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hadriel_logs2017-10-14 09:52 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-10-14 09:52 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- abigail hobbs,
- anakin skywalker,
- aren brosca,
- atem,
- bakura,
- bianca,
- celebrimbor,
- curufin,
- daenerys targaryen,
- dr. lee rosen,
- dr. newton geiszler,
- dr. temperance brennan,
- ed grayson,
- eleven,
- ellie,
- evan sabahnur,
- fenn havers-croft,
- firo prochainezo,
- george lass,
- gren,
- harlan halliday,
- henry percy,
- jo harvelle,
- kravitz,
- laura palmer,
- lup,
- maglor,
- magnus burnsides,
- maketh tua,
- margaery tyrell,
- mello,
- merle highchurch,
- mettaton,
- michael munroe,
- nah,
- nathan drake,
- nick rivenna,
- nico di angelo,
- oscar,
- ravine,
- rey,
- saber,
- sansa stark,
- trafalgar law,
- tucker,
- will graham,
- yehudit/ravine,
- yusuke kitagawa
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.
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.
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Don't make this any harder than it has to be. [The woman sighs behind her mask, eyes rolling as a screen projects from a device on her wrist. It appears to be a communications system, but much different from the phones of Hadriel.] Containing Number S02.023 for processing.
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May you go to the seven hells! [Margaery screams in rage] Processing?! What is that? You're not doing that to me!
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[Finally, the woman makes a sound that vaguely resembles a laugh.] There are no hells for us, let alone seven.
[And their "God" is of a different kind entirely.]
You don't need to worry about the details. I would think that most humans would jump at the opportunity for immortality, though... [Her eyebrows scrunch in thought.] Suppose they don't have much of a choice. No matter.
[She jerks her head to the catwalk outside of the cell, gesturing for the sentry to take the prisoner out.]
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[she grits out] There are always hells. And you are bound for at least one of them.
[Margaery doesn't believe in gods. not anymore]
[she gives a short laugh] Immortality? Really? There is no such thing. And I told you, I'm not going along with your plans.
[Margaery goes completely limp, making it drag her. she's trying to make this as hard as possible on them]
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[It's pointless to debate synthe philosophies to a human with a set code of beliefs of their own, and she can tell when such a topic will lead nowhere. The synthe falls quiet, turning down a narrowed catwalk leading to a yellow lift just outside, but they pass that, being on the bottom level of a series of cell blocks that are at least fifty feet overhead. It's quiet, quieter than one would expect in a prison, but it nevertheless feels as such. If nothing else, Margaery's protests fill a certain void.]
We aren't asking. [As Margaery drags along, the woman walks, and the machine follows, carrying the prisoner across the metal grated flooring. They're bounded for a pair of sliding doors, leading to a light blue pod. The walls are glass-like, the outside surrounded by mist -- clouds. Thousands and thousands of sky and nothing, just below them when they enter.
[The woman touches a glowing panel, hits a few numbers, and the doors shut behind them as soon as the machine hauls Margaery inside. It throws its prisoner to the floor.]
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[Margaery certainly isn't quiet while she's being dragged along. she's spitting insults and Westerosi profanities and physically impossible things the woman(?) can do to herself. and she's not doing this to make anyone else happy]
How dare you? [when she's carried rather than dragged, she kicks out at the machine, the other person.
Margaery cranes her neck to try and get a better look at the pods. they look impossibly flimsy to her and like there's no way they can hold the weight of an adult woman. her struggles increase.
as soon as she's throw in, she tries to get to her feet to get out]
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[The sentry merely stands in the way of Margaery's exit, silent and unwavering in the face of the insults and attacks waged against it. The woman appears to only vaguely be paying attention.]
I was against the very notion of restraints, but you, Number, are making me question tha--
[The abrupt jerk of the pod before it starts moving suggest that the motion is an unexpected one. She stumbles, hand pressed to the glass wall as something seems to have latched onto the outside of the opaque door the second the pod kicked into motion.]
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okay, time for a new tactic: try to attack the woman instead. she's trying to get past the sentry to get to the woman, sending kicks and clawed fingernails in her direction]
Nobody will ever restrain me again, you bitch!
[...well, that movement was unexpected. she barely managed to keep her footing with it started, but if the woman is distracted, now might be the time for a fresh attack against her. Margaery reaches for her throat]
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[With a single slam against the metal railing of the pod, the figure thrusts the steel piece against the glass. The vibrations erupting from it act like a tuning fork against the glassy material, forming several cracks webbing around the pod.
[The armored shape braces itself under the pod, while the synthetic woman can but watch, waiting for the glass to crack and break around them.]
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oh. he's doing that. trying to break the pod open. she watches the cracks grow in horror, surely he's not going to catch her so that she doesn't fall, is he?
...well, if Marg is going to die again, she's not going to die easily. she renews her assault against the woman, trying to choke her]
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[The machine plummets like an anvil. The woman, however, manages to grasp hold of a lever from the control panel, her feet scrambling against the edge of the broken floor.
[Margaery starts to fall. Until the armored figure clinging to the bottom of the pod, almost spider-like, reaches out and grabs her by the wrist.]
Hold on.
[It's actually a female voice speaking from behind the shadows of that hood, flapping in the freezing winds. Their altitude is so high, almost suffocating.
[Below them, more shapes -- vehicles -- float to and from the prison. One starts to maneuver under them.]
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it's too bad that the woman was able to save herself. Margaery wouldn't have minded one bit if she fell and splattered on the ground.
but then, she's grabbed by a mysterious stranger. she dangles in the air, looking up at her savior]
I will! Thank you!
[she thinks she recognizes that voice, but isn't sure. either way, she's grateful for the rescue.
she sees the vehicle approach and can only hope that it's not associated with the woman holding her prisoner]
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[And that's exactly what Rey has in mind when she releases Margaery, even if the gesture would seem otherwise. But then Rey plummets after her, landing very close with a much heavier thud than the significantly lighter human woman.
[Bringing an arm over Margaery's shoulder to keep her steady in the rush of arctic winds and high altitude, Rey knocks against the glass with her other hand. The shuttle seems to steer upwards, back towards the prison -- which, from where they are, looks more like the foundation of an angular black building floating several thousands of feet in the sky.]
Going to have to swing back into the hangar. Sorry. [Her voice is barely audible in the wind.]
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she screams as she's let go, plummeting towards the ground. she manages to hit the ground without breaking anything and watching the other woman land in place nearby.
the wind is freezing and the air is thin. she's not wearing anything suitable for that kind of weather, so she wraps her arms around herself, shivering, as the other woman places a steadying wind around her shoulder.
she barely makes out what the other woman is saying, but she gets the jist of it] What? We're going to have to go back?
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[She forces them both to lay low over the shuttle's back, as the vehicle gravitates towards the underbelly of the prison complex. A door slides open, taking them to the hangar.
[With the wind no longer screaming in her ears, Rey tells Margaery:]
We have to. Sorry. The city is barely hospitable for humans and you won't find civilization around here within thousands of miles.
[Russia is a big place.]
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she does as she's directed to and hopes that everything will work itself out. somehow. she's not quite sure how, though]
Then, what are we to do? Wait until somebody finds us? They'll likely put us back in those cells.
[she is genuinely confused]