Event Log: Dreamwalker

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The Dreamwalker event
Where: In your comfy bed and your sleepy head.
When: May 16th-26th
Warnings: Good dreams, weird dreams, bad dreams, straight-up nightmares. Please remember to tag for warnings in the header if things are going to be bad!

Have you been having trouble getting a good night's sleep? Tossing and turning, unable to rest those tired eyes? Or maybe you don't sleep at all, and never have. Not to worry! For a little while, you'll have no trouble at all falling asleep - in fact, as night falls, you'll find yourself overwhelmed with exhaustion whether you want to sleep or not. Lay down and rest your weary head, friends. Everyone could use a little extra sleep.

But what will your dreams bring? Something happy, images of a perfect day? Something hopeful, something you've wanted for a long time? Maybe you'll dream of anger, of the face of your worst enemy. Or maybe - just maybe - you'll have a horrific nightmare, and wake screaming, covered in cold sweat.

Not before others have time to see it, though. As you sleep, as you dream, the other residents of Hadriel, friends and enemies and people you've only met once, might find their way into your dreams. Or you might find your way into theirs - and then have to deal with someone's else's nightmares, or hopes, or anger. For the next ten nights, you'll find yourself either a host or a visitor, and no matter how you try you won't be able to stay awake once night falls.

Sweet dreams, Hadriel. Don't let the asshole fear gods bite.

► This log covers May 16th-26th.
► 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!
► You can't die in the dreams, but if you somehow manage to trip and fall and kill yourself getting out of bed, please report it on the death post.

Comments

Miriam Day - ota

[dogsanddaughters]

[ooc: organized for easier tracking. Feel free to pm me for details! Your character can experience things from Maketh's pov, do a fly on the way sort of thing, or directly interact with the events taking place. Have at it!]

Fear (when in rome) tw for rape

[dogsanddaughters]

[You’ll find a place on a metal planet, a building with red doors, and in that building you’ll find a room with silk carpets and a large bed, and in that room you’ll find Miriam – kneeling on the floor and holding hands with a dying man as Barnaby paces, tail tucked between his legs as he whines. Miriam is crying and rocking back and forth, begging the man on the bed not to die as he wheezes, pupils shot, blood in his mouth, dying by inches from what they did to him. His hair bright green and his name was Gilly, once. Miriam has a blanket wrapped around him, slowly going red, and keeps petting his hair. Trying to help.

It doesn’t.

Outside, the city is burning. Miriam can hear gunshots and screaming, and she cries as Gilly wheezes, going pale like paper in front of her. The Sons have broken through the barricades, took out the guards and the big cannon on the docks. There’s nothing left to stop them. Gilly tried, fought them off with a knife, but they got him in the end. Laughed while they did it. She hid under the bed while the Sons hurt him, too scared to make a sound, and she can hear them outside right now. Laughing about what they did to Gilly. They’re saying it was fun, saying they should do it again before it dies, why not, why not, why not? Never waste a good fuck.

Miriam cries, trying not to get tears on Gilly’s face.] Don’t die. Please, please, please don’t die….

[Gilly’s eyes are closed. He tells her to run.]

[frigidus]

[ If Laurent is no fun in real life, he's even less so in dreams. Dreamwalking is too real for the visitor. It's too easy to recall that these are hallucinations. It takes some time, it takes some wading. It takes passing bloodied bodies and screaming men. It takes staring at laughing men that pass by talking about a "good fuck" for Laurent to remember-

It's a dream.

With that in mind he follows the dream. He enters the room to find the girl knelt and crying by a man that lays dying. ]

You heard him. [ His voice is hard. Harsh. Cold. ]

Run.

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam flinches back, still holding tight to Gilly's hand. In the dream she knows Laurent vaguely, only that he might - on a better day - be an ally. At least he's not with the Sons.] No...you can help him, can't you? Please help him. I--I'll do whatever you want! I'll be so good. Please just save him.

[Barnaby whines in the corner, mournfully.]

[frigidus]

[ He nearly flinches at the way she says she'll be "good." Looking at where he is, he doesn't want to think about what that might mean.

He approaches now, leaning down to take her arm and pull her up if she allows it. Strangely, his touch isn't harsh. It's firm, but not without some carefulness to it. ]

I can't help your friend.

I can help you, though. I think that's what your friend would have wanted.

