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

[requiemshark]

"Count," Ephemera orders, and begins chest compressions. His voice is perfectly clear. Never panic in a fight. Never ever. Your teammates depend on you. Don't let them down. And his sister is so still even when he pounds on her chest, feels her ribs cracking and tries to force air into her lungs. "C'mon, c'mon, just breathe...."

Nothing.

And then, weakly, she coughs.

Ephemera shudders hard, trying to hold Chica's head steady. "Get her on her side."

So she won't choke on the water she's coughing up.

[evocation]

Kyna does as he says, turning the woman on her side and brushing wet locks of hair away from her face. She watches carefully, practically holding her breath until she's sure the water is out of Chica's lungs, and then she exhales shakily.

"There's blood in her hair. We have to find someone to help her."

[requiemshark]

"Her skull's cracked," Ephemera murmurs, holding tight to Chica's arm. She's breathing, she's breathing, if she's breathing she can pull through. "Can you--?"

He looks up suddenly, hopeful.

"They'll kill her. Please."

[evocation]

"What?"

Kyna still has one hand cradled gently under Chica's head, but now she looks up again, utterly caught off guard.

"I'm not a medic, and I don't... I don't know any magic that can..."

She doesn't know how to fix this.

[requiemshark]

"Please," Ephemera repeats, hovering protectively over Chica. He'll beg if it'll save her. "I just--they can't find her."

[evocation]

"Who can't?"

It's probably a stupid question. The answer doesn't matter right now, so she shakes her head, trying to steady herself with a deep breath.

"Forget it. Is there somewhere safe we can take her?"

[requiemshark]

"I don't--"

He doesn't know. The beach is deserted, sand and industrial salvage for miles. Ephemera takes Chica's hand, squeezing. She's breathing but she hasn't woken up. That's something. He can work with that.

"I need you to take point," he says. "I can't--I need to carry her. Okay?"

[evocation]

Kyna nods, pushing herself to her feet. That's solidly in her realm of expertise. "Okay. Just tell me where we need to go and I'll blast the shit out of anything that tries to touch her."

[requiemshark]

Better. They have a plan. Ephemera tucks his arm under Chica's legs and lifts, breathing through his nose. It's fine. She doesn't weigh anything out of armor. As long as he keeps her head tucked against his shoulder, it'll be all right. "Anywhere but here."

If they just start walking, then maybe--