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.

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how well I know

[hot_mes]

[when he remembers shreds of this dream later, you'd better believe he's going to.]

No idea. Looks like photos I've seen of Alabasta, but I've never been there.

[by the way what's up with this angel thing hovering over him? Law shoots it a wary look, since it was inside him holy shit]

[foundafamily]

Firo doesn't attempt to tell anybody anything. Instead, he watches, trying to pick up cues to see which prison this is, because it sure as hell isn't Alcatraz. Did they transfer him? While he was asleep? He likes to think he's a little more alert than that--and he acknowledges that he's probably not significant enough for any such measures.

In the course of his watching, he notices Rosen's little confrontation. Once the nurse has left, he pipes up, "You should know that that kinda stuff isn't gonna get you anywhere." Obviously. Firo assumes that, whatever the hell this place is, they're here to serve some kind of sentence. Shouting at the guards gets you nowhere, even Firo knows that.

He thinks a moment and wrinkles his nose in confusion. Aside from the weird voice earlier and aside from how different this place looks from Alcatraz... and aside from women running around the prison (!), there's one thing that stands out as strange. "What're you in for?"

You're not supposed to ask, though Firo's found that some people are eager to volunteer the information all the same. But that's not why he thinks he can get away with asking now; Rosen just honestly doesn't seem like the kind of guy who could give him much trouble, and he doesn't seem the type Firo'd expect to see in a cell.

[requiemshark]

Ephemera shivers, watching Drake squeeze their joined hands. Hears the creak more than he feels it. He wonders if Drake can feel the pins holding his bones together. Remembers the sound they made after Chica snapped them back into place, one after another. Like breaking a branch, but slowly. Only a little at a time. "Just a fucked up dream."

[foundafamily]

Prison isn't new to Firo, but this prison is. He can't see his familiar neighbors from Alcatraz, and he can't hear the not-so-gentle lullaby of the guards practicing their shooting. So when he finally sees something vaguely resembling a human, he decides to risk speaking up to ask what the hell is going on.

"Hey, lady--" Oh. Okay, so that thing is firing up some sort of weapon. Maybe he should've said 'Ma'am' instead? It's hard to know when you've never dealt with a police matron before--and certainly never a female prison guard. Firo has just a brief moment to think about how horrific that would've been back in Alcatraz before the sparking rod comes at him.

Running on instinct, he swings his one arm to block the part of the robot holding the rod--whatever is most like its "arm" rather than the rod itself.

[hardwearing]

[ Wash takes a moment to consider her tone -- is she blaming herself? He doesn't think so, it must just be shock. It's over now but he doesn't think he'll ever forget it, so obviously Kyna won't either.

He doesn't know what else to say. She can explain it now if she wants but she doesn't have to... he's just going to stand there holding her, until flashing lights appear in the window. ]

[braveoff]

"Ephemera..." He doesn't want to argue over it, doesn't have the will or energy to argue that yes, he's dead. Yes, that's how it happened. As much as he needs Ephemera to accept it, he just doesn't have it in him to push.

So he doesn't.

He lets go instead, scrubbing at his face.

"God, I'm never getting back to sleep..."

[hardwearing]

Do I look like a refrigerator?

[ He's still smiling, though, as he tips the bottle for Maine. ]

He's one of my old squad. His name's Maine.

[ The soldier on the ground pushes the bottle away and sits up, then, turning his head to look at Kyna. He growls something, and Wash actually laughs. ]

No.

[evocation]

[There's a knock at the door, and Kyna pulls away. Before she can do anything else, she wakes up, shaken and confused.

Wow. That sucked.]

[evocation]

Um, hi. Nice to meet you.

[She waves a little awkwardly, then glances at Wash again.]

What did he say?

[hardwearing]

[ Wash wakes up back in 401, and instinctively knows that it wasn't his dream. How is that possible?

...was it real, is the more important question. ]

[hardwearing]

[ Maine lets out a softer, shorter grumble, inclining his head like he's saying hello. ]

He asked if you were my girlfriend.

