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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.
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
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► 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.
• sorrow | closed (adam, richie, harlan)
For a few seconds after the sound of the car's engine has faded away, it's silent. Then comes the distinct sound of someone who is fighting back tears.
Then, in a shaky voice, the girl says,] He's coming back, right?
[Because this is a dream, it's clear that he's not. But does the girl know that? Is she asking that in some last-ditch hope to deny the truth? Or does she really believe her brother will come back for her?
Will you help her believe the lie, or will you tell her the truth? Or maybe you'll help this fifteen-year-old avoid a terrible fate.]
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He tries to be gentle, at least. He isn't always good at that, either.]
Do you think he will?
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He has to. [She makes her hands into fists. Her gaze is set on where Russ's car used to be.] He's all I have left. If he doesn't, I--
[She falters. It's so much all at once. Their parents disappeared barely more than a week ago.]
He has to.
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He's not all you have left. You have yourself.
[That probably won't be comforting, but it's what he has to offer. For a very long time, all Adam ever had was himself.]
If he doesn't come back, you'll still have that.
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[And deep down, she knows he's right. That she will have to depend on herself from this moment on, and that she will be her own support system, her own best friend, her own confidante. She will overcome the odds and get into her top choice university and live her dreams.
She will be alone, but perhaps someday, she won't be.]
I'm the smartest in my year. I... I'll be okay.
[She does not believe that yet, but she will. Once the shock of this passes, she will realize that Adam is right.]
You... talk like you know what this feels like.
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[He thinks that believing you can make it through something gets you partway to actually doing it. Give up, and there's no point anyway. He can't be sure that she'll be fine, not really, but she's taking the right attitude about a bad situation.]
No... I mean, I don't know what this feels like for you. Not exactly. But I know what it feels like to have no one but yourself.
[The fact of the matter is that for a very long time Adam didn't know what to felt like to have anyone at all. It was the reverse for him, maybe - he grew up without anyone, knowing that his survival and his success was dependent on himself and no one else. It was only after he was nearly an adult already that that began to change, that he found people who would support him, and by then he didn't know what to do with that.]
Nobody left me. I just didn't have anybody.
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[Where she feels the ache of losing what she once had, this boy only knows emptiness. That's sad too.]
Do... do you have people now?
[Can she hope to stop being alone one day?]
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[Adam's mother always told him he didn't have it so bad, that it was partially his fault anyway. He internalized that. It's stuck with him even after getting out, even after knowing it was that bad. It's not something he can get rid of so easily.]
I have people now, yeah. There are people who care about me, who will stand by me and help me however they can.
[He is never not thankful for that.]
You will too.
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Thanks...
[She trails off. She does not know his name. Perhaps it doesn't matter.]
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He decides to do the same thing he did with Georgie's brother. Sure, it's a girl, but if Beverly Marsh has proved anything it's that girls are just guys with boobs sometimes. He's banking on that as he reaches over and punches her in the arm, doing his best British voice. Doing voices always cheered people up, right? ]
I say, my dear girl, keep your chin up! Stiff lip and all that, wot wot! It's not like you needed him anyway!
[ Is it her parents? Boyfriend? He doesn't know. He's guessing. He's guessing and trying very hard to ignore the fact that a girl might be crying in front of him. He fumbles with his glasses, and tries a grin. ]
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"It's not like you needed him anyway," says the kid at her side. Really? She needs Russ so much it physically hurts.
The only thing she can do right now is shove Richie in return.]
Of course I need him! I'm fifteen, he's my legal guardian! I can't-- I don't have anyone else to stay with.
[No more family to speak of. No friends, and even if she did, their parents wouldn't want to take on this weird kid who likes to cut open dead animals.]
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Run away.
[ It's said casually as he looks around. She's crying, or about to, or--being emotional, and he doesn't know how to handle it. He settles for finding the kitchen table and hoisting himself on it, letting his legs swing. ]
Adults never do anything good for us, anyway. They either ignore us or hurt us, so... run away. Now's your chance! It's the perfect opportunity. Stay away from sewers and you'll be fine. Better a missing person's poster than absolutely miserable.
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But they're gone now, and so is her brother.
She shakes her head.] I can't run away. I-- I have to go to school, get good grades, go to college...
[Shutting her eyes tight, she sighs.]
My parents never ignored me.
[And the only thing they've done to hurt her is leave just before Christmas.]
I'm not leaving. I have to be rational.
[Just like Mom said.]
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God, but it's so hard. There's no one to say 'beep beep.' That shuts him off. ]
You always think about school and shit that doesn't matter when your whatever-the-hell ditches you?
