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hadriel_logs2017-10-14 09:52 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-10-14 09:52 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- abigail hobbs,
- anakin skywalker,
- aren brosca,
- atem,
- bakura,
- bianca,
- celebrimbor,
- curufin,
- daenerys targaryen,
- dr. lee rosen,
- dr. newton geiszler,
- dr. temperance brennan,
- ed grayson,
- eleven,
- ellie,
- evan sabahnur,
- fenn havers-croft,
- firo prochainezo,
- george lass,
- gren,
- harlan halliday,
- henry percy,
- jo harvelle,
- kravitz,
- laura palmer,
- lup,
- maglor,
- magnus burnsides,
- maketh tua,
- margaery tyrell,
- mello,
- merle highchurch,
- mettaton,
- michael munroe,
- nah,
- nathan drake,
- nick rivenna,
- nico di angelo,
- oscar,
- ravine,
- rey,
- saber,
- sansa stark,
- trafalgar law,
- tucker,
- will graham,
- yehudit/ravine,
- yusuke kitagawa
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.
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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Somehow, it does not seem that the woman is referring to Firo this time.
The sentry securing Firo's wrists by metal restaints far more sophisticated, thick, and uncomfortable than the already uncomfortable handcuffs, it marches the prisoner out of the cold cell.
Rather than being met with a cell block full of screaming, spitting prisoners, the area is eerily quiet. Only the muffled sounds of movements can be heard behind each door they pass by as the sentry starts taking Firo down a narrowed catwalk. The woman is gone, seemingly tending to business elsewhere.
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Seriously. What's with people these days.
He scans the area, trying to get an idea of who's in the cells, if anyone, and where they might be going. He's not so sure he likes the idea of 'transport pod.' Wherever he's going, he's pretty sure he's not going to be released just like that.
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Even ruder is the manner that the sentry handles Firo. While it is clearly equipped to handle those who struggle with all their might, even his compliance is met with some roughness, either pushing or dragging him down a cold, metal corridor before he has a chance to get a good look at the cell block.
Not that there was much to see -- the doors were solid, sealed with valves that secured the inside, same as Firo's.
Eventually, the hallway ends. A mostly transparent door slides open from both sides, leading into a glassy, oval pod inside.
Standing by one of the doors is another figure, dressed like the woman that had escorted Firo out of his room. But her face is more obscured behind a mask. Her metal armor making her only appear mechanical at first, but she's not like the sentry or the previous woman.
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"Are your manners any better than theirs?"
He jerks his thumb back to indicate his captors, wincing as the momentarily forgotten cuffs jostle him with the gesture.
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The force is enough to send it crumbling to the floor. But she takes a few more whacks at it to make sure it doesn't get back up.
She kneels down beside it, seemingly looking for something.
"No, not really," Rey finally replies from behind the mask.
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"You make up for it with your timing. What're you looking for?"
Is she looking for keys? He sure hopes she's looking for keys.
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She clips off a rectangular device from the sentry's arm.
"A way out," she replies, clicking the device.
With that, Firo's restraints drop off his wrists. Hail the modern technology of the Twenty-second Century -- keys were so fifty years ago.
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"All right, so where're we going?"
He has to get that out of the way first. Once they have their plan, then he can wonder why Rey's here (and why he's here) and what the hell this place even is.
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Next, it's their escape. It's obvious that none of this is real, but that doesn't mean it will just end upon that revelation. There's something they have to do. Breaking out might be it.
"This place is all connected by a series of complexes and shuttles. Our best chances is probably the hangar below or admin above."
So what'll it be? The high road or the low road?
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He only has a vague idea of where the administrative buildings would've been on Alcatraz, which he assumes is by design. And if people keep the prisoners away from it, he bets it's going to have fewer guards too. He doesn't know for sure about this place, but it's his best guess.
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"All right. High road it is." Rey squeezes the weapon in her hand, rising to her feet. She hands the baton she was using earlier to Firo. "Probably better not to go unarmed on the way there."
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"What kinda prison is this anyway? I was in Alcatraz before, but this definitely isn't it. I mean, the guards there were stiff, but they were still human..."
Not whatever this hunk of junk is.
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Of course, nothing here poses a physical threat, but these dreams, like before, seemed to progress with a certain goal in mind. Escape has to be this one.
"Because it isn't Alcatraz," Rey comments, the old and forgotten prison a far cry from where they are now. "This is the sky prison that hangs over the synthetics' capital, Concordia. Was here before. Not as a prisoner."
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A brief pause. "If you weren't a prisoner, what were you?"
Can't be anything good. In spite of himself, he finds his nerves suddenly antsy, as if she'll whirl around and put the cuffs right back on him.
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"Stowaway," Rey replies simply. "This place is big. Real big. Lots of places to stay hidden in. Had to get some people out."
Don't worry, Firo. She's far from on their side.
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"So why're you back now?"