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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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[Unfortunate as it might be, the woman at least makes no rush to retrieve her prisoner as she pounds the control panel with her free hand, trying to alter the course of the pod. She's not the priority, however. Escape is.

[And that's exactly what Rey has in mind when she releases Margaery, even if the gesture would seem otherwise. But then Rey plummets after her, landing very close with a much heavier thud than the significantly lighter human woman.

[Bringing an arm over Margaery's shoulder to keep her steady in the rush of arctic winds and high altitude, Rey knocks against the glass with her other hand. The shuttle seems to steer upwards, back towards the prison -- which, from where they are, looks more like the foundation of an angular black building floating several thousands of feet in the sky.]

Going to have to swing back into the hangar. Sorry. [Her voice is barely audible in the wind.]

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P-Probably nothing.

[That's how it should be. If what she suspects is true. It's the next admission she hates, but nothing can stop her now, emotion thick in her throat as tears push at her eyes.]

Monsters don't leave bodies. They just turn to dust.

[A nearby screen flickers on, displaying a flicker of a red =) before displaying text.]

The will to keep living... The resolve to change fate. Let's call this power... "Determination."

The bodies came in today. They're still comatose... And soon, they'll all turn into dust. But what happens if I inject "determination" into them? If their SOULS persist after they perish, then... Freedom might be closer than we all thought.

[All the while, Alphys trudges down the hall, pushing a door open gently as if she's afraid she'll startle something, as if she's silently hoping for signs of life.]

[Her breath hitches when she hears someone else, turning quickly to press her back to the door. Oh no. Oh no. Come on, not him, not the people who have been kind. Is it selfish, that she wants to keep lying about being a good person? Is it selfish not to want them to know, just so she doesn't always have to be alone?]

It's-- it's not a bank, I-- how did you get here?

[It's a dumb question to ask, seeing as she doesn't know how she got here.]

It's... this is mine. Or it was, uhm. Back home.

[Alphys just. Doesn't even have an answer for what the fuck is going on right now. If someone had asked her later what this was, she'd have probably described it as a fever dream. Is this one even on her anymore? What is it with her and dragons? Why doesn't he just eat the criminal?

All that comes out of her instead is a dumb nod.]

Okay????

[So she just. Does it. At least this is gonna be sick as hell.]

Uh... onward?

[Alphys is tilted in on herself, hands over her glasses, screaming over the sudden noise.]

You can't! I-- I have to help them, I did this, I did this--

[Meanwhile, Endogeny howls again, approaching at a breakneck pace. Except... it doesn't seem to care about Lup at all. It swerves again, erratic, and out of nowhere, Alphys pushes herself off the floor, passes Lup, reaching for it with arms outstretched.

And then, as soon as her hands touch it's goopy chest, it explodes.

In an instant, the monster is dust, and for just a few seconds, something else can be seen- a white, upside-down heart. Except it's not just one; it looks like four, or five, bisecting each other in ways that make only a nearly indistinguishable mess, until that too shatters and disappears.

And just as quickly as the noise came, it's quiet again, save for the distant sound of rushing water.

Alphys stands, completely still, hand still in the air. Her tears are the only things that cut through the dust as they roll down her face, and drop to the ground.]

Of... of course. Of c-course they wouldn't still be alive.

For a second, Firo only blinks; getting right on board, are they? He brushes off his surprise after that moment, nearly relieved that they're moving forward, however drastic their methods.

"Sure. But you'll want something to protect your hand--like some cloth for a hilt."

He surveys the hall again to make sure no one's hovering. The coast is clear for now, but he's sure people will come running as soon as they hear any glass breaking.

"You gonna go for it?" He wants to be ready to move, if this is really going down now.

[He tilts his head a bit, head leaned on the edge of Kravitz' shoulder as it slopes down to his chest. Part of him just wants to stand there and grieve with him, but he knows that's not actually going to help him. And he wants to help. It's one of those moments where he truly wants to let Kravitz in, wishes he had the emotional capacity to give some part of him, body or heart. It's just so hard. It's so fucking hard for him to open up at all.

Taako curls in just a bit more, doesn't quite look at him when he speaks.]

I didn't tell you about Lup when we met because I didn't remember she existed.

[Kravitz can probably feel the way his chest seems to move differently, the weight in his breaths, how he seems to be struggling for them further.]

'Ss what Lucretia did. Me, Magnus, Merle, Lup, Lucretia, Barry and Davenport. We used to be family. She erased it. I lost... a hundred years of shit, to that. And like a hundred more before that in pieces because I didn't remember growing up with her. So I used to... dream like this.

