mom.] Never mind. I'm sorry I did that.

[She'll take that. They may be in really different stages of life, but Ellie seems like a good kid.]

They probably have to eat a bunch every day just to keep their energy up. That's how it is for big animals, I think. Someone get this guy to an all-you-can-eat buffet.

[On some level, she has to know this is a dream. Something's always just slightly off, even if this is one of the scariest situations she's ever been in. Alphys wishes this is the kind of dream she could change- be able to know it's not real and bend the world to something better. Ever since her death in Hadriel almost a year ago, she's been trying desperately to do better, to be someone's hero, to do-- god, something, anything so she's not so useless.

In the end, seems like it's gotten her into the same amount of trouble lying and hiding has. But at least this doesn't stay with her. At least when every once in a while she does help, she knows she did something. She did better. Just a little bit better.

But god, how does she help Lup here? This is-- this is a real fight. She doesn't fight. She's built-- okay, so she's built a gun before, and it was pretty badass. But that's building. Not combat, not fighting, nowhere near this.]

I-- I don't want you to be alone.

[Her presence is really all she has to offer, at this point. But she still needs to try, or... or something.]

[His face gets hot. The neighbors couldn't know, could they? Mom wouldn't let that happen... But what if they do know? He recoils into himself, suddenly self conscious.

It's interesting, thinking of his mother as sick. It's not something he's ever thought about in that way before, but it's probably true. She's certainly not normal, if the way other kids talk about their moms is anything to go by. It's difficult to see outside of his bubble at this age. He wishes he could swap places with another kid, just for a day or two, so he could get a better hold on how his situation compares to everyone else's.

On the rare occasions when he's brought up the kinds of things his mother does--not what she does to him, of course, because that's a secret he has to keep--the other kids never know what he's talking about.

But Abigail said her dad was sick too, so maybe she'll understand? He picks at the blood clotting on his knee.]

Um... She talks to herself sometimes? Mostly at nighttime, when she lets me sleep in my room but locks the door. I think she thinks I can't hear her, but she gets loud and sometimes she breaks stuff. [He shrugs. It sounds silly, saying it out loud.] And then sometimes she does the opposite and she won't let go of me ever. She makes me stay in bed with her. It's really boring.

Ah, he was afraid they would reach this point at some moment. He's familiar with the despair of not being able to find something might cause, he searched for so long for himself after all.

But, he didn't do it alone, no, which is why he sticks to him, because maybe they can find it together. Even after all this time, even after how tired the kid might also look, he still manages a little smile. Just for this guy.

"You must believe... What is your name anyway?"

Edited 2017-11-16 05:26 (UTC)

[Sure enough, the papers do wonders to slow Harlan's progress. God, what he wouldn't give to have his fucking magic back. He could just Dimension Door both of them out of here.

He does his best to hold onto Hayden, though, even if he can't keep trudging forward.]

That's fucking stupid. I'm not leaving you here.

[And he won't--or, well, he'll do everything in his power to not let that happen. Harlan lets the papers do what they're going to do and he doesn't resist except to keep as tight of a grip on Hayden as he can.]

I'll try.

[And she says that a lot, but she means it genuinely. She hesitates, then rests her head against his shoulder almost experimentally.]

Do you think I should tell Tucker?

You make people do stuff? Like, they have to do what you say?

[Yeah, that's scary. But it's also really interesting. This kind of stuff only happens on tv or in comic books. It's... kind of cool, actually.]

Do you have superpowers?

[Michael swears he moved something with his mind once, but he couldn't do it again, and anyway that's small stuff compared to this.]

[Magnus bats at his wiggling fingers. Stoppit.]

Then why do you still have a wooden arm, clone Merle?? Also, I need to set the record straight on account of your fucking kids are here, but [He raises his voice so everyone can hear him.] if I didn't chop your arm off you would have died forever!

When the hell were you going to introduce us to your actual spawn!? On my deathbed!?

[He points angrily at Mavis.]

NICE TO MEET YOU, I'M MAGNUS, YOUR DAD'S OTHER FAMILY.

[He's kind of having a moment about this, okay.]

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