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

[pocketspa]

He scrambles as soon as they're stopped, eyes widening a bit at the damn scope of the thing. Of course, he doesn't have any of his goddamn stuff, which complicates things-- but he's light on his feet and doing his best at this point. He's got invisibility spells, but with only three or so uses at a minute each, he's got to be conservative about his use of them.

His eyes flick up and down on the stairs, before deciding to fuck this entirely, he needs to get the lay of his surroundings. He presses his hands to himself, casting Polymorph, as he quickly becomes a small mockingbird and flies upwards, aiming to find some hole of escape.

[circumitus]

Fortunately, the variety of pipes and ventilation offer more than enough space for something as small as a little bird to navigate. It's clear that this prison is not meant to hold shapeshifting elves in cages, but other more mundane captives.

If he follows them, he'll find that the passages are dank, winding, and cold. Even colder is the whistling of air that seems to direct towards the outside. A bird would have only but to follow the wind.