[ And then, if he could hit that. But Kyna doesn't need to know that part, Wash is aiming for good impressions all around, here. ]

[puzzlingly]

You're in Kermet..., in the city of Waset. And you just got lost in my palace for some reason.

「Atem seems to study Law for a moment, see if he is lying in some way. He sees nothing. But does notice how he looks up at the spirit.」

Help him sit up.

「He orders the at the other guards, and they do. Then he looks back at this priests, just giving them a stare, they stand and so the rest of the room, simply awaiting.」

This is your Ka. Don't you even know that?

「The more he talks to Law, the less menacing the throne room seems, some of the guards that were already in there just blur and others vanish, he doesn't have the attention span to keep them there, Law being his focus now.」

[evocation]

[It didn't feel like a normal dream, but she hopes like hell it isn't what she thinks it was, because she doesn't know how she's going to handle it if Wash was actually in her dream.

If he wants to talk to her, he's going to have to make the first move, because she'd much rather pretend that never happened.]

[hardwearing]

[ He doesn't reach out, not then. It's the middle of the night and it was just a dream.

But he can't shake it, either. And the next night he dreams of Maine, and Kyna is there. In his dream. There's no longer any denying that this is a thing that's happening. He texts her on the third day, aiming for casual. ]

You busy?

[puzzlingly]

「No worries, there is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed of, he's just gonna be embarrassed when Atem gives him the friend speech...

Atem is but marveled at the grin, it's welcoming enough for him! He approaches to the other two, surely in a dream it doesn't seem too weird that he doesn't actually walk, he aimlessly floats towards them at ground level. Which means his neck is going to hurt later from staring up at this tall guy. Probably not, it's hard to forget they are dreaming.」

Yo.

「He greets them with a wave. So much for dressing like a Pharaoh and talking like a punk... And he saw everything man, everything!」

[requiemshark]

Drake lets go and Ephemera only hesitates a moment before reaching for him, putting his hand on Drake's arm. Keeping contact. The dream scared him. It lingered after it was done and even now, when Ephemera is certain that he's awake, pieces of it linger around the corners. Just out of sight. "I know," he says, quietly. "I know."

Because parts of it were true. Drake did die.

"It's not here."

Ephemera isn't sure he believes that, but he wants to. Desperately.

[evocation]

[She was kind of hoping she'd get away with not having to talk about this, but nope. Eventually, Wash texts her.]

uh, no.
what's up?

[foundafamily]

[Firo's not sure where he is or why, but that seems to be the norm these days. As is so often the case, he finds himself too curious about what's going on to care too much.

He scratches his head and looks at the girl when she speaks.]

The what? It just looks like a sword that some idiot got stuck in a rock. People shouldn't be so disrespectful to their weapons.

[Hey, wasn't there a story about something like this? Probably something Luck read. Firo can't be bothered to think hard enough to remember whatever it might be.]

[evocation]

[Kyna laughs, crossing her arms.]

You wish. And you kind of do look like a refrigerator.

[braveoff]

"It's not," he agrees, relieved that his friend isn't actually in some sort of denial. It's just grief, more likely. Not wanting to accept it even after he saw it himself. Maybe especially because he did.

"It's not here and it probably won't be, I'm not gonna turn into that thing." It's his worst fear that he will, if he's honest. That for some reason they'll go hungry and he'll hurt people, hurt Ephemera. "But if it ever happens, you aim straight here, okay?" He lifts a hand, points to his forehead. "It's the only way."

[hardwearing]

I do not.

[ He thumbs at Maine, whose armor is actually white. ]

He does.

[hardwearing]

I guess I got used to your company
where'd it go?

[evocation]

oh, sorry.
is everything going okay?

[She's totally chill, right? She definitely seems chill.]

[hardwearing]

Things are

sort of complicated.

[hot_mes]

[ughhhhh fuck not the friendship speech...

Law seems to still be under the dream influence, not really considering whether this is sleeping or waking, dream or reality.]

So. This is...my friend, Cora-sa...Corazon. [and then on an entirely unrelated topic] That getup looks familiar. Weird, though.