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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.

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.
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[The Aglionby boys are shocked - horrified - to be spoken to like that. And by someone who they don't see as their equal, on top of it. If this weren't Adam's dream, if it were more like the real world, it would be different. No Aglionby student would be that shocked or horrified by Ronan Lynch talking shit straight to their faces. Plenty have experienced it before, and others have heard stories.

But this is Adam's dream, and so Ronan isn't Ronan, but just another ungrateful scholarship students. And those students don't fight back. Oh, they can talk back a bit - Adam was known to have an cold demeanor and a certain air of disdain, even if that was in truth mainly because he isn't as good at social situations as Gansey. But that's much different from this. This is straight out hostility, and these boys don't know what to do.

Adam, however, looks - for one brief, impossible moment - delighted. As if he's wanted to hear things like that the entire time he's been walking Aglionby's halls. He may never have understood Ronan's hatred for school, but he always understood his dislike of the other students.

The delight disappears, Adam's expression shuttered before anyone else can see it. He gets cold instead, choosing a side rather than playing peacemaker. But then, he always does choose Ronan's side.]

You'd really better go. I'm sure you have places to be. Trust funds to drain.

[It seems, for a moment, like one of the boys might lash out. But Ronan and Adam, together, have always been more intimidating than either of them alone: Ronan tall and angry and sharp as a knife, Adam slim and icy and distant. Horror movie twins. He thinks better of it, but that doesn't mean any of them are ready to walk away. He sneers at them instead, and speaks:]

Yeah? Lay a hand on us and you're out of here. My lawyer would be on your ass before you could blink - not that you've got anything to take.

[The threat only seems to make him a little amused, and a smile quirks at the corner of his mouth, unkind and cold. They're scared of them- of course they are, look at the two of them, with Adam unflinching and resolute and Ronan being... well, Ronan. A pair of snakes. A pair of knives, sharp and ready to bite into anyone who comes too close.]

Save your lawyer for the drug charges, [he mocks, arching an eyebrow,] you wouldn't last ten seconds with me.

[Ronan tilts his chin unkindly, indicating toward the hallway nearby. He might not be able to start swinging, but he's not going to back down- he just wasn't built for it. Adam knows this, somewhere. Adam must be loving this, somewhere.]

Now get the fuck out of my sight.

[Adam does love this. For all that it's a Rage dream, seeing a bunch of stuck-up rich boys back off because they have no choice - because they know they can't beat Ronan in a fight, because something about Adam tells them he's not worth the trouble he could bring - is immensely satisfying.

Things like this didn't usually happen at home. Not so blatantly. But it was always there, in whispered comments and sidelong looks, and sometimes in blind insults based only on who Adam was, what they thought of him.

The leader looks between them, clearly measuring the possibility of a victory. It's slim, and it seems he's smart enough to realize that.]

Don't think this means it's over. My father is friends with the headmaster. You'll hear about this.

[He stalks off, righteous as if he didn't start this, as if that was a fight-winning statement. But this is Aglionby. Everyone's father is friends with the headmaster, save Adam's. The statement doesn't frighten him, though it causes another curl of anger in his stomach. He looks at Ronan.]

You didn't have to.

[The threat does the opposite of pacifying him- in fact, Ronan is incensed by it and he grins the grin of an arsonist, looking back toward Adam with a certain type of exhilaration that's only found when you've won something. There's no anger in Ronan the way that there is in Adam, and although the grin turns into more of a smirk, he still finds himself viscerally pleased with how all of that had turned out. Maybe they'll think twice now before setting their sights on Adam Parrish.]

Don't say that. It was fun as hell.

[He reaches out a hand to shake in typical Aglionby fashion, though he's mocking it more than he is upholding it.]

Ronan Lynch. My father isn't friends with the headmaster.

[There's a pause there, and he tilts his head, eyeing Adam curiously even as he keeps his hand outstretched.]

Wait- did we meet already when I was wasted? I think I know you.

[Adam shakes his hand - without mockery, though for Adam it's less a smooth 'good ol' boys' handshake. He's been taught politeness, after all, enough so that it's part of him whether he wants it to be or not. And he owes Ronan. Not many people would stand up for him like that - or, well, that's not quite it.

Adam would have bristled at being defended, maybe, depending on how it was done. But it was clear to him that Ronan was in it for his own entertainment, that it wasn't done out of pity for Adam Parrish, the poor scholarship student everyone looks down on. He did it because he likes fucking with rich Aglionby brats.

Adam can appreciate that.]