[ He's trying. His left foot starts swinging, unable to calm any of his pent up energy. It's a habit he's had since growing up. ]
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And honestly, it wouldn't be the rudest thing she has been asked. Things might have been worse if not for Russ. Things do get worse-- but that is in the future, beyond this dream, memories she doesn't have yet but somehow knows are there.]
School is everything. I'm going to be a scientist. An anthropologist. I'm going to be the best at it.
[She will be Dr. Temperance Brennan, known and respected worldwide in her field.]
No one can take that from me. [She whirls to face him, a little bit less defensive in her stance.] ...who ditcched you?
[Someone must have, if he thinks he knows what to say to her.]
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The truth is he's a little jealous. Seeing someone that dead set on something, that sure when they're only a few years older reminds him of how precarious his own life is probably going to be.
But he's got his friends. He's got the Loser's Club. He'll be alright, there's a scar on his palm from a coke bottle shard and a blood oath that promises he will be. Which lets his thoughts circle to his next point: he shrugs, loose-limbed, and adjusts his glasses. ]
Not ditch. Ignore. I'm a lucky one; some kick the shit outta their kids, some mess with their heads--but no matter what not a single one is going to believe you or intervene when someone's in danger. They never do. What I'm saying is that it's totally not so bad. If you wanna be a huge fucking nerd and study so hard your tits fall off you can, now, and you no one's gonna stop you.
[ He has to do something. He has to say something. He's sounding like Eddie. Get ready for a horrible, horrible mexican accent Richie has named his Pancho Vanilla voice: ]
Si, si, if you wanna drink the worm in the tequila, now's your chance, senorita!
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His admission makes her flinch. That's what people say the system is like. There are good families, sure, but all she can think of is the bad ones. The people unfit to be parents. The ones who beat their foster kids or lock them in the trunk of a car for two days just because of an accident.]
Nothing can stop me. No one.
[She's looking at him when she says it, but it's more to herself for her own sake, agreeing with him despite his ridiculous accent. If she has to hide in her homework to survive and get what she wants, she'll do it. If she has to give up what little social skills she managed to learn while she lived with her family, she'll do it. She will be Dr. Temperance Brennan someday.
As hope starts to burn hot in her chest, the dream begins to fade away, like someone turning on a light in a dark room.]
Thanks.
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He moves to stand next to her, like he wants to get a better look. Who are you? He listens for the car outside but he knows it's long gone by now.]
I don't know. What happens if he doesn't?
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Well, she can be rational.
She breathes deep and frowns like she's angry, though it's clear she's just trying to cover up the despair eating away at her.]
If he doesn't, I have no one else to stay with. I'm a minor. I-- the state will-- [This shouldn't be hard. It's a fact. She has to be rational. Another deep breath.] They'll put me in foster care.
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Yeah, they will. [He says it gently, but she's right. It's fact. He's not going to lie. He's not sure what happened to her parents. He wants to ask, but he won't. It's not important, he supposes.]
I grew up in foster care. It's not so bad. You've only got, what, a couple years to go? You'll make it.
[He's confident in that, at least. He doesn't know this girl, but if she's here, she's made it in some sense of the word.]
What's your name? I'm Harlan.
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[Her sixteenth birthday is next week. Maybe she'll be lucky. Maybe they'll place her with a good family. Then when that's over, she can move on. Build her own life. Make it so she never needs anyone again.
In real life, she would not trust someone she does not know. In this dream, though, she recognizes him somehow.]
Temperance. ...how long were you in the system, Harlan?
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[And familiar. Is this the woman with the fox? Temperance is hardly a common name.]
A little over nine years. It sucked, but... [He'd dealt with worse. He realizes, though, that that could be an important distinction between his experience and hers.]
But you'll be alright. [Which he can say more confidently if she's the Temperance he knows. He doesn't know her that well, but he also knows her as Dr. Temperance Brennan. That sounds alright enough to him.]
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But she supposes that's irrelevant now. Who knows where she'll end up, with what family, in what school district.]
That's a long time. It must've been terrifying. [She shuts her eyes, sighs, and shakes her head.] I... hope so.
[She'll do her best.]
You seem like you were okay too, in the end.
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It was good for me, though. Or at least better than the alternative. I don't know if that'll be the case for you, but it's possible that it won't be all bad. [He's not much of an optimist, but in this case, he means it.]
Whatever the system throws at you, it's best to try and roll with the punches. You can't go backwards, but in a couple years, you'll be 18. You get to make your own choices from there.
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Yeah. It's... It won't be that long. [That is what she'll tell herself as the days go by. Just a few years.] Thanks.
[She may still seem dejected, but the light in the kitchen changes, sapping away the sadness, sapping away the dream.]