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

[evocation]

[She bursts out laughing again.]

God, we don't, but you said you could do anything in your armor, so I was testing you.

[Read: Teasing him.]

[hardwearing]

Fine, almost anything.

[ He lets her tug him up, a little wary now about how to navigate that joke. It was just a joke, right? ]

So you don't... I mean. [ Oh my god Wash do you even people? ]

[evocation]

Don't what?

[Use your words, Wash!]

[hardwearing]

[ Yeah no he's just gonna glance towards his room like ???

Where's Tucker when you need him? ]

[evocation]

[God, Wash. Good thing Kyna has no shame when it comes to this, at least.]

Are you trying to ask me if I want to sleep with you or not?

[hardwearing]

Okay when you spit it out like that it makes me sound like a creep.

[evocation]

It's okay. I'll give you a pass.

[She grins.]

And I mean, yeah, but maybe not right this second when a kid could show up or whatever.

[hardwearing]

[ Oh. Shit.

Wash struggles to keep his eyes on her face, because sure he's aware she's hot but he wasn't really looking with that in mind before. Now? He's curious.

His mouth quirks a little at the mention of Eleven. ]

Well. That's always going to be a risk.

[evocation]

I have an apartment too, you know.

[She pulls on his hand again.]

Come on. I'm gonna make you go into the speakeasy if it kills me.

[hardwearing]

That your armed and magic using friends just randomly stroll into.

[ Not that he thinks he'd actually be in danger, just. Of mortification.

But speaking of danger. ]

...out of armor.

[evocation]

God, okay, I'll let the armor thing slide this time, just for you.

[hardwearing]

I'll lose the helmet if it's clear inside?

[ That's about as much as he's willing to concede. Because he's pretty sure she'd be ashamed to be seen with him drinking through a straw in his helmet. ]

[evocation]

Good.

[She links her arm with his again and starts to head for the door.]

Let's go.

[hardwearing]

Kyna. Armor.

[ She promised he could wear it like five seconds ago, he's not a goldfish.

He extricates his arm from her grip and crosses to the table where he left all his gear... then just starts stripping. Doesn't even think about it, because he's so used to communal spaces. She'll notice lots of scars, knife and bullet wounds especially on his chest and back... and some questionable marks on his forearms. ]

[evocation]

Right, right.

[She's not subtle. She's also not subtle when she checks him out, because that's totally cool to do now, right? The scars are pretty obvious, and her eyes especially catch on the ones on his arms, but she doesn't say anything.]

You just wanna wear it to make me feel even shorter.

[hardwearing]

[ Wash can feel Kyna's eyes on his, and it's... kind of nice to be looked at. He glances up at her as he zips the survival suit and slips into his boots. ]

Yes. That's my motive.

[ He clicks his armor into place with practiced speed, holsters his magnum and sheathes a combat knife. He'll leave his rifle and the throwing knives, he's only taking what he is as a precaution. Maybe a bit of a safety blanket.

Now they can go.

The Speakeasy is a little more crowded than he'd like, but they take a position in the corner and that helps a little, as he scans the crowd for anyone who might seem a little too interested in him. Wash nurses a single drink, wanting to stay sharp just in case. Nobody bothers them, though, as they talk about the different bars they've been to in their own worlds. He tells her about shore leave antics back during Freelancer. And when she wants to dance, Wash shrugs and joins her. It looks silly to try in armor, but it makes her smile and Wash is finding he likes that. ]