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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!
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► 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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[ Gojyo turns in the doorway to squint at him like he just grew extra arms. ]

Why? You think somebody's gonna come find him, or something? He was nowhere near here, man; trust me, don't worry about it.

[Firo blinks--okay, it sounds like he's way off the mark here. He shrugs, trying to look more casual than he feels.]

So you kidnapped him? Shit, you wanna get the feds all upset? The hell do you want, anyway?

What the hell do you think I want?

[ He's gonna go ahead and ignore that 'feds' thing to avoid having to ask if he misheard. ]

I don't care if you wanna act crazy, but you don't need to do it around me. And there's other guys who might not take it so well if you tell 'em to put free food back where they found it, just so you know.

[ He bends down to pick the nearly-departed up, slinging him over his shoulder. ]

...So you're like Dragon.

[Ugh. Gross. Firo'd hoped he'd never have to see anymore cannibalism in his life, but apparently that was a tall order.

And it's more serious now, considering how Dragon only took... nibbles, really. Firo has a feeling--given the size of the grill, and he wishes he'd noticed earlier--that this guy won't be as fortunate as those other victims.

He growls and tries to grab this man's arm.]

Hey! What the hell're you doin'? That's just sick!

[ Gojyo smacks his hand away. ]

Kid. I don't know where the hell you came from or how it was, but don't fuckin' side with humans around here. Trust me, they wouldn't do the same for you. Probably just as soon shoot you.

[Firo bristles and steps in even closer.]

So what? Maybe he's never done anything for me, but he's never done anything against me either.

[Yet. This man has a point with that--most people are dicks. But Firo wouldn't respond to dickery by eating someone even if that had happened here. Which it hasn't.]

Even if he's done somethin' to you, just solve it the normal way.

If you don't fuck off in about a second I'm gonna solve somethin' else the normal way.

[ He drops his cargo, roughly, and splays his fingers—a moment ago they were normal, but now they taper into long, sharp claws. ]

[It was probably too much to hope that this guy wouldn't get angry about giving up his catch.]

Why don't you just try it, huh?

[He reaches for his knife--usually right at his belt--but it's not there for some reason. Whatever, he doesn't need it. He lets his muscles relax, ready to react.]

[ He's fast, and he doesn't wait for further invitation—but instead of actually making good on the threat, he goes for the kid's shirt collar, to yank him off his feet. ]

Hey--!

[He can't avoid the grab, but he does try to hurl himself at the guy's legs as he falls--maybe he can take him with him.

At least this'll be a distraction from the snack, he hopes. Or a change of target, which is less fun for Firo.]

[ Some curse dies halfway out of his mouth when he tries to step back and hits the edge of the firepit. He seems not to react, weirdly—he's just going to let the kid get up. ]

Do you wanna die? I said get the fuck outta here!

[Firo had been expecting an immediate switch to a fight, no matter how friendly the man had been just moments ago. He's tensed to leap to the side as he stands and is surprised when he's allowed to.

He watches cautiously, wary of any apparent mercy. It could always be a trick.]

Come on, isn't there an easier way for you to eat? If you keep doin' stuff like this, people're gonna notice. A guy I met in prison was in for stuff just like this. Only reason he didn't get the chair is probably because he didn't kill 'em.

No!

[ His jaw shifts and he looks away. Yes? Maybe? What kind of question is that!! ]

You should be worried about yourself. I can't let you live.

[ Except he's still leaning against the side of the firepit. He pushes himself up and takes what's supposed to be a menacing step forward. ]

[Oh. Well, that kind of sucks. Firo forgets the elixir for a moment (and who knows if it'd work here anyway) and reflects that this would be a really embarrassing and probably painful way to go.

Showing fear at a time like this has never helped anyone, so he keeps his tone even. There's a hint of curiosity in his voice.]

Then why haven't you done anything yet?

[He doesn't drop his guard an inch--maybe that's just the invitation this guy was waiting for.]

[ He can't ignore the challenge. He lunges for the kid again, this time going for his throat. ]

[Can nothing in his life be easy?

Firo ducks down as he waits for the impact. His aim isn't to dodge but to get low to catch the guy when he comes at him. If he can, he'll grab at the hands going for his neck and shove back.]

How 'bout you answer if you're gonna kill me anyway?

[Firo doesn't plan to let that happen, of course, but this is all part of his strategy. Or would be, if anything he'd thought of could be called a strategy.]

[ The dying guy on the floor seems to have disappeared completely. Gojyo doesn't try to get out of having his hands caught—but he plants his feet and squeezes his fingers around the kid's, to make a point. He's preternaturally strong, but he's still, in essence, doing nothing. ]

Why the fuck do you care!

[In the part of the back of his mind that's still thinking, Firo wonders why he's going for the fingers instead of just trying to throttle him. It doesn't add up.

Idly, he thinks that this guy's grip may be stronger than Berga's, so he digs in his heels and stands his ground instead of trying to wiggle out.]

Maybe I'm just curious. Anybody'd be.

[At least, anybody as stupid as Firo would be.]

[ Gojyo makes a frustrated noise through gritted teeth and shoves the kid backward, letting go. ]

I don't feel like gutting anybody else right now. Go home.

[ Which is a pathetic thing to say right after telling somebody you can't let them live, but here he is. He turns back to empty place on the floor where his would-be victim was. There's not even a bloodstain. ]

The fuck did you do?

[Firo stumbles back, still staring questioningly at this guy. If he had to bet right now, he'd say that he's a lot nicer than he's pretending to be. That's still no cause to celebrate, though--"nicer" than a cannibalistic murderer still isn't super nice.

Firo follows his gaze and blinks in surprise.]

I didn't do anything--you were lookin' at me the whole time.

Think he crawled off?

[Good for him. It does seem impossibly speedy, though, for a guy in that condition. And not even a trace? Something's up.]

[ Gojyo doesn't answer for a second. He leans on the side of the firepit and coughs hoarsely out of nowhere, like he very abruptly developed a nasty cold. His voice is still rough when he recovers. ]

He was right there! That doesn't make any sense.

Who the hell knows?

[He's pretty sure neither of them could've done anything... So what other explanation is there?

He tilts his head when he hears that cough.]

What's wrong with you?

[Despite the blunt tone, there's no particular malice in his voice, just curiosity. Is he sick?]

[ There's no malice in the answer, either; it's conversational, as if he's already forgotten what they were arguing about. ]

Nothing, I just had to quit smoking.

[ He freezes, suddenly, with his hand at the base of his throat.

That's right: he had to quit smoking. They'd run out.

The edges of the environment, the little clearing ringed by trees around the pavilion, are getting darker, less distinct. ]

Wait, who are you?

[This guy really does remind him of Dragon--tearing someone apart one minute, casually chatting the next. Firo always meets the weirdos.

He doesn't yet notice the fading background, but he does notice that body language--it doesn't exactly set him at ease.]

Me? Firo Prochainezo. Martillo Family.

[Their name means nothing here--wherever here is--but it comes out automatically. He tilts his head.]

Who're you?

[ Of course the name itself means nothing to him, but he can understand the automatic impulse to identify oneself with other people. He still has a hand on his throat, as if there's something wrong with it that won't go away, and darkness is creeping over everything equally. ]

Gojyo.

[ He turns to the empty spot on the floor, and then quickly back To Firo with something to say—but whatever it is dissipates with the dream. ]

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