Event Log: Dreamwalker

[hadrielmods]

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.

Comments

[beanstalk]

[ Kanda knows a lost cause when he sees one. He knows that there's no saving the people in these burning buildings. He'd like to avoid further burn scars if possible, kthx. That, and he simply wasn't stupid enough to try.

Good thing the screaming doesn't particularly bother him. He doesn't know these soldiers, therefore, he doesn't care. Just nameless faces in another war, easily replaced. Like Finders.

What does catch his attention, though, is the single spared building. A hand goes to his blade resting on his hip as he's cautiously approaching, moving off to the side when he gets close enough to note that the front is open. The scent of blood hits his nose easily, which keeps his hand on Mugen's hilt, just in case.

It won't be hard to spot Mitsuhide, even as blood stained as he was. That expression though makes him think of a certain beansprout, which, in turn, just causes him a soft 'tch' under his breath. Whoever the other was facing, though, was a mystery to Kanda. He had to admit, his curiosity got the better of him, and he's peeking further inside before just flat out revealing himself.

He didn't expect to be addressed with such a question, however. ]

I have no desire. [ There are things he wishes to do, but no desires. ]

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Nobunaga's face practically lights up, in a way; filled with humour, he throws his head back and laughs. Mitsuhide remembers all too well the way his former Lord would respond so strangely to others at times and it filters into his dreams all too often. Kanda is by coincidence alone responding to the Demon King's favoured question in a manner very similiar to another, long ago.]

Is that so?

[He tips his head back.]

Willingly proclaiming your lack of humanity... bold.

[Meanwhile, Mitsuhide glances between then and frowns at those answers... he grips his sword tightly even as the blood starts to pour unhindered from the hand grasping it. No words pass from his lips but he swoops in to resume battle with Nobunaga; Nobunaga turns a fraction (though his gaze remains fixed on Kanda) and their swords clash for a moment, sparks and flames flying much more dramatically than they could ever really do.]