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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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► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► 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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Work on his farm.

[It sounds kind of weird, for a punk like Ronan.]

I guess you don't really need to finish school for that.

[Margaery is accepting as an apology Rey's tight grip on her, which is keeping her from plummeting to her death. she doesn't want to die again, not even in a dream.

she does as she's directed to and hopes that everything will work itself out. somehow. she's not quite sure how, though]

Then, what are we to do? Wait until somebody finds us? They'll likely put us back in those cells.

[she is genuinely confused]

It's important to have the love of the common folk. If you treat them well, they will be your greatest ally.

[Westeros had no need for outside invasions, it had problems enough on its own]

I am glad to hear it. If only it were so elsewhere.

Like a corn and soybeans farm or a cows farm?

[whatever makes him happy?]

I guess not. You just need--fertilizer. Or animal food. Or something like that. Can you tell that I know fuck-all about farms?

Firo appraises this new scenery before zeroing in on this new person. If there was a lesson to learn about opening his mouth to people here, he'll need some more reinforcement to learn it.

"Are your manners any better than theirs?"

He jerks his thumb back to indicate his captors, wincing as the momentarily forgotten cuffs jostle him with the gesture.

[Wait.]

You hunt your own kind?

I'm not running, I...

[But he is. He's running. He knows it, and clearly Atem has noticed as well. They take that step closer and Kain bows his head even lower.]

...It's not... it's not that I can't accept it. [He clenches his hands into fists.] I accepted it long ago. I accepted it, did what had to be done, and I moved on. As simple as that. Why would that qualify as running?

[He never faced it emotionally, though. He simply faced the practical side of things, what he had to do, how he had to deal now that he was the last Highwind left. Running from the emotional side of it had been... the only way to deal. The only way to stop from breaking down completely.]

Yes. His dragon. There was a time when we dragoons all rode upon them, though when airships became more common, raising dragons became... less so. Truly a shame. My father's was the last one, and she only responded to me... That was how I proved myself worthy of leading the dragoons.

[The Highwind name wasn't even enough to earn him that role. He may not have even stood a chance, being so young at the time, but he'd done the impossible, shown himself truly worthy of leading the dragoons.]

Hm... Well, I'm not sure about that. Some come from worlds where there aren't any dragons at all, which is truly a shameful thing. But plenty of them are also wild on my world, and dangerous.

"This sounds like such a pleasant place. I can't imagine why you would have wanted to leave." Kain is full of sarcasm as he says this in a dark tone. "It's nothing like the underground back home. The dwarves there have a good life. I'm sorry... Go ahead and lead the way."

About the only commonality between this dwarven dwelling and the one back home is that it happens to be underground. That's about it.

[Kain stares in shock, still unsure how this massive dragon was somehow... lurking inside of him. It's impossible! And yet... here it is... and suddenly it's being whisked away into the light and the stone, gone as quickly as it had appeared. What did that mean? Kain has no time to ask them about this, because he's being immediately threatened with execution.]

[He's almost ready to accept his death, too, but... Atem is questioning him. He feels compelled to at least tell him the truth. Then they can judge him fully.]

I'm a traitor. I backstabbed my closest friends, very nearly murdering my best friend. I kidnapped someone who I cared about deeply. I held... f... feelings... [This is the hardest part of the confession, and yet he wants to confess everything, here and now.] ...for... someone who I shouldn't have. I was cruel and cold and a terrible person, obstructing my friends at every point, stealing from them, working against them, fighting them...

[He bows his head.]

I'm a terrible person. I know.

I've always wished for that... I can jump, and it's a lot like flight... but noting compares to truly flying. Nothing else comes close to this.

[Kain quietly smiles again, so happy and at ease up here, savoring everything about this.]

My family... they were the founding dragoons, and the first to ever train dragons. Before that, it was believed they were only wild beasts. But they're such remarkable creatures...

[Even if sometimes it's necessary to fight them. But such is life, there are times where one is forced to fight other people, too.]

"I know, right? It's the perfect place to raise kids." Said as she passes another guard who gives a dirty look for the crime of existing in his eyesight. She pretends it doesn't affect her, only quickens her pace toward the commons. Even when they leave, the unmistakable scent of Dust Town lingers, to her.

"So, none of this stupid caste business? Or being the last of a crumbling empire eaten up by darkspawn?"

Airships? Those sound awesome. But I'm sorry they lead to that, because raising dragons sounds awesome, too.

[Aren darts a sympathetic look, thinking that tameable -or at least non-hostile dragons living alongside people would be a majestic sight. But it's not to be in Thedas.]

How old were you when that happened?

Taako… [Maybe it had been foolish of Lup to just assume he'd accept what decision she'd made so many years ago, but isn't that how they've always operated? When was the last time he'd ever denied her anything this significant in earnest? She honestly can't remember.

They are only connected by their hands but Lup can feel the soft thrum of nervous energy rolling off of her brother, the uncertainty he's trying so hard to hide from her. But every word trying to carefully convince her otherwise seems to be dripping with it, like he just can't keep it inside any longer. Lup doesn't want to sit here and watch her heart lose the nerve to speak to her.]

Hey, if you have something to say, say it. Don't dance around shit. Not with me.

[Never with her. If they can't be honest with each other, there's no hope for them ever.]

[Ten years versus a hundred may have felt like a blip of time to the two before, but Lup has a new appreciation for the world around her, for every single day that passes by. Here they both are, with hundreds upon hundreds of years left in their naturally long life spans, but so stuck on this tiny ten years span that had already gone by.

