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
► 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.

Comments

[hot_mes]

[yeah in this forest Bepo's probably a little warm, but he just looks delighted to meet a friend of his captain's. Law turns a little shy, stepping away as if to distance himself from any hugging.]

Just watch out for Penguin, he tends to hit on anything that moves.

[The man in the penguin hat yells back "I do not! She has to be a girl first! Which means..." Oh god run he's going to try to put the moves on you, Marg.]

[roseofthetyrells]

[and Marg is delighted to meet him! and there's no need to be shy]

Oh? I'll consider myself warned, then. Thank you.

[ehhh, she's used to it]

[hot_mes]

[just to be safe, Law elbow-checks his crewmate out of the way before he can throw himself rather literally at the lovely lady.]

Now that we're here, I...wait. Where are we?

[even as he turns around, the background shifts from a forest to a nodescript but charming little town with no other people in it besides the phantom crew]

Oh. Here. Well then, I suppose we could get something to eat...

[which is, of course, the signal for the pirates to make an awful lot of noise about booze and scatter in all directions looking for the tavern. Only the bear stays at Law's side]

[roseofthetyrells]

[she laughs a little, but she's not gonna lie and pretend that attention like that isn't flattering]

[she arches an eyebrow slightly] I don't know. It looked like one place a minute ago and now it's something completely different.

I suppose we could. Where should we go?

[the bear can stay]

[hot_mes]

[Bepo is a good bear, he has manners.]

There's probably a nice place around here somewhere. [why yes, thank you dreamscape for popping up a cafe right there on the next corner.] See? This should do. I could use a cup of coffee.

[roseofthetyrells]

[and Margaery appreciates good manners]

Yes, that looks fine to me. I don't think I've ever had coffee before. What's it like?

[hot_mes]

[in no time at all they're seated street-side with a pot of coffee and fine china provided. At least Law is so intently familiar with coffee (and missing it dearly, when he can't get a cup at the clinic) that his own memory of the taste might come across.]

It keeps me energized far more than tea. It's pretty strong, if you've never had it. Might want to add sugar or cream.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery takes in her surroundings, smiling. and his memories of coffee are so strong that they permeate her own memories]

Yes, I think I'd prefer it that way. I have a weakness for sweets, you know.

[hot_mes]

[he passes the sugar over, while he takes his black. Black like his soul.]

Do you? Are you getting enough? We can always order a cinnamon bun. Er. You can. None for me.

[even in his happy dreams no bread none ever]

[roseofthetyrells]

[Marg adds a heaping spoonful of sugar. good thing dream calories don't count]

A cinnamon bun sounds delicious to me, but if you don't want any we can try to figure out something we'd both enjoy.

[what is this vendetta against bread?]

[hot_mes]

[bread is evil, okay? Just be glad none of these dreams feature being attacked by the great bread army]

Get whatever you want. My treat.

[even though no money ever changes hands. In fact, a waiter just appears, setting down plates of food as if he had read their minds and provided exactly what they most desire. Sugar-dusted cinnamon rolls and...rice balls. Yep.]

[roseofthetyrells]

[the giant bread army?]

Oh? Well, thank you!

[funny how that works, isn't it? Margaery enjoys her treat, but has to ask about his]

What's that you're eating? I've never seen anything like it before.

[hot_mes]

[hey, it's a dream, anything can happen.]

Oh? It's, uh. Onigiri. Rice with a little sea salt on it.

[exactly as plain as Law himself...fitting]

[roseofthetyrells]

[that's very true]

I've never had rice before. What's it like?

[well, she thinks it's exotic?]

[hot_mes]

Really?

[NO WAY GET OUT. Law mulls over a bite and then slides the plate her way. There are two little triangle-shaped onigiri still waiting.]

You can try one if you'd like.

[roseofthetyrells]

Really. I've never even heard of it.

[YES WAY, THEY DON'T GROW IT IN WESTEROS. she quirks her eyebrows inquisitively when he pushes the plate across to her]

Are you sure? They're your treat.

[hot_mes]

It's fine. I can always get more.

[thankfully, they are just plain, no nasty pickled plums hiding inside. Law is in such a good state that he doesn't mind at all, more will probably simply appear or the magic waiter will come by again...who knows?]

These are okay, not as good as the ones Black Leg made when I was on their ship. [and as he thinks of this crew, and their effect on his life, the scenery morphs a little around them, back to the cobblestones and tall houses with flowers in all the window boxes. All the women walking past wear colorful ruffled dresses and all the men have silly hats, which means nothing - it's a dream, after all! But they're all very happy and some of them even wave to Law like they know who he is.]

[roseofthetyrells]

All right, if you truly don't mind. . .

[Margaery takes one of the onigiri and takes a bite, chews, and swallows. then another bite, chews, and swallows]

This is good! It's like barley, only lighter in flavor. I wonder why we don't have it back home?

Black Leg? Is that a code name or is leg actually black?

[Margaery looks around her as the scenery changes again. she finds her new surroundings charming]

[hot_mes]

Rice is a staple where I come from. It takes on other flavors easily, whether salt or sugar.

[he knows that much, despite his poor cooking skills.

Law looks around, noticing where their cafe now sits and nodding at people. This is Dressrosa under the influence of Hope, the bright optimism of their future.]

Hm? Oh. No, an epithet. Like mine, 'Surgeon of Death.' He's a cook.

[roseofthetyrells]

Really? I think it would be delicious sweetened.

[Margaery doesn't realize that the gods are involved in the scenery, she assumes it must be this nice all the time here]

Oh, I see. [teasingly Do all pirates have epithets?

[hot_mes]

[maybe someday...

Only the really dangerous ones. It's no royal title, but it's something.

[the waiter returns...sort of. A tiny creature hops onto the table carrying a fresh pot of coffee like it weighs a feather - a dwarf no more than eight inches tall with a fluffy tail and a big smile. How's that for a nice dream?]

[roseofthetyrells]

Oh? So that makes you not only a pirate, but a very dangerous one?

[Marg coos at it, it's just so adorable!]

[hot_mes]

[yeah he's just so dangerous right now, isn't he?]

Pretty much. Oh. Thanks. [to the dwarf. Good time to freshen up his cup. The tiny person blushes and bows for Margaery, eager to help and bring her anything she wants.]

[roseofthetyrells]

[anyone is dangerous compared to Marg]

Tell me about some of your adventures.

[she realizes the dwarf is waiting on her order] Oh! Rice, please. With sugar and a little milk.

[hot_mes]

[sure no problem! Whatever they want in their dreams, they get, served by a dwarf with a floofy tail.]

Ah, well. They haven't all been the stuff of legend. [Law gestures to the street and the cafe, everything around them] I was here once. I almost died here. It looks a lot better than it did then.