Adam Parrish.

[He pauses for a moment, eyes studying Ronan's face. There's - something there. He doesn't know what it is. A pressure in his chest, a feeling of recognition, though he can't quite place it.]

I wouldn't have been wasted, but yeah. I mean, you seem familiar. We must have met.

Weird.

[He drops the handshake prematurely before sliding his hands back into his pockets and leaning back on his heels. Ronan recognizes him readily but it's difficult to tell from exactly where- it feels like something real, or like he's forgotten a dream that had Adam in it, but it's a sensation that's so visceral it's hard to ignore.

And frustrating. Like having something on the tip of your tongue except that something is a face, a mannerism, a voice. Ronan tilts his head curiously, his mouth pinched into a frown, before he finally just shrugs it off. It's not coming to him, he's not sure if it ever will.]

You don't drink?

[Even weirder. Everyone at Aglionby drinks. The drinking age might as well be fourteen, as that's the year you get into high school and start making friends with the kinds of people who will hook you up in a heartbeat. That anyone doesn't partake is... odd, even to Ronan, who loathes all forms of social interactions.]

[It feels strange, those moments when Ronan is studying him. Adam is not used to being looked at like that, with that kind of scrutiny. He flies under the radar, mostly, or he tries to, and when he is noticed it isn't usually a good thing. He's not sure it's a good thing now, either, but he can't quite believe it's bad, either.

Just strange, maybe. It's like Ronan is looking for something, but Adam doesn't know what, and he's not sure Ronan does, either.

They must know each other from somewhere.]

I have jobs and too much homework. I don't really have time to drink.

[That, of course, is not the whole story. But there's no way Adam will just up and say my dad gets violent when he's drunk so the smell and taste of alcohol makes it hard to breathe sometimes. Not even if Ronan seems familiar. Not ever.]

Besides, it's not like they invite me to their parties.

Fuck their parties.

[He says, like someone who has maybe been to one of them for twenty minutes- which is really all he's needed. Of course, there are always different kinds of parties at Aglionby- there are the parties of the posh, where champagne and wine is served and then there's the normal parties that get kegs ordered and everyone gets plastered.

Then there's the third kind of party, the kind he's been to and found distasteful, the kind that he can't imagine Adam ever going to.]

And fuck your homework, man. [He shakes his head.] You sound like my brother.

I'm gonna guess that's not a compliment.

[He sounds more amused than offended - and why not? He doesn't know Ronan's brother. It could be the worst insult Ronan could think of, and it still wouldn't mean much. Besides, he's inclined to like Ronan, after his rather brutal takedown of those Aglionby snobs. Something Adam wishes he could do, sometimes.]

If I don't do my homework, I don't get to keep my scholarship.

[A pause, and he looks Ronan over. Maybe he's looking for something, too, even if he doesn't know what.]

Yeah, you don't seem like much of a partier.

[He smirks at the suggestion- Ronan is a scholarship student here too, but somehow he's too self assured to even consider losing it. It's a thread that doesn't make sense, something that will fray if you think too much on it, but he doesn't. Instead, he thinks about Adam, hunched over a book in the library, studying in all of his spare time with his unkempt hair and his nimble fingers sliding across the words in his texts.

It's a satisfying image and he's not sure why, not yet.]

I make an appearance when I want to.

[He shrugs.]

It's all just- pointless bullshit, though. They think they know enough about this shithole to be cynical. [Ronan shakes his head.] They don't know anything.

[He likes that. It's not often that Adam finds someone who seems to think along the same lines as him. He knows he should probably go and find a quiet table in the library to study at, make good use of the couple hours before he has to be at the trailer factory, but he's reluctant to walk away. He just - wants to talk some more, and not feel judged simply because of where he's from. Who he is.]

You're right about that. They think pretty highly of themselves, but they've never had to work for anything. How could anyone take their cynicism seriously when the worst they have to deal with is daddy cutting off their trust fund because they wrecked another car?

[It's maybe not entirely fair. Adam knows that people can have shitty lives even if they're rich - but what he also knows is that they'll never be understand the sheer brutal grinding-down that comes with being poor. Even shitty lives are easier when you don't have to worry about whether you'll be able to afford your next meal.]

[Ronan laughs cruelly- it's not really like he's had to work for much either, but he knows something of pain that these other boys couldn't imagine. It's a different sort of pain than Adam's, one that's more pinpointed on a single event than it is an undercurrent of his entire life, but it's still a feeling that they both share. He senses it, and he thinks that somewhere Adam senses it too.

