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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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[Emily slams into him while he's falling, but it's only when they're both on the ground that she sees the bullet hole between his eyes and how much scarier his grin looks as his eyes go glassy.

The bravery from before drains out of Emily as she realizes she's half lying on a corpse. Gasping, she backs away, ignoring the ache in her side. She only stops when she's by Maketh's feet, and then she grabs her leg and puts her free hand over where she's hurting so badly. How? What happened? Why--

She grips Maketh's pant leg tighter as she pulls back her hand.

Why is there blood on her hand?]

God--!

[He's down, he's down, she has to go over there and shoot him again or he'll get back up. Make sure, her training is screaming, make sure, make sure. He's the Grand Inquisitor, best of the Empire's soldiers and trained by Lord Vader himself - such things can't just be shot, they have to be decimated.

Except that the Inquisitor doesn't rise with that wild, shark tooth grin. He doesn't move at all.

Itani remains kneeling on the ground with the other pilots. Most of them are dead or dying, Maketh realizes now - bleeding out slowly. Itani is holding her brother's hand, rocking back and forth in complete silence.

Too late. Again.

She kneels down, reaching for Emily worriedly.] Did -- did he hit you?

[Oh stars, what if he stabbed her?]

[This isn't how this is supposed to go. They're supposed to kick ass, to save Maketh's girlfriend, to win.

Emily's hand trembles as Maketh reaches for her.]

H-How? How? He's-- he was holding that freaky sword.

[Tears start to fill her eyes as she shakes her head.]

This isn't real. This isn't real. It can't be real, I can't die.

Y-you're not going to die! [She can't, it doesn't work like this, she wasn't supposed to be here at all. Emily cannot die. Maketh swallows hard, squeezing Emily's arm.] Just...just let me see, okay?

[The blade cauterizes everything, so it's probably just a through and through, she'll be fine. Everything is going to be fine.]

[Sniffing, Emily lifts her shirt up so Maketh can see, but she herself doesn't look. It's not pretty, and Emily can't bear the thought of such an injury, of something potentially fatal.]

This is a dream, it's gotta be. [She grimaces, fighting back a sob.] Please make this stop, Maketh. Please.

[Oh, stars. Maketh shudders, then shrugs out of her uniform jacket, pressing it against Emily's stomach. Stop the bleeding. You have to stop the bleeding.] I--it's fine! It's just fine, it went straight through, okay? It didn't--didn't even hit anything. It's gonna be fine.

[There's just a lot of blood, is all...

Bacta. She needs a bacta injection. Maketh bites her lip, looking around. Her friends are dying on the floor, all lined up just as before, but the other cadets are long gone.] Itani....please...please help me...

[Itani lifts her head slowly. There's nothing at all on her face. nobody home.

Maketh shivers. Let it go. Move on.] They--they keep med kits in the TIEs. But I need you to hold this over your stomach while I get it, okay?

[Emily nods absently, tears falling down her cheeks. It hurts to keep the jacket pressed against the injury, but she does as she's told because this is such an impossible situation.] Can I lie down? [Maybe then, she'll wake up from this nightmare.]

Yeah, it's better if you lie down....

[Stabilize the wound. Clean it, make sure...

There must be a protocol. There's always a protocol.

Maketh shudders, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She doesn't know how to deal with a wound from a lightsaber. She's not trained for this, doesn't know enough.

No, no, she can improvise. It's fine. Everything is going to be just fine.] I'm gonna get the med kit now. I'll just be gone a minute. You're...you're doing just fine, Emily, you're gonna be fine!

Okay.

[What choice does she have anyway? Lying down hurts, but she feels better when she's flat on her back. Less woozy, more able to breathe. While Maketh is gone, Emily starts up a quiet chant.]

Wake up, wake up, wake up...

[Maketh is back before she even realizes it.]

[None of the others are going to help. The cadets are gone and Maketh's friends are dead or dying on the floor, most of them gone blurry around the edges - as if they weren't there to be begin with. A hologram of some sort. Another trick. The Empire does so love its tricks.

