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

delight... they can have something nice

[sheathes]

The clothes, while different, are still close enough to those from her own time that Saber doesn't feel out of place — though, fortunately for her, she's been taken for a nobleman. She couldn't claim to know anything of women's fashion, often staring at her wife's dresses in confusion, wondering how she could possibly move under so many layers. Of course, Guinevere had always been far more graceful than herself.

Regardless of familiarity, her initial reaction to the dream is wary, and understandably so. But by the time she sees Henry, though, she's allowed herself to relax somewhat. While all the gods are troublesome, there are those that chose to draw from more positive emotions — evidently, this is the work of one of those. Soon, she's stacking her plate high (ridiculously high, for one of her size) with barely contained glee, only for her eyes to widen in shock after only the first bite.

"This is... what has happened to the food since my time? This is far superior!" It helps, of course, that she's not dealing with Gawain's cooking, or the cooks that took her stoic silence as approval. She gives him a look of surprise. "You are most fortunate, Henry."

He will never know her suffering.

[hotspurred]

"I was most fortunate."

He remarks drily, between mouthfuls. His tone takes on an air of longing.

"Now I merely dream of what I ate at home. The masterpieces of Northumberland's finest cooks..."

And they truly are masterpieces; being the most powerful noble family in the North, the Percies enjoyed the very best luxuries. He helps himself to some roast venison next.

"...Was your table truly so lacking?"

He did not expect to hear that from the king of all Britons. Than again, the Crusades had a big impact on medieval culinary offerings.

[sheathes]

Saber knows that, being a dream, none of this will remain to fill her stomach when she awakens. But it feels real enough now, and unconcerned about her appearance, she devours more and more as the seconds pass; eating like a man four times her own weight.

If nothing else, she at least has the decency to swallow before speaking.

"At the time, I thought it adequate." She shudders to think of it, after the rare celebrations in Hadriel, and now this. "The knights were satisfied, so I gave no protest. But even within Camelot, meals were rarely more than bread, ale, and vegetables. Even the meat was not prepared in such an extravagant way."

A vicious cycle. She made no complaints because of her knights, who in turn dared not say anything because their king did not. Regret swells in her chest with every bite.

"Henry." Her face is a picture of seriousness, even as she lifts venison to her mouth, following his lead, and her words carry the weight of kingship. "We must find someone in Hadriel to produce these kinds of delicacies. It is crucial for the sake of morale."

[hotspurred]

A truly kingly appetite. Henry's certainly impressed by how much Saber can put away. You would not think it to look at her, but then again, perhaps that is how she fuels her monstrous strength.

Her sovereign's tone naturally commands his full attention, and he pauses eating to listen.

He exhales half an incredulous scoff, the noise silenced before it is fully formed as he immediately reconsiders.

Almost two years of daily longing is a potent decision-maker.

And is not every slither of morale they hold a victory against their captors? So perhaps undertaking such a quest is not quite so absurd after all.

"We shall know not defeat, my lord," Henry vows, the weight of her tone demanding that he answer as a knight. "For too long has worthy food been confined to our dreams."

[sheathes]

"Far too long."

Saber agrees, knowing this is one dream she will be glad to remember. Partly for the company, but mostly for the feast (sorry Henry). Though she cannot grow full, one would expect the act of eating to eventually lose its luster... but she shows no sign of slowing, only talking between platefuls.

"Were that I could take both you and your cooks back to my own time." It's a jest, but only half of one. "A great knight, and such wonderful meals... my army would be bolstered twofold."

Maybe Camelot would never have fallen, if Mordred was fed better... just kidding. After a moment, she pointedly adds: "Though I would not go so far as to thank the gods, this is a pleasant memory, compared to what we might have endured. I do enjoy spending time with you, even within a dream."

[hotspurred]

Henry smiles warmly.

"You honour us. Naturally, you are most welcome at our table in Warkworth or Alnwick. Irisviel once mentioned something about you being summonable...?"

Summoning King Arthur to dinner. That would certainly make for a memorable feast. He says it in the same spirit — they have enough wars to fight without fighting another for the Holy Grail too. What is all that about, anyway? He had not the heart to press Irisviel when it distressed her so.

"And I you. Though think me not rude to favour our meal over conversation. Indeed, let me not hinder the satisfaction of your kingly appetite."

It's best not to waste their good fortune whether the gods' ministrations are concerned.