[He gestures out to the blurred landscape, still not looking towards Kravitz more than out of the corner of his eye.]

So. Y'know. It's not a thousand or whatever how old you are, but. Yeah.

Michael frowns. Well...

"Sorry, I work in a morgue." Worked? "That only has one meaning to me."

He thinks maybe it could also refer to being kidnapped? Since in movies they always put black bags over peoples' heads. But surely that's not it.

[Margaery dangles in midair as she watches the woman pounds at the control panel, not sure what she's attempting to do.

she screams as she's let go, plummeting towards the ground. she manages to hit the ground without breaking anything and watching the other woman land in place nearby.

the wind is freezing and the air is thin. she's not wearing anything suitable for that kind of weather, so she wraps her arms around herself, shivering, as the other woman places a steadying wind around her shoulder.

she barely makes out what the other woman is saying, but she gets the jist of it] What? We're going to have to go back?

We're military.

[He corrects after a moment.]

I am.

For all of Taako's internal discussions about trying to play this smart, he knows this was a stupid idea as soon as the information starts coming in. This is hopeless. If she knew how to get out she'd have fucking done it.

The problem here is it was a distraction. He needs to ready another spell, think of something to do, and she moves too fast for him to track. The barrage of information- between her thoughts, his, and the crowd- is too much, and she slams into him without even time for him to put up a defense.

He goes down hard, feeling her having torn his neck nearly open, instinctually grabbing at the wound and trying to ignore the dizziness from where his head smacked on the way down. Even if he tried to get out of here now, tried to Blink somewhere, every thought comes hazy, and his concentration is limited. His staff, still gripped in his arm, isn't going to help that focus either. In a desperate attempt, a shimmering, translucent hand appears and grabs onto Rosie, attempting to chuck her across the stadium (dc 25).

Yeah? [Was that not clear? He's confused.]

It's just magic. It's like... I can ask people to do stuff and they'll do it, even if it's stuff they don't really want to do. The magic part makes them think they want to do it. [...] For a little bit, anyway.

[Speaking from experience.]

[He doesn't mind her head on his shoulder. In fact, it takes him a moment to notice it. It's a strange feeling, not caring.]

That's not my call. Do you want to?

[Harlan sighs when he hears Hayden. This poor kid. He pushes the door open a little further, but he doesn't want to invade just in case Hayden would prefer some privacy. Harlan can just barely make out his figure standing in the middle of the room. What's he holding?]

Hey. Are you okay?

[ Merle loses his shit over the arm stuff. He's absolutely rolling. He loves it.

On the other hand, no pun intended, Magnus das rude. Mavis looks like she has no fucking idea what to do with this. ]

N-- hey, hey, let's not yell at the kids, Maggie! Mavie's practically your honorary niece and we're both grown men plus a hundred. You can yell at me. [ He just like. Pulls out a can of Pringles and starts going to town. It's his dream, he can do what he Wants. ] I guess I was gonna get around to it once I remembered everything and we stopped the world from ending and stuff. You gotta admit that's pretty high priority.

[ His fatherhood failures and insecurity can't catch his ass! It was all purely apocalypse related! ]

[ Leg-gnawing is part of Mookie's charm and everyone here knows it.

Merle shrugs. ]

There's a lot of reasons for anything!

[ It's kind of weird to have this talk now that he remembers, like. The fact that Taako and Magnus are family in a big way and trustworthy above basically anyone else in the universe. Trying to play it off by going "well I mean you guys are assholes" and having a laugh isn't... really fair. Or nice. Or true.

They are assholes and all, but the good kind. ]

Y'know, just kinda... complicated stuff. I didn't wind up with a real good track record.

[She sniffles, wiping the tears from her face with her sleeve. Everything's still dusty, and she doesn't really have the energy to try and change that. She doesn't really have the energy to change anything. But he's... right, isn't he? It's frank, and harsh, and maybe for monsters still feels cruel. But she can't really bring them back. Trying that, even inadvertently, was the other disaster she made. At least he isn't here. At least.]

I... I try to do good. But I don't want to forget them, I don't-- I don't deserve it. Why do I get to live when I killed them?

[She doesn't know if this counts as mourning. She doesn't quite know how.]

I don't know how to give them p-proper rights. I have to carry them with me. No one else even knew they existed. If I forget them... they never had anything.

That might be for the best.

[Sure, there might be a dramatic and emotional explanation for why they aren't in his life, but in Adam's experience it probably just means they're dirtbags who abandoned their kid.]

Yeah? Dealt with as in punched, or dealt with as in hung out with?

