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.
► 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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[the other guy's in armor, so kicking him in the balls is out. so she tries jumping on the other guy's back, clinging like a monkey with one hand and her legs and trying to wrest his helmet off with the other hand so she can break his nose, make him lose concentration, anything she can do to help

there's got to be something she can do, right?]

[ Well. The Meta does seem to pause, its head tilting curiously as he considers the creature on its back. It doesn't seem to think she's a threat, just casually reaches up to grab her and throw her away. If she's got a good grip on his helmet, though, her efforts might do some good.....

Meanwhile Wash is just dangling in The Meta's grip, kicking out at it to try and keep it from hurting George. ]

[George is tougher than she looks. for one thing, she's got the helmet. for another thing, she's already back on her feet after landing hard on her side. knocked the wind out of her for a moment, but being dead has to be good for something. and that something is taking a lot of punishment before staying down.

in fact, she's running back to The Meta, determined to at the very least, break his fucking nose]

[ The head under the helmet is close-shaven and tattooed, Maine's features strong. Even if right now they're twisted into a scowl, because The Meta is pissed about having its helmet torn off. It lets out a snarl, and the flame-wreathed figure draws close to George, keeping pace with her. ]

You are not involved in this. I advise you take leave.

[ Wash, for what it's worth, holds up a hand to keep George back as he struggles for enough air to say, ]

Fuck. You.

[ And a blue light starts to emanate from his armor. ]

[what's up with the looks of this guy? George doesn't know, and George doesn't care. it's hurting her casual acquaintance and she doesn't like it when that happens, so she replies to it with]

Fuck off, asshole!

[she's being held back by Wash. she's going with it because this is his dream, so he knows what he's doing, right?

and speaking of knowing what he's doing, what's with the blue light?]

[ The light flares, flashes, and then the figure wreathed in flame is gone from the scene. The whispers stop. Everything is still and quiet and the white-armored soldier drops Wash, staggering back before falling to the ground. Wash rushes to his side and pulls off the other man's helmet, revealing a strong-featured man with a shaved head and tattoos on his skull, heavy scarring on his throat. ]

Maine? Maine!

[George's eyes fix on Wash and the white-armored man holding him by the neck. she's just about to charge back in to try to help him when he's dropped, the other man falling to the ground. George watches Wash rush over to him, pulling off his helmet. that Wash knows this man is obvious by how he's reacting, so she summons her courage, goes to their side, and asks]

Does he need CPR or--or anything else? I know first aid, I could try to help?

He's breathing.

[ As for first aid... he runs his bioscan and finds that the body under him is malnourished and injured, yes, but not to the point they need to tear him out of his armor just yet. Wash is more concerned with him regaining consciousness, with who it is in there when he wakes up. If there'll be anyone at all.

Slowly, Maine's eyes open. And then... recognition lights them, and he reaches up and clasps a hand around Wash's arm, letting out a low growl. The most sound he can make with the damage to his vocal chords. But Wash seems to know what he's saying. ]

...I missed you, too, buddy.

Okay. Okay, that's good.

[she watches Wash run his scanner thingy over the other man's body, assuming he's checking for injuries, but she does notice that he still looks worried

she's there, not so close that it feels like she's crowding, but close enough to see what's going on. she's relieved to see that whoever he is, he's apparently a friend]

...you two served together?

Yeah... this is Maine.

[ The matching codename should have confirmed it even if he hadn't. ]

Well, I'd tell him it's nice to meet him or, y'know, try shaking his hand but it looks like he's been through a lot.

Speaking of a lot, though--what was all that? The weird guy with the flamey face?

[George knows nothing about all things military. less than nothing, actually]

[ Maine grunts, displeased that she's talking about him like he's not there, or totally out of commission. Slowly, he sits up, and extends an armored hand towards George to shake. ]

That was Sigma. His AI.

[George is a little surprised that he's up and around, but she shakes his hand]

Hi. I'm George.

AI? As in, artificial intelligence? Is that good or bad or a little of both?

In this case? Bad. But it's dead now.

Well, that's good.

[directed at Maine]

So, you're okay now? If you're not, I could. . . try to help? I help out at the clinic back in Hadriel, so I know some stuff.

[ The two soldiers look at each other -- Maine grumbles and Wash nods, shifting to his feet to help Maine up. ]

Let's get him inside, you can patch him up a little.

[George scooches out of the way so they can pass with her following beside them]

Okay, works for me.

What was going on, anyway? With the AI. If you don't mind me asking.

Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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