But Lup gets it. She understands completely, even if she got to live with her memories intact while her brother hadn't.

Taako, true to form, contradicts himself and leaves his sister laughing, Lup giving his shoulder a playful shove before curling right back up at his side again. She's not ready to let him go yet, even when they are cradled in this cocoon of safety, surrounded only by the people they love and trust most. Even if she spies Barry among the crowd, her heart aching to connect with him.]

I think you've finally turned into the biggest sap of us all. And I thought I'd gotten bad… [But Taako's gaze drifts to Kravitz, naturally, and Lup follows it, amusement tugging at her mouth. She doesn't quite know what to think of the man yet, but she has an idea of how deep her brother's feelings go, even if Taako might not be able to comprehend that far yet.]

Gods, you're the worst party date ever. [She tugs at the end of his hair.] Go talk to your guy. I'll try not to look too jealous you're leaving me for him. [Her tone is light, teasing.]

Huh.

[And Lup's eyes turn back towards the two kids, watching them carefully, watching Mookie's endless energy and Mavis' quiet carefulness. It's not exactly what she'd expected when she thought of any of the IPRE crew finally having kids--for one, she imagined them being much smaller and actually being able to be there for their growing up--but Lup's not the kind of woman to see this as any less of a gift than what it was.]

Shit. So Luce and I gotta battle for spot of best aunt, right? This is fucking war. You best prepare 'cause I'm gonna blow your kids out of the water with my awesomeness.

I mean yeah, probably.

[As far as Tucker's concerned, he's better off. People with parents have horror stories about abuse and neglect and all that other shit. Sure, he had some not-stellar foster parents, but they weren't that bad, and never lasted long.

He thinks about the question for a minute.]

Both, kind of. Mostly just like, encountered, I guess.

[Tucker gives Rome A Look for that "child raised by animals" comment. Come on dude that was so not the point of his argument. But whatever, they don't have much time.

Tissue necrosis sounds promising, though he's not sure he can manage "prolonged contact". Still, worth the minimal effort. He reaches into his shirt and pulls up the Saint Christopher medal that's always hanging around his neck. It was a gift from someone who had no idea what he was, but he's always found the irony kind of funny.

Shapeshifters aren't allergic to silver, but werewolves sure are.

Tucker snaps the chain with a brief jerk of his wrist, and quietly wraps it around one end of the curtain rod. He'd prefer not to lose it, but his life is far more important, and any edge in saving that is pretty priceless.]

[Harlan doesn't pull away, so Kyna settles against him. This is weird. Weird, but really nice.]

Yeah. I mean... I'm just worried he'd freak, you know? He gets weird about that stuff.

[Abigail feels another, stronger pang of sympathy. Her father never locked her in physically. She'd felt trapped though, knowing that he'd kill her if she ever said no to him, let alone tried to leave him.]

Is there another way out of your room, other than the door?

[She looks up at the house.]

Is one of the windows yours? I never left my dad but after he died, I was in another place. To get out, I would climb over the walls. You should have a way out in case you need it when the door's locked.

[She keeps looking up, hoping that she won't break down if she doesn't make eye contact. Her father had been a monster, and it sounds like this kid has a monster for a mom. It might explain the rabbit thing. He's trying to find a way to feel powerful when so much of his power has been taken away by his mom.

His mom may have even crossed the one line that her father didn't.

Abigail isn't good with kids or other trauma victims. Doesn't have Will's empathy, Hannibal's shrink skills or Alana's compassion. But she won't be like the all the people who ignored the trouble she was in.]

My dad would come into my room. He'd whisper things to me. Terrible things. Does your mom say things to you when she makes you get in bed with her? Or anything else? Does she ever, um, does she touch you?

You can do magic?

[WHOA DUDE!!!]

That's crazy. I thought magic was just in like, Harry Potter and stuff. Is that the only magic you do? Do you use it to get away with stuff, like at school or with your parents?

[I hope you like questions, child Harlan.]

[It's distracting all of a sudden, and Rome looks toward the chain, watching as Tucker moves to tie it around the curtain rod. Even in the dream, he can feel it, and while he's too disciplined to flinch away from it, he doesn't like the fact that it's in his proximity at all.

He's so distracted by it that he misses the footsteps in front of the shack and only notices them when they're partially outside the door. Rome's eyes widen slightly and he moves, startlingly quick compared to his earlier stillness.]

Hide-

[He grabs at Tucker's wrist, trying to tug the other man back behind the second curtain, the one not currently laying in a pool on the floor. The bathroom, he thinks? It's small and cramped but they can both fit and be hidden from view when the door is finally kicked open to reveal- Rome, the younger one, hands bloodied from the recent slaughter. There's a dark expression on his face, and behind him is the woman that they'd seen earlier as well, with the silver braid.

Neither of them look particularly happy.]

When awesomeness is your style, you got a big advantage.

[ He loves all of his kids including his IPRE crew kids, okay!! They're his and they're all very good and his crewmates are assholes, kinda, but like in a good way. And this is a good day in a good dream. ]

Betcha you win Mookie over easy. He loves destruction!

Buuut... it's still nice to think about. I get it. [humans can't fly, or breathe fire, or tear up whole trees by the roots. that's their curse, hah.]

Do you think your dragons ever wish they could take on human forms?

I can't guarantee that.

[He edges closer, holding out his branches, trying to tempt the giraffes closer.]

Clearly I should have studied giraffe nutrition more.

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