hadriel_logs | 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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[The dream is fairline mundane; a picnic outdoors on a sunny day, when everything's just right. Pleasant, but not terribly notable. A few things make it stand out, though. For starters, the picnic blanket is spread out in the 'front yard' of a sprawling ruin, all made up of things to climb and hidden alcoves to explode.

Yet not far away is a beautiful house just off a beach. It's got big windows and climbing and diving equipment stowed at the side of the house and there's just this feeling that it would be the perfect place to live, proximity to ruins aside. Actually, those are probably the selling point.

And there's a baby in her arms. Elena laughs softly and tucks makes soothing sounds when the infant fusses. They're not going anywhere, though. This is right where she'd like to be.]

[ooc; I'm at a trade show for work, so I'm trying to keep this light. Part II will be fully OTA though!]

Edited 2017-10-17 20:01 (UTC)

[Nate doesn't mean to wander, but Jesus Christ, if this event thing wasn't so intent on putting him under like two whole bottles of raki with a vengeance, he'd have more say in the matter.

He ends up on a beach.

Boots sinking into the soft sand and the quiet sound of the surf lapping against the shore, blessed heat from the sun, palm trees, a house. It feels familiar and not, like it's something he might have dreamed up in his spare time as the ideal arrangement - it's not that he doesn't like New Orleans, but living on water that isn't brackish or questionably sanitary doesn't appeal as much as this.]

Whoa.

[Nate follows a well-worn path in the sparse grass at the edge of a low dune to the stairs of a wide porch, comfortable and expansive, and turns before setting a foot on the first step at the sound of Elena's voice.

She's sitting on a blanket, painfully beautiful in the sunlight, grinning at something she's just placed at her side.]

...Honey?

[Elena looks up and smiles at him, more relaxed than she's been in months. Aside from some very pointed exceptions, life in Hadriel hasn't been that awful, but there's only so much peace to be found there. It can't even begin to compare to this future she would make for herself, even if it's not one she's admitted to wanting.

For now, she's completely happy. It doesn't matter if it's just a dream.]

Hey, you. [Of course Nate's here. Any future she hopes for has him in it.] Come on over. She just woke up—I think she missed you.

[She looks so calm. As if all the tension of the last few months has bled out of her and whatever is on the blanket next to her is making her the happiest person in the goddamn world.]

She?

[Nate manages hoarsely, his feet leaden, dragging himself closer. Part of him knows, but it isn't something they've talked about - and why would they? Busy with careers, busy with trying to be normal, dancing around a subject that terrifies and excites him in equal measure.]

[Elena laughs, not bothered by or even seeming to notice any mixed emotions on his part.]

Your daughter?

[The baby squeals then, but it's not a noise of distress. Irritation over being ignored, maybe. Elena leans over and scoops her up.]

Looks like someone knows we're talking about her.

[Propped up on her shoulder, the infant looks directly at Nate. She has his eyes.]

Daughter?

[The word barely makes it out of his mouth, because his throat has already run dry and he's left staring blankly for a long moment before shaking it off the only way he knows how: by pretending this is completely normal and not wildly ridiculous. Nathan Drake, having a kid. Nathan Drake, having a daughter. A little human he could just as easily fuck up as help.

He wants to think it's insane, because it is, but an infant that has a big tuft of golden-blonde hair - Elena's hair - and blue eyes blinks at him over her shoulder and he knows she isn't just screwing with him. Nate's mouth twists in a grin before he can help it and he ambles closer, booping a tiny nose with the tip of his finger.]

Hey.

[The baby squeals again, this time in delight, and Nate huffs a breathless laugh.]

Jesus, she's cute.

[The tip of his finger is about twice the size as the tip of her nose, and Elena laughs too, not as enthusiastically as the baby but just as delighted. Everyone who goes into parenthood does so with some trepidation, if they're smart, but every worry she's ever had washes away when she sees Nate and the baby together.]

I like to think she gets that from both of us.

[Their daughter is old enough to be less floppy and to have opinions about what she wants, which she now demonstrates by reaching a fast fist out toward her father.]

Oh—she wants you, dad.

[She shifts the baby off her shoulder, ready to hand her over to Nate.]

You sure about that?

[Nate would argue that he hasn't been "cute" since he was in grade school, but he doesn't belabor the point further. The infant flails at him, demanding, and he huffs another laugh to cover his nervousness when Elena shifts to pass the baby baton.

Having usually been the one that needed babysitting as a kid, Nate isn't entirely sure he's qualified to hold a child this small. A child he apparently helped to create, in this world.]

Uh- yeah, okay-

[She's lighter than he imagined and he tucks her against his chest, where her little feet brace on his ribs. Nate adopts a tone noticeably higher than his usual, cracking a crooked smile when inquisitive hands start feeling over his face.]

Touch everything, huh? That's exactly what I would do.

[Oh, he's cute. Big time cute. Elena holds a very strong opinion on that and she can support it with a written argument if necessary.

But not right now. She smiles and leans her head on his shoulder, looking down at their little girl.]

Mmhm, that's how I know she's your kid.

[Lifting her head long enough to plan a kiss on his cheek and whisper in his ear.]

Plus, that's how she got here—you touching everything.

Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

Elena Fisher | Hope | max 3 replies please!

hey i'm ready to die i mean uh. cry.

BEAT YOU TO IT

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