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.

Comments

[notimpervious]

[In some ways, she's an average teenager, but she did go through a phase where she staged her death all sorts of different ways.

And honestly, it wouldn't be the rudest thing she has been asked. Things might have been worse if not for Russ. Things do get worse-- but that is in the future, beyond this dream, memories she doesn't have yet but somehow knows are there.]

School is everything. I'm going to be a scientist. An anthropologist. I'm going to be the best at it.

[She will be Dr. Temperance Brennan, known and respected worldwide in her field.]

No one can take that from me. [She whirls to face him, a little bit less defensive in her stance.] ...who ditcched you?

[Someone must have, if he thinks he knows what to say to her.]

[trashmouths]

Yeah, I'm gonna be a ventriloquist. And a DJ. and a stand-up Comedian. [ He's doing it again, pushing, not believing--it has nothing to do with the other being a girl, though, and everything to do with the fact that it's just how Richie is, how he'll just keep pushing no matter what.

The truth is he's a little jealous. Seeing someone that dead set on something, that sure when they're only a few years older reminds him of how precarious his own life is probably going to be.

But he's got his friends. He's got the Loser's Club. He'll be alright, there's a scar on his palm from a coke bottle shard and a blood oath that promises he will be. Which lets his thoughts circle to his next point: he shrugs, loose-limbed, and adjusts his glasses. ]

Not ditch. Ignore. I'm a lucky one; some kick the shit outta their kids, some mess with their heads--but no matter what not a single one is going to believe you or intervene when someone's in danger. They never do. What I'm saying is that it's totally not so bad. If you wanna be a huge fucking nerd and study so hard your tits fall off you can, now, and you no one's gonna stop you.

[ He has to do something. He has to say something. He's sounding like Eddie. Get ready for a horrible, horrible mexican accent Richie has named his Pancho Vanilla voice: ]

Si, si, if you wanna drink the worm in the tequila, now's your chance, senorita!

cw mentions of abuse

[notimpervious]

[He can push her all he wants, but he doesn't get a rise out of her. Not in this dream, anyway. Perhaps if they had met when her family left, she might have met him at his level. She has a plan and she is going to achieve it, no matter what he or anyone else may think. Her parents believed in her, and so did her brother. She'll achieve her goals and leave behind everyone who mocked her.

His admission makes her flinch. That's what people say the system is like. There are good families, sure, but all she can think of is the bad ones. The people unfit to be parents. The ones who beat their foster kids or lock them in the trunk of a car for two days just because of an accident.]

Nothing can stop me. No one.

[She's looking at him when she says it, but it's more to herself for her own sake, agreeing with him despite his ridiculous accent. If she has to hide in her homework to survive and get what she wants, she'll do it. If she has to give up what little social skills she managed to learn while she lived with her family, she'll do it. She will be Dr. Temperance Brennan someday.

As hope starts to burn hot in her chest, the dream begins to fade away, like someone turning on a light in a dark room.]

Thanks.

[trashmouths]

Most people tell me to shut the fuck up. [ It's sincere, and he grins, fumbling with his glasses again. He's not sure how to handle an actual, factual sincere expression of gratitude. ]

Hey--what's your name?

[notimpervious]

[Well, he'll have to learn, because she always says what she means.

She smiles back.] Temperance.