I like to think so. We've managed well so far, at least. We are not universally beloved, but the common folk like us enough.

[The threats, when they come, are from outside the kingdom.]

You can forget your troubles for now. They won't follow you here.

[Hayden shakes his head, shoving his face into his nightshirt and trying to drown out the sound of his own misery. This feels terrible, just terrible, and now he's bothering Harlan. He's such a menace--a nuisance.]

I don't want to go to sleep ever again, not for a second.

[Yeah, that's probably not a rational decision. Or plausible.]

A child raised by animals is still a human, [he reminds Tucker quietly- though now is neither the time nor the place for this sort of moral discussion. There's footsteps outside.

Rome's gaze flits toward Tucker for a moment at the question and he already has an uneasiness in his stomach with where it's going but he answers anyway, truthful.]

It causes tissue necrosis with prolonged contact. Internally, an otherwise nonlethal application will kill in a matter of minutes.

[The footsteps seem to stalk near one of the walls of the home, though it isn't near the door yet. Rome's eyes turn back toward the window, standing at the ready. Whoever it is, isn't in his line of sight yet, he doesn't have the information he needs to act just yet- but soon.]

[She shakes her head at the question, jarbling out vague words in an alien language- but Ronan isn't anywhere nearby to help her or to translate for her and she twists her fingers at the questioning, anxiously looking over the grass.]

Greywaren is... porta. Gate. He gives- form to the thought. Nnn, he makes it alive. It needs him.

[Her eyes close for a moment and she takes a breath, a soft, huffy puff of air.]

I need him.

[Rather than issuing a deserved apology, Rey strengthens her hold as the shuttle turns and steers upward. Where clouds and several miles of frozen air stands between them and the earth, the structure floating in the sky is the closest thing they have to a pitstop.

[She forces them both to lay low over the shuttle's back, as the vehicle gravitates towards the underbelly of the prison complex. A door slides open, taking them to the hangar.

[With the wind no longer screaming in her ears, Rey tells Margaery:]

We have to. Sorry. The city is barely hospitable for humans and you won't find civilization around here within thousands of miles.

[Russia is a big place.]

It was real too.

[She whispers, though her fingers spread out on Adam's face, touching as much of him as it can. Her eyes, which were squeezed shut before, open slowly and she looks at him, searching his face for any sort of understanding. But he's here and he's whole, which is better than all of the duplicates of him that she's seen in those dreams.

Her hands are stretched across Adam's cheeks and nose and eyes in a way that would be almost comical if she weren't so deathly serious. The orphan girl looks at him, somber and irreversibly melancholy now that the panic has faded and she knows who's really here with her.]

As real as me.

[Which is the root of it, isn't it? Real and not real become tangled so easily in Ronan's world, in her world. This Adam is alive, that one isn't. That one clawed off his own skin. That one was the Devil inverted, knowing that there is something wrong but unable to undo his shackles and reach catharsis and so he tore himself apart instead, became a monster, died the moment Ronan opened his eyes.

She lets her fingers fall slowly, peering behind them as if ensuring that Adam's skin is still there. It is. She nods, her cheeks wet with tears.]

I can't... I don't want to go anymore.

[She's always been something of a coward, Ronan had scoffed once. Then again, she is very small. Then again, she was trapped in Ronan's head during a time where Ronan's head was more dangerous than anything that could be found in reality. Then again, she's managed to survive somehow.]

[Taako stands as Magnus moves, feet feeling rooted to the spot, frusturated. Why can't he find something to fill this silence? He should have a joke, a story, an opinion. But the problem here is that makes it about him. When he and Merle-- no, when he killed Julia -- Magnus was someone he knew barely over a year. Yeah, he had become fond of him. Yes, on one memorable occasion he chucked his soul into space to save him, but that was at least 40% a power move against those fucking liches who thought they had everything figured out. Taako doesn't really keep friends, and Magnus was a friend. But that didn't mean anything, not really.

But now... now it's a hundred years. Now it's the knowledge he was never really alone, that he used to trust and feel secure and have a family. There's another surge of anger, warm through his chest, at Lucretia for this. If she hadn't done it, he could've-- he'd have been better. He knows it. She made him into his actions. But he has to live with the consequences, something he's still never, never learned to cope with.

He swallows, but it feels dry. He has to say something. Taako's eyes fall to the man on the ground, takes in how similar his features were to hers.]

... 'Ss this where she brought you? After she split us up?

[It looked like it was nice, once. But all of their lives were nice, once.

He wonders if this is the life she thought he'd want. He wonders if she ever knew them at all.]

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