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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► 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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[hardwearing]

"Neither am I." Don't trust him. Sharkface has no reason to trust him, he'd obviously be begging anyone right now, and...

Wash sighs and activates his bioscan. Checks what else is wrong with her, what they need to address. What they can fix. She's weak, her lungs are indeed compromised, her ribs are indeed broken, and she's got one hell of a concussion. There's only a moment's hesitation before he reaches back to pull out his healing unit, activating it and gesturing for Sharkface to ease up his grip on her a bit so he can settle it against her chest.

Apparently, he's all in now.

"Do you need me to carry her?"

[requiemshark]

Healing unit. It clicks into place and Ephemera imagines he can hear it kicking into gear. Doing its work. Chica twitches, but doesn't say anything. She might not be capable of saying anything, but she's breathing. And that's what matters, that she's breathing. That she stays breathing.

One thing at a time.

Ephemera takes a shuddering breath, lets it out. Focus. Get her stabilized, get her warm, and keep her alive. Whatever it takes. "No. I've got her."

Even if they take her to fucking Freelancer command, Ephemera doesn't care. He'll do it. Whatever it takes.

Carefully, so carefully, he gets his arm under her, and lifts. She barely weighs anything out of armor.

[hardwearing]

Wash stands as well, looking around again. It's just a beach, cliff face behind them and the land curving off in either direction. If they get moving they have to find something. He leaves Chica's armor behind in the sand and sets off in a random direction.

"She'll be alright now," he says, because it feels like the right thing to say.

[requiemshark]

So they walk. The sand seems to stretch on forever, but that's not important. Ephemera presses his forehead against Chica's briefly, nodding. She doesn't respond yet, but she will. She's breathing. They just need to find a safe place to get her warm. Everything else is just details. "She's strong. She'll make it."

In this dream, she will. When he wakes up....

[hardwearing]

When he wakes up is another story, but Wash is just living in this moment, where they're both alive and needs his help. He won't know what to make of seeing Sharkface as Ephemera, the next morning.

The dream ends before they get anywhere, Wash waking with a fuzzy sort of realization that it wasn't his dream he just had.

Awk. Ward.