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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.
mismanagement: (005)

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-17 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Maketh draws back, hands raised in surrender. This isn't right. This room has no door and no seams along the walls. They're in a box and there's no way out, no indication of how they got there in the first place. Just Rey, bleeding, broken glass on the floor, and a booming voice snapping through Maketh's head.

Enough of this.

She's not afraid, oddly enough. Disturbed in a quiet sort of way, but not afraid.

"Well I can't leave," Maketh snaps. She tries to soften her voice. "Rey. I...if you look at me, I'll...I'll tell you something nice. Okay? I won't touch you. But I'll tell you a story. You just have to look at me, okay?"
circumitus: Captain Morgan didnt let me down when i stand up it feels like the world is trying to hand me rainbows. (i hate your face)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-05-17 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
She doesn't want to look. What she wants is for all of this to go away. This is supposed to make her better, isn't it? She's supposed to feel better now...

Hands lowering from her face, blood drips down her jaw and into her palms. She blinks at the red smears across her skin, the marks on her face stinging. It hurts, but it's a welcome hurt. A pain that she needs to feel.

It's where her gaze is focused, narrowing at the display in front of her rather than the other woman in the bathroom.

"Sugar and spice, and everything nice," Rey says, her mouth moving this time but her words are small and distant and barely audible. "But we don't deserve the sweets. We haven't earned it. You have to earn it."

She winces, the pain in her face now throbbing, aching her skull.
mismanagement: (004)

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-17 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Something about this is wrong, strange and confusing. Maketh keeps looking for the rules, the logic defining the moment, but it's not clear. Perhaps she has to write it herself. If no one else will bother, then why not?

Maketh huffs. "Then why are you bleeding, if you haven't earned something?"
circumitus: Seriously. Its 80 proof rum that was 8 bucks for a liter. I'm afraid. (you don't want any of i have)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-05-17 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"This?"

Rey's eyes widen, as more blood drips from her face to her fingers, some droplets splashing over the once-pristine tiles. She notices her trembling hands, and there's nothing she can do to stop it.

Her jaw locks up. "We earn this. Had to cut the stranger out. No other way." She glances to the remaining shards in the mirror, watching the crazed image of herself staring back at her. "He was killing us."
mismanagement: (004)

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-17 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Maketh grimaces too quickly to hide the expression. "Well, fine. He's gone now. But you've already bled. Let me see."

The cuts need to be cleaned, stitched, else there's really no point at all. Maketh understands the need to make a scar, sometimes, though she won't admit it easily. But it won't matter at all if you die first.
circumitus: and me reduced to ash. (the hazards of love)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-05-18 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Stitches will be needed, indeed. And if things had gone the way they were supposed to, it wouldn't happen like this. But then, Rey knows that there's supposed to be a door from this room, and that there should be a townhouse beyond these walls. Yet there isn't.

Gradually she feels her mind pulling apart, noticing the cracks in this reality. Mostly in that this isn't reality at all. It's a sham.

"There's nothing to see here. There's nothing left to see." The words trickle from her mouth like water.
mismanagement: (003)

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-18 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"There's plenty left to see," Maketh insists, taking a step forward. "I just want to look, all right? I won't even touch, I promise."
circumitus: Insert Warmer song lyrics here. (i have fireworks and redbull)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-05-18 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
This is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong and she knows it. Feels it. She brings a hand to her hair and tugs at the mahogany strands, recoiling from Maketh at first.

"Everyone lies. Makes promises they can't keep." Her bloody fingers tighten against the side of her head. "Including me..."

Her arm drops to her side as she slumps against the wall in what appears to be a defeated posture.

"It won't stop." Whether she's talking about the flow of blood or something else, it's hard to say. Both are likely, though.
mismanagement: (003)

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-18 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"No, Rey..."

How is this done? There must be a protocol she's forgetting. Maketh sinks to her knees, bare feet slipping against the blood on the tiles. This room isn't right at all - it shouldn't exist, can't possibly exist as it seems - but for the moment it's kept Rey from bolting.

Perhaps that's something.

Maketh takes a breath, and then reaches out, patting Rey's arm. It's not good to be this close, it's dangerous, Rey might hurt her - could kill her so easily. But it's important not to get lose.

And there's so much blood already.

"It will. It's going to clot," Maketh tells her softly. "Rey?"
circumitus: 'Cause it makes him feel like a fish. (says he likes to get high and swim)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-05-18 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Who cares if it clots? What does it matter? It had to be done, anyway. This is how it's supposed to go.

This isn't, though. Not like this. She should take control somehow. Push Maketh out and let things play out as they ought to.

But everything is beyond her control now, just as it's always been. What makes her think that this would be any different?

"Med supplies..."

...in the mirror.

Thanks, strange and disembodied Rey-voice.
mismanagement: (005)

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-18 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Behind the mirror. Part of that seems fitting to Maketh, though she's not exactly sure why. Something about the tenor of this moment. The psychical weight of it as she stands, pressing her hand against the wall for balance.

This room should not exist as it does. And yet here they stand.

