hadriel_logs | 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.
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[The entire thing is utterly alien, and at the same time so strangely familiar that Kyna can't reconcile the two. When she finds herself on the couch, she's trembling, breathing ragged, eyes locked on the corpse on the floor. She barely registers anything else, and as desperately as she wants to, she can't tear her eyes away. For one terrible second, she thinks she's going to throw up. She senses, rather than sees, the person beside her, and when she finally forces herself to turn and recognizes Michael, it clicks. It doesn't make anything better.

Kyna tries to get her heart rate under control and fails, swallows hard until she thinks she can keep herself from being sick, and then, in a quiet, shaking voice:]

Michael?

[Underneath all that panic, there's still a lingering sense of relief. She clenches her hands into fists, fingernails biting into her palms.]

[For the most part, Michael is just focused on the quiet. He has to enjoy this while it lasts, because it won't for long. Well, maybe "enjoy" isn't the best word. It feels great, but he also hates it.

He thinks maybe this isn't quite how things are supposed to be right now. He's on the couch, but he remembers being in his car, parked across the street. Did he get up and walk in? What a stupid idea. The neighbors are going to call the cops because of the noise, though he isn't sure how he knows that. Whatever. He doesn't feel like moving.

He doesn't notice Kyna until she speaks. His head whips up.]

Kyna? How did you get here? [It takes him a second to realize what the terror in her voice, in her face, has to mean.] ... What did you see?

I don't know. I think...

[She wraps her arms around her middle, hugging herself tight. Her eyes flick away from his and lock onto her knees instead.]

I think I killed someone. Or... Or something did and I was...

[Kyna shakes her head, tightening her grip on herself. She doesn't know how to answer, because she doesn't know what the hell she was watching.]

[Oh. Oh. Yep. That's... yeah.]

Like you saw and felt everything, right? Through the eyes of something else?

[Why is she here? Why is she seeing this? This doesn't make any sense.]

Yeah, it was...

[Horrific. Terrifying? Neither of those seem to cover it, and Kyna buries her face in her hands for a second.]

What the fuck is this?

[That is an excellent question. He decides to take it one step at a time, partially because he's not entirely sure what she means.]

This was... I've never actually been here before. I've only seen this place in crime scene photos. I was outside when- [He stops and looks up at the bloody mess on the floor.] That was the Halloween Killer. We had to ID him from fingerprints. Wasn't enough left of his face, not even for dental.

[Mostly because he took a set of three-inch talons to the jaw. It's not a pleasant memory. Except it kind of is? He kind of hopes Kyna can put the pieces together, here. He doesn't want to actually have to say it. This was our second victim.]

The what?

[She can't quite wrap her head around it. He's explaining, but none of it is sticking, because most of it sounds like someone narrating fucking Forensic Files, and it's like her mind doesn't want to accept that this is legitimate.]

Is this... That thing possessing you did it?

[If he sounds like he's narrating a crime show, it's because he's going for distance. He doesn't want to accept it either, even if he sort of already has.]

Yeah. The Visitor. That's what you saw. It happens after... after it's done.

Jesus Christ, Michael.

[Oddly enough, it doesn't come out condemning, she's just too shocked to say anything else.]

It's like this every time?

Yeah. It's... yeah.

[He's not sure what else to say.]

Sorry. You shouldn't have seen that.

Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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