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
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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

[warubble]

[Fenn is used to these discussions and decisions. It's the same song and dance in another setting, lulling and familiar even if it isn't at all. He can even hear his mother's voice in his mind, commending the decision. Another rising star making her mark. Proving her worth.

Somehow Fenn is now watching the distant destruction with her.]

Good call.

[This is not a heart felt statement. This is more something that should be said to cover up things that he shouldn't be thinking. The carelessly casual acceptance of things to mute horror, mitigate guilt, but it doesn’t reach his face at all. His face speaks more elegantly of horror and personal regret, the reluctance to fully engage a situation's tragedy.]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh lifts her chin. She must act professionally or her enemies will sense weakness and destroy her. Rightly, she knows. The Empire abides no such sentiment. They must be strong in the face of adversity and prepared to meet the enemy on whatever terms the battlefield demands.]

It utilized the minimum amount of resources for the maximum impact, sir!

[warubble]

A complete victory. You should be proud. Maybe you'll get some kind of promotion.

[ Fenn's always been naively trusting. It's something that has gotten him in trouble time and again. He thinks he can recognize that posture. He recognizes the polished words said before a drunk enlisted man breaks it down to "more of those fuckers died than us."]

At least it was quick.

[mismanagement]

I demonstrated proper conduct in a battle situation and provided an effective solution to the problem at hand.

[She does, on that, deserve a promotion. But only if she can keep her face empty.]

Yes, sir. It was--efficient.

[warubble]

Ruthlessly efficient. You'll be good at this.

[It's difficult to impossible to break out of the stilted phrases. It's never really safe to do that anyway, but sometimes Fenn wonders, if he had just asked a few more questions, voiced more doubts, if things would have turned out differently.]

I'm not "sir" or anything anymore. You can say what you mean, if you want. First time I did something like this, I got so drunk I didn't know who I was for a week. [He had done it on a much, much smaller scale. It had been more personal. That seemed almost...better than this detached destruction. He knew some of their names, so it was probably worse.]

[mismanagement]

I will always act as my Empire requires. [One day, when she's stronger, this will come easily. She's been told so.

Maketh holds herself still, back ramrod straight. It's a trick. He's only saying that to get her to reveal a weakness.]

As you say, sir. I would never appear intoxicated for my shift. Our duty to the Empire is paramount!

[And if it sounds like she's reciting something off a propaganda reel, well.]

[warubble]

[Fenn wonders if he looked that stiff giving his first reports.
Probably, but then he'd grown up with his mother demanding accounts for all his mistakes. Fenn knows different phrases, but he's repeated this sentiment over and over and over. Veris first. It's always been Veris before any selfish desires, and Veris who would make use of Fenn despite his many imperfections.]

Duty is paramount. Before self, family, and love.

[Fenn pauses.]

I don't believe that anymore. [Fenn looks at her and grins unhappily.] It's pretty fucking awful. I'm not sure I can recommend it.