Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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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.

Comments

[hardwearing]

I'm sorry.

[ It's a hollow thing to say, but she steps in towards him and away from the body and that's what matters.

Slowly, awkwardly, because while he knows it's the thing to do it's been a very, very long time since he's done it... Wash reaches out and loops an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in for a hug. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna tenses slightly, more out of surprise than anything else, but after a second she wraps her arms around him, hugging tight.]

I tried to stop him, but I wasn't fast enough.

[hardwearing]

[ Wash takes a moment to consider her tone -- is she blaming herself? He doesn't think so, it must just be shock. It's over now but he doesn't think he'll ever forget it, so obviously Kyna won't either.

He doesn't know what else to say. She can explain it now if she wants but she doesn't have to... he's just going to stand there holding her, until flashing lights appear in the window. ]

[evocation]

[There's a knock at the door, and Kyna pulls away. Before she can do anything else, she wakes up, shaken and confused.

Wow. That sucked.]

[hardwearing]

[ Wash wakes up back in 401, and instinctively knows that it wasn't his dream. How is that possible?

...was it real, is the more important question. ]

[evocation]

[It didn't feel like a normal dream, but she hopes like hell it isn't what she thinks it was, because she doesn't know how she's going to handle it if Wash was actually in her dream.

If he wants to talk to her, he's going to have to make the first move, because she'd much rather pretend that never happened.]

[hardwearing]

[ He doesn't reach out, not then. It's the middle of the night and it was just a dream.

But he can't shake it, either. And the next night he dreams of Maine, and Kyna is there. In his dream. There's no longer any denying that this is a thing that's happening. He texts her on the third day, aiming for casual. ]

You busy?

[evocation]

[She was kind of hoping she'd get away with not having to talk about this, but nope. Eventually, Wash texts her.]

uh, no.
what's up?

[hardwearing]

I guess I got used to your company
where'd it go?

[evocation]

oh, sorry.
is everything going okay?

[She's totally chill, right? She definitely seems chill.]

[hardwearing]

Things are

sort of complicated.

[evocation]

[Shit.]

kind of.

[There's a pretty long pause, and then:]

do you want to like
talk about it or something?

[hardwearing]

Only if you do.

[evocation]

[Does she? She's not really sure. She's going to have to explain that whole thing with her dad, and that was hard enough to do with Tucker and Harlan. But she also doesn't want things to be perpetually awkward between them, so...]

sure. we can.

[hardwearing]

Come over.

I've got actual food in the apartment this time.

[evocation]

okay.

[It takes her a while to actually steel herself enough to go over, and then a little longer to work up the courage to knock, but she finally does.]

[hardwearing]

[ Wash opens the door pretty quickly -- he was in the kitchen, which will be evident from the smell of food in the apartment. It's just canned stew and vegetables, but it's something.

He's cleaned a good bit of the soot away, most of the damage now on the ceilings.

Maybe more notably, he's in civvies. Still well armed, but not wearing his armor for a change. ]

Hey.

[evocation]

Hi.

[Kyna has her jacket on again, zipped all the way up, although it's not nearly cold enough to make that necessary. Her fingers go to her necklace automatically even as she forces a smile.]

No armor, huh? It's a miracle.

[And that's a desperate attempt at a lame joke.]

[hardwearing]

It's not. Feel special.

Unless you want to go anywhere, I'm not leaving here without it.

[evocation]

[She wrinkles her nose at him.]

So I'm only a little special. Got it.

[This is fine. If she sticks to the sarcasm, it's not so bad.]

[hardwearing]

That's special enough.

Are you hungry?

[ He is. He crosses back to the stove and serves himself a bowl of whatever it is he made. ]

[evocation]

Sure.

[Not really, but it gives her something to do. She trails along behind him a little awkwardly.]

[hardwearing]

[ She gets a bowl, too, then, and Wash leads her back to the living area to eat. His armor and weapons are taking up the kitchen table and it's more comfortable on the couch anyway.

The doors to both bedrooms are still open, and both beds are mussed.

Wash settles himself, stirring his stew to cool it down a little. Trying to think how to approach this. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna sits, and this time she's desperate enough for a distraction to peek into the bedrooms as she follows.]

Is someone else staying here, or do you just like swapping beds?

[hardwearing]

[ Oh. Wash glances at the room on the right, nods a little. ]

There's this little girl... I ran into her on my first day. She kinda comes and goes, I think she's having trouble accepting that she's here now? But she deserves to have a safe place.