[dogsanddaughters]

[Gilly's hand slips from hers. Miriam chokes back a sob, but lets Laurent pulls her up. She has to run now. Has to get out. She knows that. But she has to help Gilly too. He's not going to die. He can't die, he's her friend. Bad things aren't supposed to happen to him.

Except that they have, now. And he's dying.

Nothing she can do.

Miriam swallows hard, tears running down her face. She feels sick, her head heavy, and everything so loud.] They're gonna come back. I heard them.

[frigidus]

Then we need to find a way out. [ Even with that bit of advice, Laurent unsheathes his sword. He can't recall if he was always carrying it. He always did in Hadriel. Maybe he was already. Maybe the dream answered his desires.

He doesn't really care. He holds it firmly. ] You are from here, correct?

You have to know the way out. Think. You have only a moment.

[dogsanddaughters]

[Have to get out. Miriam swallows hard. Okay. That's fine. They can do that. The room they're stuck in only has the one door, but--] There, uh, there's a service door. Down the hall. But they're in the way.

[She points at the door, and the men behind it.]

There's two of them. I--I think? I only saw two.

Delight (light 'em up)

[dogsanddaughters]

[Look up at the sky and you'll see twin suns gleaming red, shining down on a beach with white sand. Miriam sits on a rock with Barnaby, head throw back to enjoy the feel of the sun. It's a gentle warmth. The air is clear and warm, tasting faintly of salt. A little furhter down the beach, there's a group of people dancing around a bonfire and an old man selling treats - coffee with lots of whipped cream, fried dough, hot dogs, and the like. Fried shrimp, fish baked and served on sticks. Ice cream in small paper bowls.

Beach food, party food.

Fireworks bloom in the sky.

Miriam lays on her back, grinning up at the sky. She's surrounded herself with sugary things, one hand on Barnaby's back.

For his part, the dog is enjoying a large bowl of whipped cream. He's gotten it all over his fun.]

[whichend]

[ Arya does not recognize this place, and for a moment, panic seizes her. Is she supposed to be here? What happened to the cave. It looks like someone's party, but Arya is very aware that she wasn't invited.

Hesitantly, Arya makes her way towards the person who looks the safest -- a girl about her age, with the dog. She stands a few feet away, her hand on the hilt of her sword just in case. ]

What is this place?

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam lifts her head up, smiling. In this place she's happy to have company, even company carrying swords, and waves. Barnaby licks whipped cream off his nose with a huff.] It's a party! Aren't you having fun?

[whichend]

[ Arya watches the dog. It's obvious she wants to pet him, but she's not quite sure how to ask. ]

I know that. But I wasn't invited to this party, and I do not exactly know why I am here.

[dogsanddaughters]

Everyone's invited. [Obviously. And everyone is safe in this dream, there's no fire and no overhanging shadows. Miriam rests her head against Barnaby's side.] And you're here to see Barnaby!

[Miriam ruffles the dog's hair.]

He's a king, you know? But he's a good king. You can pet him, if you want.

[whichend]

[ Arya lets herself relax, just a little, and takes a seat next to Miriam and Barnaby. ]

I suppose I am.

[ Yes! Arya scratches behind Barnaby's ears, smiling for real this time. ]

What does he rule over?

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam scoots over a little to make room, then offers some of the fried dough to Arya. It's sugary and utterly devoid of nutritional value, but it's nice. Everything here is so nice.] This! This is his island. But especially the beach. It's the best place in the whole universe right here.

[Barnaby sniffs at Arya curiously, then licks her hand.]

[whichend]

It does seem...safe. [ Arya admits, at length. All told, her social skills are better with the dog. She chuckles a little when Barnaby licks her hand. ]

What is that? [ Arya asks, looking at the fried dough. She doesn't want to put any unknown things in her mouth. ]

[dogsanddaughters]

'course it's safe. It's Barnaby's.

[And he's a good king, the very best. His kingdom is perfect. Miriam rolls onto her side, grinning.] They're called elephant ears. They're really good, you'll like 'em. You fry a bunch of dough in oil, then dip it in sugar. Boom, elephant ears!

[whichend]

[ Arya takes a nibble, and then a big bite. ]

It's good!

[ She says, surprised. ]

I never would have thought to make such a thing.

[dogsanddaughters]

It's the best. [Miriam leans back against Barnaby, grinning.] But why wouldn't we have the best? It's a party. There should only be good things at parties.