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.

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Sorrow

[feelslikeimspilling]

There was nothing unusual. Not unless you considered a soaking wet floor to be normal that is?

Will walked through the hallway and into the other room. It was dark, darker than it should be, like you were looking at the world with eyes squinted almost closed, through your eyelashes even. Not only that but the floor was always hard, always wet.

As he pushed the door open, Will entered a small office, with glass windows that separated it from the other offices. There was a man there, a tall dark man, someone who Will referred to as Jack. It wasn't clear what he was trying to say to Will, considering every other word he spoke, seemed to pour water out from his mouth adding to the body of water that slowly gained in mass on the floor.

Clearly distressed at what Jack was saying, Will left the room in a hurry, on;y to find himself faced with a dead end. The door that should have to lead him outside was blocked with large metal bars, the likes of which you find in a prison cell. Frustrated and confused, Will turned back around only this time, he was in another room.

You were in his house, standing before the freshly knocked in fireplace, a beautiful woman with long, wavy black hair, looking at Will as if she was apologizing. "Alanna..." He whispered to her, going to cup her face, to kiss her, only to be pushed away. As she left, Will followed. The broken fireplace behind him gushed out a torrent of water adding inches to what was already there. It was nearly kneed deep by now.

Rushing through the door, Will crashed face first into the jail bars that had been slowly appearing around them, in doorways, in windows. Now there was nothing but bars and Will sobbed desperately as he held on to them. "I didn't do it! I didn't kill those people!! You have to believe me!" The water rushing past his waist as Will looked through the cell, at the faces of people he wanted so badly to believe him.

[am_i_a_monster]

Abigail instinctively stood behind Will quietly, trying not to call her attention to herself. Seeing Crawford again was terrifying, she'd knew he thought she was just like her father with the way he questioned her about Nicholas Boyle. He'd never understand that she thought she'd been defending herself with both her father's victims and Boyle. Even pushing Alana had been her way of protecting herself from prison. And it was for nothing. Jack would lock her away and she'd be alone with her guilt, the worst fate that she could imagine.

She wanted to run but she wasn't sure where they were or why water seemed to be flooding everywhere, even out of Crawford himself. She followed Will out of the room, seeing the same bars that he did. Was it already too late? She was about to speak when suddenly they were in a house with Dr. Bloom.

Abigail stepped behind Will again, peeking over her shoulder at Alana. She was waiting for her former doctor to hurl angry words, demand an apology or seek retribution for what Abigail had done when they'd so briefly reunited in Hannibal's bedroom. Or simply for Alana to run away in fear. Instead, she seemed focused on Will, even rejecting him instead of her. It made no sense to Abigail.

Her confusion quickly turned to panic when the bars appeared. The trapped feeling that came with them was more terrifying than the water. She pounded at the bars with her fists until her knuckles bled, then kicked them with her feet until Will's voice finally got through to her. This was all her fault. He was being made to suffer because she had framed him with Hannibal. That was the only thing that made sense in her mind.

Abigail walked through the water slowly, her wet clothes making her feel heavy as she finally stood next to Will. "He's telling the truth. I'm not dead. See? I'm right here. Can we go now?" Her voice was almost child-like, the same way she'd pleaded with her father. "Please."