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.

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[pocketspa]

The spell dissipates too quickly, and he doesn't have the strength or ability to lift his head or even figure out if it worked. His hand is clenched tightly at his neck, but he can't figure out if that's what's stopping his ability to breathe or the fact that the blood is still coming through too strongly. He can't even feel it, a few moments later. He can't feel most of him, and he coughs once before it's over.

This isn't the first time, thankfully so, that Taako's died. He remembers the more recent ones more vividly; the sensation of being crushed in a cave-in, fire consuming his entire body and the pain lasting only seconds, the ground giving out from under him and falling, falling, unsure of if he hits anything below before it's over. But it's the slow ones like this, that do it. The ones where he can feel it.

He wakes up coughing, gripping his own neck so hard he can see the imprint of his thumb the next morning. But it doesn't matter. He's died plenty.

Just another day.