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

[trashmouths]

[ There's a girl. He's in a kitchen that isn't his or anyone elses he knows, and for some reason he knows that's not important. What isimportant is the looming quality it has, the sadness, and Richie is reminded strongly of the day Georgie went missing. Not that someone died, he doesn't think, not from a car driving away and the words she says, but someone's left the girl in grey. It's the same morose thought, like something caught in his throat.

He decides to do the same thing he did with Georgie's brother. Sure, it's a girl, but if Beverly Marsh has proved anything it's that girls are just guys with boobs sometimes. He's banking on that as he reaches over and punches her in the arm, doing his best British voice. Doing voices always cheered people up, right? ]

I say, my dear girl, keep your chin up! Stiff lip and all that, wot wot! It's not like you needed him anyway!

[ Is it her parents? Boyfriend? He doesn't know. He's guessing. He's guessing and trying very hard to ignore the fact that a girl might be crying in front of him. He fumbles with his glasses, and tries a grin. ]

[notimpervious]

[It's so much like something Russ would do that for a second she's almost comforted-- Then there's a searing ache in her chest, a hot pressure behind her eyes. It's not funny. A stupid accent won't bring Russ back, not if the look he gave her before he got in the car meant what she thinks it does. It won't bring her parents back either.

"It's not like you needed him anyway," says the kid at her side. Really? She needs Russ so much it physically hurts.

The only thing she can do right now is shove Richie in return.]

Of course I need him! I'm fifteen, he's my legal guardian! I can't-- I don't have anyone else to stay with.

[No more family to speak of. No friends, and even if she did, their parents wouldn't want to take on this weird kid who likes to cut open dead animals.]

cw brief mention of abuse

[trashmouths]

[ Girls got violent? Woah. Sure, girls got violent with each other--he's seen bruises on Beverly that weren't from her dad--but to have a girl shove him startles him so much he just blinks owlishly, the look almost comical with how magnified his eyes are due to his thick glasses. It's only temporary, and he blows a raspberry, bouncing right back. ]

Run away.

[ It's said casually as he looks around. She's crying, or about to, or--being emotional, and he doesn't know how to handle it. He settles for finding the kitchen table and hoisting himself on it, letting his legs swing. ]

Adults never do anything good for us, anyway. They either ignore us or hurt us, so... run away. Now's your chance! It's the perfect opportunity. Stay away from sewers and you'll be fine. Better a missing person's poster than absolutely miserable.

[notimpervious]

[Girls can get angry, girls can fight, girls can like gross things and dead animals and science and math and anything else boys can do. Her parents taught her that. They annoyed her sometimes, and they didn't get her, but they made her feel safe. She mattered to them.

But they're gone now, and so is her brother.

She shakes her head.] I can't run away. I-- I have to go to school, get good grades, go to college...

[Shutting her eyes tight, she sighs.]

My parents never ignored me.

[And the only thing they've done to hurt her is leave just before Christmas.]

I'm not leaving. I have to be rational.

[Just like Mom said.]

[trashmouths]

[ Rational. Jesus, this girl's like Stan. He wonders if she neatly folds things and has to count pens if they fall like him. He wonders if she has to clean things in a certain way, too, and he's about to flat out ask when he tries to reign himself in.

God, but it's so hard. There's no one to say 'beep beep.' That shuts him off. ]

You always think about school and shit that doesn't matter when your whatever-the-hell ditches you?

[ He's trying. His left foot starts swinging, unable to calm any of his pent up energy. It's a habit he's had since growing up. ]

[notimpervious]

[In some ways, she's an average teenager, but she did go through a phase where she staged her death all sorts of different ways.

And honestly, it wouldn't be the rudest thing she has been asked. Things might have been worse if not for Russ. Things do get worse-- but that is in the future, beyond this dream, memories she doesn't have yet but somehow knows are there.]

School is everything. I'm going to be a scientist. An anthropologist. I'm going to be the best at it.

[She will be Dr. Temperance Brennan, known and respected worldwide in her field.]

No one can take that from me. [She whirls to face him, a little bit less defensive in her stance.] ...who ditcched you?

[Someone must have, if he thinks he knows what to say to her.]

[trashmouths]

Yeah, I'm gonna be a ventriloquist. And a DJ. and a stand-up Comedian. [ He's doing it again, pushing, not believing--it has nothing to do with the other being a girl, though, and everything to do with the fact that it's just how Richie is, how he'll just keep pushing no matter what.

The truth is he's a little jealous. Seeing someone that dead set on something, that sure when they're only a few years older reminds him of how precarious his own life is probably going to be.

But he's got his friends. He's got the Loser's Club. He'll be alright, there's a scar on his palm from a coke bottle shard and a blood oath that promises he will be. Which lets his thoughts circle to his next point: he shrugs, loose-limbed, and adjusts his glasses. ]

Not ditch. Ignore. I'm a lucky one; some kick the shit outta their kids, some mess with their heads--but no matter what not a single one is going to believe you or intervene when someone's in danger. They never do. What I'm saying is that it's totally not so bad. If you wanna be a huge fucking nerd and study so hard your tits fall off you can, now, and you no one's gonna stop you.

[ He has to do something. He has to say something. He's sounding like Eddie. Get ready for a horrible, horrible mexican accent Richie has named his Pancho Vanilla voice: ]

Si, si, if you wanna drink the worm in the tequila, now's your chance, senorita!

cw mentions of abuse

[notimpervious]

[He can push her all he wants, but he doesn't get a rise out of her. Not in this dream, anyway. Perhaps if they had met when her family left, she might have met him at his level. She has a plan and she is going to achieve it, no matter what he or anyone else may think. Her parents believed in her, and so did her brother. She'll achieve her goals and leave behind everyone who mocked her.

His admission makes her flinch. That's what people say the system is like. There are good families, sure, but all she can think of is the bad ones. The people unfit to be parents. The ones who beat their foster kids or lock them in the trunk of a car for two days just because of an accident.]

Nothing can stop me. No one.

[She's looking at him when she says it, but it's more to herself for her own sake, agreeing with him despite his ridiculous accent. If she has to hide in her homework to survive and get what she wants, she'll do it. If she has to give up what little social skills she managed to learn while she lived with her family, she'll do it. She will be Dr. Temperance Brennan someday.

As hope starts to burn hot in her chest, the dream begins to fade away, like someone turning on a light in a dark room.]

Thanks.

[trashmouths]

Most people tell me to shut the fuck up. [ It's sincere, and he grins, fumbling with his glasses again. He's not sure how to handle an actual, factual sincere expression of gratitude. ]

Hey--what's your name?

[notimpervious]

[Well, he'll have to learn, because she always says what she means.

She smiles back.] Temperance.