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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Yeah? [Was that not clear? He's confused.]

It's just magic. It's like... I can ask people to do stuff and they'll do it, even if it's stuff they don't really want to do. The magic part makes them think they want to do it. [...] For a little bit, anyway.

[Speaking from experience.]

You can do magic?

[WHOA DUDE!!!]

That's crazy. I thought magic was just in like, Harry Potter and stuff. Is that the only magic you do? Do you use it to get away with stuff, like at school or with your parents?

[I hope you like questions, child Harlan.]

Uh... Yeah? [He's not sure what's so noteworthy about that?] But I can't do magic better than adults. My teacher is an elf and elfs can't have magic done on 'em, then my mom does it better and I don't have a dad.

[It's easier to talk about these things when he's educating.]

Um. I can do this? [He scrunches up his face and holds a hand out a Michael. A tiny, hot pink penis appears on the inside of one lens his glasses. Alakazam!! He laughs.]

Your teacher is an elf?

[?????? Holy shit.]

It's cool that your mom does magic too, I guess. [He wishes his mom did magic. Maybe? She could probably use it to heal people or whatever.

Michael waits patiently while Harlan demonstrates his amazing powers except oh. That is not what he expected. He squints, takes his glasses off and holds them out far enough that he can make out what the shape is. Then he laughs.]

You're gonna get in trouble. [He tries to wipe it off but it's stuck. Rude??] You're not supposed to draw those on stuff. [He's still giggling though.]

Um... [Maybe he should not have said that his mom also does magic.] It's not that cool. Don't tell anyone.

[It's supposed to be a secret.]

I won't get in trouble. I never do. Here, I can get it off. [He reaches for Michael's glasses. Give!!]

Okay, I won't tell.

[He looks hesitantly at his glasses. His mom told him not to lose them, and people have tried to grab them off his face to mess with him, so he's a little protective. But also, he doesn't want that on there forever.

Reluctantly, he hands them over.]

You have to give those back, though. I need those.

[Well, that was easy. Both getting Michael to keep his mouth shut and getting him to hand over his glasses. Nice.

He takes the glasses and then they're clean again. The dick was gone before they left Michael's hand, truth be told. He doesn't need to touch them to get it off?? He didn't need to touch them to put it on. Get with the program, kid.

Instead, he puts them on. Whoa. The world looks goofy this way.]

Hah! I'm you! [He makes a dumb face at his new pal. Eat it, CHUMP.]

[Listen he doesn't know how magic works. (Clearly.)]

Hey, don't do that! [Michael holds his hand out for his glasses back.] You'll mess up your eyes and then you'll need glasses.

[That seems true anyway. He's gonna go with yes.]

And I can't see without them. They're really important. [He can't even see the dumb face Harlan is making, to be honest.]

[He blows a raspberry at Michael and scrambles to his feet.]

I'm never gonna need glasses. I'm a sorcerer. [Sorcerers are amazing at logic. Also, he's not supposed to tell people that he's a sorcerer, but it's gotta be obvious, right? How many other kids are this good at magic?]

I'll give 'em back, but you have to come get 'em. That's how it works.

[He takes off running through the yard, making a beeline for the shed to put a barrier between them, but these glasses really are messing up his eyes. His foot catches on a bit of uneven ground and he dramatically eats shit before he's gotten very far. Ow.]

[Sorcerer? Like that guy in that movie with Mickey Mouse? Or wait, that wasn't a movie it was like a bunch of short movies. He only watched it a couple times though and he doesn't remember the other ones, except the one with the demon kind of scared him when he was little. Anyway who cares!!!

Michael starts to run after the kid, but luckily the universe is on his side and the other kid falls flat on his face. Or wait, that's actually bad.]

Hey, be careful!

[Michael slides to the ground next to him and reaches for his face, trying to make sure his glasses didn't get ruined.]

I told you! [This is not what he told him but whatever.]

[He groans, flopping onto his back as Michael lands next to him. His mouth tastes weird. He reaches a hand to his lips and it comes away bloody. Cool, great. At least Mom can't get mad and think this is something he did on purpose. Why would he beat up his own face??

Speaking of faces, Michael is reaching for his. Argh!! Not about to be one-upped by this nerd, he grabs Michael's arm and yanks him forward, hoping to take him down with him. Get rekt, scrub.]

[Michael's fingers close around the frame of his glasses, just as the other kid pulls his arm and jerks him face-first toward the ground. He feels his skull crack against something and then he's on his back next to him.

He winces, screwing his eyes shut while the initial wave of pain passes. And then his fist shoots into the air, holding his glasses triumphantly.]

Hah! I got 'em!

[Which prompts an immediate descent into laughter.]

Hey! [He clamps a hand to his face in a lame attempt to cling to the glasses, but Michael is too fast!! He doesn't really care, anyway. He's giggling up a storm despite the blood trickling from his lip.

He doesn't usually get to have fun like this. Most other kids don't like him much, or Mom will do something weird to make their moms stop letting them come over. If they're even allowed to come over in the first place, which they usually aren't.

But Mom doesn't know about his new friend. He decides not to tell her because then maybe they can play like this some other time.

He rolls over to bury his face against Michael's shoulder, wrapping the other boy in the best approximation of a hug that he can manage at this angle. He's still laughing, having forgotten about the rabbit entirely, and after a few moments, the dream dissipates.]

Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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