The closet TIE is empty and unlocked, med kit right where it ought to be. Maketh comes running back and nearly slips on a pool of blood. She goes down to her knees but catches herself, wheezing.

The Inquisitor's dead eyes are staring at her, his teeth bared in a rictus grin.

Maketh scrambles back with a yelp, clutching at the med kit. No, no, you have to focus. Ignore the dead thing, it doesn't matter. Emily needs to live. Emily needs help.

It's going to be fine. Everything is going to be just fine.

Maketh pushes her hair out of her eyes and kneels down by Emily, popping the cap off the syringe of bacta gel.] This is going to hurt, [she warns] but it's going to fix you. On three. One...

[She doesn't get to three, just slams the syringe down into Emily's stomach and depresses the needle. It's going to hurt a lot. Possibly even more than being stabbed. But it's going to save her. It is . It has to.]

[Emily screams, large tears rolling down her cheeks as if to make room for the medicine Maketh injects into her.]

This better fucking work--! [she somehow manages, her voice thin and shrill as all of her tenses under the pain. Her muscles and tendons are so tight that she feels they might snap at any second, and indeed, she's trembling from the effort not to lash out in revenge for this fucking bullshit treatment.

She doesn't notice how quiet it's gotten, how the room has slowly emptied, as if by magic. If she did, then she'd take up her chant again, only she'd beg it of Maketh this time.]

H-How-- long? [Shit. Come on. Breathe, Em.] How long til I'm healed?

It's okay, it's okay, it's working...

[Maketh shifts to cradle Emily's head, petting her hair. Trying to comfort her as best she can. Either the bacta will work or it won't, but it must work. It is going to work, no one else is going to die here. Maketh tries to smile, even though her tears have returned, making her vision go blurry all over again.] Just another minute. You're almost done, I promise.

[Maybe... maybe it is working. Emily can't feel the tension in her feet anymore, the heat of how her body strains. They relax and cool, the sensation traveling slowly up her legs as she sniffs.]

It doesn't hurt. [She stares at Maketh through half-open eyes. Is it getting darker? Colder? No. Not possible. This isn't even real.] I'm not dying. [No matter how much it feels like she is, how relaxed her body is as the chill creeps up past her knees.]

No. [Maketh's breath hitches.] No, I did everything right!

[Emily can't be dying. She can't. It's not allowed.]

P--please, I need an instructor! [In this dream, Maketh is sixteen. In that moment, she sounds even younger.]

It's fine. [Somehow, Emily manages to grab one of Maketh's hands; her grip is weak, though, not at all what one would expect of the girl who can knock someone off their feet with a slap.] I-It's okay, it's one of those dreams Fear talked about.

[It has to be.]

Wake up, Maketh. Please. Please. I don't want to die.

No, no, no...

[Maketh squeezes Emily's hand tight, praying that the bacta is working - it might be a little slow but it's working, it has to be working - and finds herself crying again. She wipes at her eyes furiously with her free hand. No crying, you don't do that, don't show weakness.

Emily can't die. She can't.]

I did what I was supposed to! It--it's working, it's working, you just have to hold on a little longer, Emily. Please just hold on.

Wake up.

[It's getting so, so cold, but her tears are hot as they fall down her face, into her hair, Maketh's uniform.]

Forget protocol, okay? Please. Please...

I don't--tell me how. [Maketh feels her breath hitch painfully in her chest.] Please tell me what to do.

Just... do it. [Emily shuts her eyes, her fingers shifting slightly in Maketh's grip.] Just do it. You can do it, you don't-- need orders. Please.

[How? Maketh swallows hard, vision blurring with tears. There is always a protocol and if it has not been memorized already, then it must be learned. She has to wake up. This is a dream. It's a dream and she has to--]

All right. I--I'll try.

[Maketh screws her eyes shut, holding tight to Emily's hand. Wake up, wake up, wake--

And then it's done. She comes up sputtering for air in her bedroom, fighting with her sheets.]

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