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

[drabsolutelynot]

[Rosen instinctively follows the sound of a child singing. It's both a familiar and bittersweet sound for him and he seeks it out in the same way someone pursues the sweetness of a pomegranate, finding it only after spitting out seeds that catch in the throw or feel heavy in the mouth.

When he sees the girl he slows to a stop. At first he says nothing. Only when she turns to look at him questioningly, does he speak]

Hello. [He takes a single step closer, trying to keep a friendly smile] Are you lost?

[greywaren]

[She tilts her head at him, watching inquisitively- the girl seems all at once far too old and far too young to be in this sort of form, her large eyes in a piercing and inquisitive gaze, her mouth pressed into a thoughtful expression while she takes in the appearance of the old man near her.]

Searching, [she finally says.] Hide and seek. For Kerah.

[The child is either a poor judge of character or an excellent one, because she doesn't trust Rosen quite yet, and looks around herself, taking careful stock of the situation.]

Sum vultus. It's a game.

[drabsolutelynot]

[For the moment Rosen remains where he is. Something about the way she looks at him tells him that coming closer would, at best, only scare her away]

Kerah is your friend?

[greywaren]

[She considers the question, and it's not one that she can answer straight away, but eventually she nods, casting her shadowed gaze over the field.]

He is the greywaren. The dreamer.

[It's difficult to explain, and she cycles through many names in her mind before finally landing on one that Rosen would recognize.]

Ronan.

[drabsolutelynot]

Ronan.

[He says it almost in disbelief. Ronan was perhaps one of the last people he'd have expected to have implicated in this dream]

What...what do you mean? What is a greywaren?

[greywaren]

[She shakes her head at the question, jarbling out vague words in an alien language- but Ronan isn't anywhere nearby to help her or to translate for her and she twists her fingers at the questioning, anxiously looking over the grass.]

Greywaren is... porta. Gate. He gives- form to the thought. Nnn, he makes it alive. It needs him.

[Her eyes close for a moment and she takes a breath, a soft, huffy puff of air.]

I need him.