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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-10-14 09:52 am

Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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.
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2017-10-16 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Strangely, Ephemera remembers the twins then. Crashing between them on the floor of a pelican and waking up to find them both clinging in the morning, Chica threatening to take pictures. The way he always slept well between them, never had any nightmares that couldn't be conquered. How he always felt safe listening to them breathing.

He never wanted to reach out and kiss them when he woke up, though.

Ephemera tucks the cards into his sweatshirt pocket and decides he's not going to think about that. "Coffee I can do. I've even got sugar."
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[personal profile] braveoff 2017-10-16 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perfect. I'll be right there."

He gets up and tugs his sweatshirt down where it's ridden up, probably due to the lack of shirt underneath. Now that it's daytime, he's wondering if coming over in just pajama pants was really the best idea. Oh well. Nobody cares. He'll go home and change after caffeinating... for now he heads down the hall to Ephemera's bathroom to wash his face.
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2017-10-16 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes a few tries, but Ephemera prods his coffee maker into obedience. Food would be a good idea too. Or would have been, if he had anything for Drake. No--brains.

He considers that a moment. Wonders if it ought to seem weirder than it does.

Probably. But that's life.

He's prodding the coffee maker when Drake comes back out, frowning at it. "This thing has way too many buttons."
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[personal profile] braveoff 2017-10-16 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, he still eats normal food, too, still needs the nutrition, it just doesn't keep him human. But he's not expecting breakfast when he comes back into the kitchen.

"Everything here does, I don't think half of them do anything." He peers at the coffeemaker -- it's brewing, that's good enough for him.

"Did you have patrol today?"
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2017-10-16 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Ephemera huffs, frowning at the coffee maker. "Not today. I was gonna go out and look for parts. Need to fix my armor."

Somehow. He's not an engineer.

"You going out later?"
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[personal profile] braveoff 2017-10-16 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Going out?" He tilts his head, curious. "Like to the Speakeasy or something?"

Not that there's many other places to go.

He thinks, maybe, he should speak to Lance again, but doesn't know what good it would do. He just wants to talk to someone and the psychologist is the only one who knows.
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2017-10-16 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Ephemera clears his throat. Bad phrasing. "Patrolling, I mean. I'm not awake yet."
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[personal profile] braveoff 2017-10-16 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh -- no, I'm not scheduled. Not sure what I'm gonna do, actually. Get a workout in, at least, I've kinda been slacking."
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2017-10-16 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
The coffee maker gives a mechanical beep. Coffee's ready. Ephemera fills two mugs, holding one out to Drake. "You wanna train with me?"
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[personal profile] braveoff 2017-10-16 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Drake takes the mug, waits for Ephemera to break out the sugar. "Always. You said we should start using real weapons?"

Then, warily, "...were you going to talk to Washington today?"
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2017-10-17 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Sugar is next. Ephemera likes his coffee sweet, unless he's trying to force himself to wake up. And it's here, so why not enjoy?

Ephemera tightens his mouth at the question. Last night, it had seemed--

Different, somehow. With Drake holding him.

But now he's wake and--

You promised, Ephemera reminds himself furiously. You promised so straighten the fuck out, soldier.

"Yeah. After I train."

Work out some of the anger.
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[personal profile] braveoff 2017-10-17 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like a plan," Drake agrees, claiming a spoon and helping himself to a little sugar before backing up to sit down at the kitchen table.

"So, weapons?" And they discuss that for awhile, what to use and basic safety when swinging at each other with actually sharp things, while they sip their coffee. It's weirdly domestic, but things are normal. He didn't screw things up the night before, he just has to watch himself from now on.

Eventually, the coffee's gone, and Drake sets his mug in Ephemera's sink and stretches one more time before resigning himself to the fact he has to face the rest of the world. Maybe Liv, if she hasn't already left for the clinic. What time is it, anyway?

He checks his phone and it's still early, but she was probably gone. He's oddly relieved about that, and there's the guilt again. No. No avoidance. Go home, get changed, get your weapons, he tells himself. After that, you can go visit her at the clinic. Plan something for dinner. Even if something tells him he's probably going to wind up back here later tonight, after Ephemera talks to Washington.

He'll be here. He promised.

"Okay. I'll meet you in an hour." That's enough time to get breakfast and his head on straight. Ephemera nods his agreement and follows Drake to the door to see him out.

They open it to see Ephemera's neighbor in her doorway, doing the same thing with her overnight guest.

W h o o p s.