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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-05-16 10:28 am

Event Log: Dreamwalker

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.
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[personal profile] unfollowing 2016-05-17 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[It's all theirs, clearly part of the deal Emily has landed here with the credit card and the directive to spend all she wants.

She picks a floral dress from a rack, and a green one with ruffles, and a blue one with white lace, all in Maketh's size (she knows what size Maketh is, somehow; she doesn't question it). With the dresses hung over her arm, she goes over to Maketh and looks at the plum dress.]


All of these are nice, and they'd all look good on you. If you like that one, take it and try it on! I picked all of these for you. Come on, there's a dressing room right here. Model all of them for me, and we'll pick which ones to buy. You can have as many as you want. Come on!
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-17 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
I---I can? [It should sound absurd but somehow it doesn't when Emily says it. Maketh hesitates, then reaches out and takes the plum dress. She likes the feel of the fabric against her hands, light and strangely soft. Somehow, she knows it's going to fit.] I...all right.

[No one has ever bought her a dress before.]
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[personal profile] unfollowing 2016-05-17 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[If Emily knew that, she might be touched. Or she might make a joke about popping Maketh's dress cherry. Or she might just shrug it off. It doesn't matter. All they have to do is spend.]

Did I stutter? Jesus.

[She's smiling as she says it, though, and she once again takes Maketh by the arm and guides her to the fitting room, which is the size of about ten standard ones and with three mirrors instead of one. She stands Maketh in front of a mirror, then hangs the dresses up for her.

When Emily turns to face her, Maketh is already in the plum-colored dress. Like magic -- or like a dream.]


That looks perfect. The cut shows off your figure, and the color brings out your eyes.

[And, in fact, that's how all the dresses will feel. In Emily's dream world, everything is perfect.]

Try on the others so we can go get you some shoes!
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-17 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maketh feels her breath hitch, hands going to her waist and the dress that's suddenly covering her. No uniform, just a dress, a civilian thing, a gift. And it fits, Emily's right about that, it fits just right. She stares at the mirror. By rights she shouldn't recognize the person gaping back, but she does - it's her, just her.

That helps, somehow. Maketh takes a breath, lets her shoulders drop, and smiles.]
All right.

[Why not? She picks up another dress carefully, the one with the lace, and suddenly she's wearing it as well - no bothering with the fuss of getting it on, it's just there. Maketh smooths her hands over the fabric in wonder.] Is this...is this nice?
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[personal profile] unfollowing 2016-05-17 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's an empty rack in the room, with padded hangers, where Emily hangs the plum dress that she's going to buy Maketh. When she turns, she grins at Maketh and nods.]

So nice. You look like a fucking princess. A fierce, ass-kicking princess. Get it! It'll look even better with a pair of strappy heels in like, gold or silver.
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-17 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maketh has worn heels before, though not often, and certainly not enough to know what would best be paired with a dress like this. But she smiles nonetheless, nodding.] I will!

[She'll have something nice, some dresses, and an opportunity to wear them. She doesn't know how or when, exactly, but there's something about this moment - and the certainty in Emily's voice - that says it's possible.] Will...will you show me? The shoes, I mean.
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[personal profile] unfollowing 2016-05-18 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Right on cue, they've got the dresses all folded up in fancy bags, and Emily is tucking the credit card into her slim designer wallet.]

You don't even have to ask.

[Looping her arm through Maketh's, Emily leads her to the shoe store, another magical place where all the shoes are Maketh's size and always comfortable.]

Oh god, where do we even start? Everything's so perfect!
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-18 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's the strange thing. Everything is perfect - pretty but comfortable, nothing that Maketh hates on sight - and there isn't a crowd of people pressing in on them from all sides like at the market on Lothal. It's just...them, and a room that smells vaguely of perfume.

Maketh hesitates. There are so many choices.]
Wha--what do you like?
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[personal profile] unfollowing 2016-05-19 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Emily doesn't just bring what she likes. She brings what she loves, pair after pair of sandals and high heels and boots. There's a swipe of that credit card with every pair Maketh tries on and approves of. Maketh will be set for life, at this rate, for any occasion.]

Isn't this the best? [Emily has never looked happier.] Oh my god, you have to let me do your makeup. Please let me show you how.

[It's not the kind of 'please' that can be refused. In fact, they're suddenly surrounded by makeup, and there's a dressing room style dresser and chair in front of them.]
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-19 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[It happens in a blur, almost like dancing in a club, with flashes of color and sound all around. Maketh finds herself sitting in front of a mirror suddenly, her hair hair down, all of the pins sitting in a little dish before her.

That ought to scare her. It doesn't. Maketh smiles back at Emily in the mirror. She wishes Emily would smile like this more often.]
Oh--all right. Not too much, though. Just a little.
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[personal profile] unfollowing 2016-05-19 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Say no more, Maketh.

Emily goes to town, with brushes and sponges and eyeshadow and lipstick, eyeliner, mascara... and yet, for all that she uses so many products, the effect is subtle. It brings out Maketh's natural beauty, softens the usually harsh lines of her face. She can kick ass, but she can also be kind and gentle. She looks that way now, her body lean and toned from all her training, her face almost delicate.

Emily steps back and stares at her in the mirror. Her smile is small, almost awed, definitely as if she's touched.]


I told you you'd look good with your hair down. [Emily hasn't even done anything to it. Maketh's hair is just styled now, nothing fancy, just smoothed out to frame her face.] You look perfect.
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-19 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I--

[There must be words for this. There must. Maketh touches her face in wonder. She's worn makeup before, of course, but always applied by other people and never for her own sake. It was just appearances - one must look just so when giving speeches, but this is different.] I look so different...

[Not bad. Just different. Softer, in many ways. Maketh clears her throat.] You...you're very good at this.
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[personal profile] unfollowing 2016-05-19 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I know. [It's a gentler acknowledgement than it would normally be, less flippant and more peaceful, like they're winding down from a whirlwind ride. Everything is softer.

Everything is good.]


Why don't you dress up more? You should do it, you know, now and then. Even in the hellhole. Looking good makes me feel good. You could use that too.
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-20 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[It's true. Even in a place as mad and chaotic as Hadriel, Emily always manages to look out together. Composed just so. In the beginning, Maketh called that vanity. A flippant, useless thing. But it's not useless. She sees that now. There's a purpose to everything and all you need is just to step back and understand.

Maketh smiles into the mirror, wondering at the color of her face. The subtle changes.

It makes her look a little younger, not pulled so taunt.]


I think you are the most honest person I know. Maybe --- maybe I will. I'll try, I mean.
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[personal profile] unfollowing 2016-05-20 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, yeah. What's the point in bullshitting you if I'm not getting anything out of it? [She'll be pretending more than her fair share of faking it as she climbs her way to the top in the fashion industry, after all.]

Good. You know where to find me if you need help.
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-20 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maketh smiles again, nodding happily. She hasn't felt this light in a long time. Not while she's sober, anyway.] Thank you, Emily.
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[personal profile] unfollowing 2016-05-21 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Emily's smile turns smug, but not unkind, and she nods at Maketh.]

Go out there and show off.

[Everything is warm and soft and lovely. The dream ends.]