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
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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

[kidpocalypse]

[He's seen private schools before--heck, he goes to one, when he's not trapped in a pocket dimension cave city--but this is something else. Where the Xavier Institute for Mutant Education and Outreach is sleek and modern, their current surroundings are like a boarding school in a movie. You could almost expect Robin Williams to come around a corner wearing one of those jackets with the elbow patches.

It takes a moment to realize who the dream belongs to, and then it feels obvious, the same way it feels obvious that this isn't anyone's idea of a good night's sleep. These guys are jerks, and they don't even have the courage to be honest about it. Couching everything they say in that fake concern is enough to make a person's blood boil. Before they start talking to him, Evan shoots the other guy a sympathetic look.

But then it has to turn his way, too.

It's not actually his school, and even in the middle of a dream, he knows that. It shouldn't be hard to tell them off--what are they going to do, follow him back to New York and tell Ms. Pryde? But Evan's biting back most of the words that come to his mind, too. The best he can do is an attempt at that same insincere sympathy, most (if not quite all) of the ire scrubbed out of his voice.]

If you skip Barbados, there's probably a farm you could work on for the week. That's where the real vacation is, right? Since poor people are so lazy.

[unknowable]

[A barely noticeable smile slips on to Adam's face. He's had so much practice biting back his anger, though even then his demeanor never quite makes it to meek - rather, when he's noticed at all he's usually considered cold or distant. But plenty of the other students here don't care about that, they only care about the shabbiness of his clothes and the accent that slips out when he's not careful enough.

It's nice to see someone talking back to them, even if Adam knows it probably isn't a good idea.]

Maybe we could switch places. I'm sure that would be educational.

[Truthfully, Adam wouldn't wish that on anyone, not even these boys - but it's worth saying for the expressions on their faces. Though even that is a little insulting. Is it so very terrible, the idea of not living steeped in privilege?

Of course it is. One of the rich boys curls his lip, looking down on the both of them.]

There's no need to be ungrateful about it. We were just trying to help.

[kidpocalypse]

So were we. You've probably never been to a farm.

[Which is genuinely sad, in the same way he feels sorry for someone who's never been to Kansas, or who's only seen the uglier sides of living there. It's so easy for some people to eat all their meals without ever thinking about all the work put into making their food--not just the person who cooked it, but all the people who grew it and packaged it, and every other step in between. Maybe his experiences growing up weren't real, exactly, but at least he didn't grow up to be somebody who looks at a trip to Barbados and rolls his eyes. Talk about ungrateful.

The thing with bullies like these ones is that if you stick around too long, things'll only get worse, and even in a dream, Evan has to think about what it'll look like if he ends up in a fight. They might be mutants, since they didn't freak over his skin, but that could end up worse in the long run. Wherever they are, whoever these people might be, it probably isn't a good idea for Apocalypse's clone to try and teach them a lesson (and there's no guarantee that they won't have some abilities to speak of themselves).

So instead, he turns to the other boy and nods toward a set of double doors at the end of the hall.]

Come on. Let's get out of here.

[Whether these jerkwads will actually let them go is another question.]

[unknowable]

[Removing themselves from the situation is a good idea. As much as Adam would like to see where things go from here, he doesn't want this to explode - especially not for this boy who's helping him out. So he nods.

When he turns to lead Evan down the hall, out of the school, one of the other boys starts to step forward. Maybe he wants to start something, maybe he's not content with letting them leave, but Adam is the one who turns toward them this time.]

This isn't worth it, Tad.

[His words are terse, bitten off, the barest hint of his anger seeping out around the edges. It's nothing close to the true rage Adam feels at their condescension and blind arrogance, but it's more than he usually shows. The other boy doesn't seem frightened of his anger, exactly - more surprised, uncertain of how to respond. And maybe he really doesn't think it's worth it, though it's not because Adam said so.

Whatever it is, he scowls at both of them, but doesn't follow when Adam starts to walk away. Adam looks back at Evan - who he doesn't know, but whose intervention he appreciates.]

This way. We'll go to the library. They won't follow.