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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[muchadoabout]

Nothing wanders the church as much as he can without disturbing the mourners: he may have no stake in this funeral but he understands the necessity of mourning and backs gracefully out before the funeral attendees notice the awkward gothy teenage boy observing them.

He looks out over the congregation, observing each of them in turn. The little girl grabs his attention, certainly, and he stays focused on her before Nick appears at his side.

"Is that your dad?" he asks sympathetically, understanding exactly what this is like.

[bekommen]

"Yeah," she says, hushed, with a slow nod of her head. She inhales slowly, shoves her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, and stares down at her boots. "He was a good guy. I know he loved me - which is more than I could say for my ma." Nick looks up at the front pew, points to the woman sitting next to the girl with dusty blonde hair and bruising on her face that not even the thickest foundation has been able to hide.

"She never really liked me a whole lot, but after my dad died, she hated me a lot more."

[muchadoabout]

He glances at the girl out of the corner of his eye, trying to ascertain whether she'd appreciate some gesture of comfort -- a hand on her arm, a hug. "Fuck. I'm sorry," he says, respectfully quietly. Following where Nick points, he studies the woman and notes the little girl at her side.

"Were you all there when it happened?"

[bekommen]

Nick gives him a small, appreciative smile, and shakes her head gently.

"Nah, not me. My ma was, though. It was New Year's - I was at home with a babysitter. They went to a party in Lawrence. Ma had too much to drink, like she always does, but she was in better shape than my dad, I guess, 'cause she was the one behind the wheel. She hit some ice, wrecked the truck but survived. My dad ..." Nick shrugs, then gestures toward the coffin. "Not so much. He never wore a seatbelt. Went right through the windshield."

She drops her gaze back down to the floor, lower lip held tight between her teeth.

"They said he died instantly. That he didn't suffer. But you never know. That could just be the kind of bullshit people say to make you feel better."

[muchadoabout]

"Shit." Nothing made a mental note to make sure Twig didn't drive drunk again, at least in icy areas. He bit his lip and looked at the little girl in the pew, then moved a little closer to Nick. It seemed like she might appreciate having someone near her.

"He probably didn't suffer." It was a closed casket, which almost certainly meant the crash had caused major damage to his head. No one lasted for more than a few seconds in that case, he knew that from personal observation. "Not for more than a second, at least. If he went through the windshield, I bet he died thinking he could fly."