Of course, he's poor here too, but that's even harder to parse- it's not something that's often in the forefront of his mind, like it's something that he almost forgets from one second to the next. That would bother him more than it does, but the concern slips away like everything else.]

Careful, or your judgy bullshit will give them something else to do coke about.

[He says, but it's with a grin.]

Anyway, don't take their shit. You don't have to be a doormat to stay in school, you know.

Sure, I bet they cry into their 1500 thread count pillowcases every time I'm mean to them.

[He can't hide his answering smile - and he doesn't really try to. It feels good to be able to talk to someone like this, to feel like he isn't going to be judged or looked down on. There's something about Ronan that's just... he doesn't know. He can't put his finger on it.]

I can't get into any fights if I want to stay here. I don't have to let them push me around - and I don't - but I can't say everything I think, either.

[Maybe that makes him a coward of some kind, but he's thought that about himself often enough in other situations. Maybe it just makes him prudent.]

[Ronan tilts his head, reaching out to nudge at Adam's shoulder a little playfully. It seems like they're growing a little more familiar with one another and he appreciates Adam's sarcasm, his honesty, and just how real he is in this sea of plastic smiles and money.

It's a break from the norm and he likes it. Likes him, which shouldn't really be that much of a surprise, all things considered.]

Like they'd tell their teacher that they got their ass beat by someone three social classes south of them.

[He shrugs, moving closer.]

That's why you can do it. Nobody would admit to it and even if they did, you're like, a fucking teacher's pet. Nobody would believe them.

[Oddly, he likes that Ronan looks at him and sees someone that would be capable of kicking someone's ass. Adam's pretty sure he isn't, actually, but he doesn't mind the fantasy for a moment or two.]

I don't think I'd win even if I did get in a fight.

[But he's smiling still, a little unnerved by how appealing he finds Ronan's attitude. It's what he pretends he could be, if he didn't have to worry about his future - but he knows himself. He's too cautious and careful to ever be like that, even without those worries.

That doesn't mean it isn't attractive.]

But you have a solid point there. I probably have a little goodwill stored up after all these good grades.

Fuck yeah, you do.

[He grins, shoving his hands in his pockets, his customary slouch a little more practiced now that he knows that Adam is smiling back at him. He's a perfect picture of being casual, so perfect that it seems almost too much so.

But Adam probably won't notice.]

What are you doing after school? I go to Nino's sometimes.

[He shrugs, like it doesn't really matter- because it doesn't really matter, he doesn't need Adam's approval or anyone else's... but he's kind of hoping for Adam's, even so.]

You should come.

[He bites his lip. The truth is, he can't really afford to go out for pizza, but he would never admit that aloud, even if for once he doesn't feel like he'd be judged for it. But even if he can't afford it, he wants to go. It's dumb. Part of the reason he doesn't have friends is because he just doesn't have the time and money to hang out with them.

But Ronan wouldn't expect too much from him, he doesn't think. And he has an extra shift coming up - he needs the money for a new bike chain, but he should have enough left over that he could spend a little extra this week. And a warm meal not made by himself would be nice.

His mental calculations take only an instant.]

Yeah, okay.

[It's a tiny rush just to say it. Yeah, let's hang out. Because Ronan wants to hang out with him. For some reason.]

I have time after school today, if you're going.

Sure.

[He wasn't planning on going- but he wasn't exactly planning on not going either, and now that Adam is willing then Ronan is sure that he can clear his absolutely-empty schedule in order to make time to hang out with him.

Not like he meets anyone else there, and with just Adam and him, it might seem a bit odd, but it's not like he can force some other people to go to make it less weird. They'll just have to endure an awkward glance or two- Ronan is sure that he can survive through it just fine. It's pizza, not the end of the world.]

I'll meet you there, yeah?

[He asks with a little more confidence than he feels.]

After school. Holding you to it.

I'll be there.

[And how did he get here? Agreeing to meeting Ronan Lynch, of all people, after school. To hang out. Or - something. Adam doesn't know what he's expecting, what he's hoping for, he just knows that something about Ronan is appealing. He wants to spend time with Ronan, get to know him.

It feels like they kind of have a connection already, though Adam knows that's probably just his imagination. Still. It's there.]

See you then.

[Adam has to get to class, or maybe it's his study period in the library he needs to get to - either way he can't stand here chatting with Ronan forever. Even if some part of him wants to.

He smiles at Ronan, tentative but honest, and shrugs his messenger bag up on his shoulder.]

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