hadriel_logs | 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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[Delmar covers his mouth with a hand, going quiet as his eyes seem intent on looking even though the rest of him desperately wants to look away. In the same manner train wrecks and crime scenes seem to hold that gut morbid curiosity that both demands attention and instills horror.

At last he's able to look away, returning his attention to Michael.]

You poor thing, living with this nightmare again and again.

[How awful that must be. Not having restful sleep or dreams of more pleasant things. Delmar pats at Michael's arm again]

You've tried your very best. There's nothing else you could do.

[He wants to make sure Michael doesn't beat himself up over the actions of some nightmare creature in his mind]

[Michael knows he'd be staring too. He sure as hell stared the first time, at least after it was over. But he's seen it from inside the creature's head. He doesn't need to see it this way, too.

When Delmar turns back, his words hit Michael like a punch in the gut. He starts shaking his head before the other man's even finished speaking.]

No. Don't do that, don't feel sorry for me. [He backs away a little.] There's a lot I could've done, I just didn't. I was being selfish. It's my fault.

Oh no. Don't you say that, Michael...

[His frown deepens and he's uncertain what to do when Michael backs away from him. Did he say something wrong?]

You shouldn't blame yourself for such a thing. What could you have possibly done?

[He doesn't like this at all, his friend saying these horrible things about himself.]

[He could've not let the Visitor out. He could've not given it what it wanted. He thinks he probably could've held out longer, could've made sure. But his desire for peace and quiet, a peace and quiet he knew would be temporary, won out over someone else's life. And now he isn't even sure if it was the right person, or if they just targeted some poor random guy, leaving the actual serial killer to do as he pleases.

There's that impulse again, to tell Delmar all of this, but he doesn't. He takes the easy way. Like he always fucking does.]

I- You're right. Forget it. It's just a stupid dream, anyway.

[He rubs at his eyes under his glasses, trying to put himself back together.]

[Had Delmar had his shoulder bag he would have offered Michael a handkerchief, but alas he's in only his pajamas. Quietly he pads closer, reaching out shyly to pat Michael on the back.]

If it weren't for you that horrible beast would have certainly sent me to meet my maker. You were very brave.

[He tries for a small smile, trying to get a peek at Michael's face]

That's the second time you've saved me. How lucky I am to have such a good friend.

["Brave", "a good friend". Michael's not either of those things. He's weak-willed and cowardly, and he only has a base amount of human decency. To... most people, anyway.

But if he says those things, he knows it'll hurt Delmar more than it hurts himself. Delmar will never believe him, anyway, even if it'd be better for him in the long run. So he guesses he'll keep being selfish.]

I wasn't about to let something eat you. And... thanks.

[That last part is very, very quiet.]

[Delmar nods for a silent emphasis of what he had previously said, now taking a tentative grip on Michael's arm]

Now let's get you out of here, hm?

[Surely Michael's mind must have some spaces devoid of human-devouring beasts. Delmar gently tries to urge him away from the room where they are currently standing]

It's no good for you to stay here.

[They can do that? They can just leave? He's never thought to just leave before.]

Yeah, you're probably right. No good for either of us.

[Technically there is no space in his mind devoid of the Visitor, they're too closely intermingled. But the least he can do is take Delmar's lead and get out of that room.]

Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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