Maketh pulls the mirror back, finds gauze and rubbing alcohol and even - to her great surprise - a tube of topical bacta gel. The kind with the numbing agent, so it doesn't hurt when you apply it.

Small mercies. Maketh bows her head, catching her breath for a moment, before she kneels back down. "Rey. Can I touch you, Rey?"
circumitus: She literally cut my boxers off with a 8" chef's knife and had her way with me. (tomorrow never knows)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-05-18 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
How it is this woman knows her name is slowly starting to make some form of insane sense, but Rey is working it out in silence. Afraid of what she may do to this environment if she makes even the slightest mistake. Whether or not she can hurt herself or Maketh in this space she doesn't know, and it isn't a possibility she's willing to gamble.

If she could press herself any more to the wall, she would have. She would have slipped through and disappeared from this space entirely, leaving Maketh behind to deal with the mess.

"No... N-no, I-- I-I..."

It just slips out without her meaning to.

it hurts want it to stop
mismanagement: (003)

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-18 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maketh crawls forward, bumping her hand against Rey's knee gently. Focus. Stay in the moment.] Do you see this? It's called bacta gel. From my world. It'll close your cuts if you let me put it on. And it'll stop things from hurting, all right?
circumitus: Why was that not a good enough reason to put me to bed? (threw a jar of pickles at a police car)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-05-18 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
From her world? That isn't possible, though--

Shit. None of this should be possible. It's all in her head, right? That is, ironically, the one thing that makes the most sense in this senseless place.

"Do you really think it'll make any difference?" Rey asks Maketh, her voice lower this time. The madness somewhat devoured. More lucid. Awake. But she is, of course, still asleep.
mismanagement: (004)

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-18 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Maketh pats Rey's knee again, lightly. Just a gentle touch, something to keep them both focused on the moment. On what stands right in front of them. "Of course it will. I don't do useless things."
circumitus: Completely decimated and my hand was all bloody and covered with glass. Weird dude, never saw him again ever since. (got into a bar fight last night)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-05-18 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Something in her mind gives a tug, and it's difficult to say if it's her or the attempt at contact Maketh makes. It's something, though.

"Of course." She struggles to keep her hands pried from her face, as she tilts her head slightly toward Maketh. Still doesn't quite make eye contact. "Why does it matter to you so much?"

But 'it' she really means Rey herself.
mismanagement: (003)

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-18 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
There, that's better. That's something. Maketh bumps her hand against Rey's knee again. "Because you're important. Of course it matters."
circumitus: Captain Morgan didnt let me down when i stand up it feels like the world is trying to hand me rainbows. (i hate your face)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-05-18 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"You keep saying that like it's supposed to mean something. But am actually pretty expendable. When one vessel dies, there is almost always another to take its place."

Rey doesn't even know if she's technically the same person she's always been, or if she's just copies of copies, written over each other.

That's also what makes this moment substantial. Why part of her is still stuck within these four blood-splattered walls.

This was where she had decided to end that cycle of living to die. She just needed her face back.
mismanagement: (003)

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-18 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Maketh thumps her hand against Rey's arm, harder this time. "Hey. I don't want them. I want you. I want this you. Okay?"
circumitus: She literally cut my boxers off with a 8" chef's knife and had her way with me. (tomorrow never knows)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-05-18 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
She only slightly nudges at that thump, staring at the tiled wall in front of her.

"Don't even know who 'this' me is. If there's such a thing. We're all..." She brings a hand to her gashed up face, the pain still very real despite the rest of this being not. "We're all just one package now. Needed to find something in all of that. Find that one constant."

And that was her scars. No matter who she was, she always had the scars. That's who Rey is -- at least, according to her.

"I know how all of this must look to you." Her tone changes again. Deeper. More like-human.
mismanagement: (004)

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-18 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Maketh frowns, sitting back on her heels. The worst of the bleeding appears to have stopped, but everything is going to scar horribly. Just like the scars she sees on the waking Rey. She wonders how much of this is a nightmare and how much a memory, if there's even a difference. "What does this look like to me, then?"
circumitus: She was stuck there, we simply exchanged rides. (it's not like i paid for sex)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-05-18 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"That I have to be a fucked up crazy person who did a fucked up thing for no reason."

Even if the reason itself is also fucked up.
mismanagement: (004)

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-18 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Maketh huffs. "You're hardly the first to do that. It doesn't mean you have to be in pain, all right? Just let me put this on your face."
circumitus: Why was that not a good enough reason to put me to bed? (threw a jar of pickles at a police car)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-05-18 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Jaw clenched, Rey's eyes harden for a moment. "Don't pretend that this is normal. I know that this isn't normal, even for crazy people."

She does force herself to look at Maketh, giving her free reign to do what she wants.

"Fine."
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-05-18 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Maketh snorts, not quite a laugh. "Nothing about this is normal. But that hardly means you're the only one."

She lifts her chin. "I'm going to apply the gel, okay? It works fast. I don't even have to clean anything, isn't that nice? You'll feel a chill, but that's normal. It means it's working. Okay?"

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