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hadriel_logs2016-05-16 10:28 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-05-16 10:28 am
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- emily,
- firo prochainezo,
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- pell,
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- shadow the hedgehog
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!
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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Maketh, I think that's your mom!
(He shouts the words because maybe she hadn't heard him the first time?)
She's calling you her daughter, Maketh. That's...you're her child.
(His voice cracks on the word and his eyes wet a little.)
A mother...she...she can't be an enemy....
tw for suicide
[The words stutter in her throat. She knows all the rules but they hurt. There's an ache in her chest, a stone she can't quite breathe around. This is supposed to hurt, but not this much.
Her mother is standing tall, hands outstretched despite the chains. Not afraid. Her mother isn't afraid of anything.
Not even her daughter.
Maketh sobs at the thought.
Newt isn't supposed to be here. Is she supposed to shoot him too? The test said there were only supposed to be two, but sometimes they lie, sometimes it's a trick to see how you'll bend - what it'll take to make you break under the pressure. She can't break. She's come too far.
No. Enough.]
I will do my duty with the u--utmost honor and discipline...
[Orders have been given. They must be followed. Maketh clicks her heels together and tries to smile at Newt.] Don't look.
[Then she tucks the blaster under her chin and pulls the trigger.]
tw: murder
(His words are soft. He knows that there can be a way around this sort of thing. She didn't have to do anything. He knew that she didn't want to, couldn't want to. Not the Maketh he knew. Who cared about duty and honor? Sometimes duty and honor was wrong.)
What?
(Of course, Newt looks. What was Maketh thinking? What was she doing? The blaster goes up and Newt doesn't understand.
At least not until it's too late.
His eyes peel wide open and he lunges forward, a scream ripping out of his throat. It's not even a word, just some feral shriek of distress but then it's too, too late. His mind splits and what did he do. What happened.
But there's feet marching in. Newt looks up, doesn't know what to expect, but there's blasters being pulled on him and before he can even say a word, there's bullets ripping into him. The parents.)
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