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

[dogsanddaughters]

You shouldn't talk. It makes them come back.

[Miriam peeks at the man. He's older than her, but maybe not by much. Closer to Gilly's age, with curly blonde hair and tear streaks cutting down his face. She doesn't know him.

In the distance, someone dies. She knows that sound. The gurgle of a slashed throat. Miriam puts her head back down.] Think...think of someplace nice. And if you can keep breathin' for another minute, then you'll make it. Just another minute and you can go, see?

[smited]

No. [ he says quietly, raggedly. and then again, a little stronger-- ] No.

[ fingers curl against the hard stone floor, nails catching painfully on the cracks. but the pain is grounding. it's something to focus on that's not--not this girl. this girl who can be nothing more than a new trick. a new way to try and break him. ]

I will not fail. I will not give in! [ his breathing is still rough as he begins to pray again. ] Maker, though the darkness comes upon me, I shall embrace the Light. I shall weather the storm. I shall endure.

[dogsanddaughters]

Maybe that works too. [Miriam's been told she talks too much. But sometimes that's all she has, the talking, hoping she can find an angle. A way out. She raps her knuckles against the glowing wall, wincing at the reverb. It stings her fingers, like the bite of a whip or a stone.

This is a bad dream. It has to be a dream. But so far the monsters don't seem to hear her.

Miriam hugs her knees tight to her chest. She wants Barnaby. She wants her mom.] If I'm good, can I go home? I'll be really good.

[smited]

[ something about that gets through to him, makes him pause. he looks over at miriam, really looks, and something in his head clicks into place the way it didn't before. ]

You don't belong here. [ he doesn't know why he's so sure of that fact. but it's something he feels in his bones. ] Why... why are you here?

[dogsanddaughters]

I dunno. [She gives him a sad smile.] This is a bad place. Why're you here?

[smited]

I'm... I'm stationed here. Was stationed here.

[ his brow furrows as he tries to recall the truth. the screams lower in volume, suddenly seeming further and further away. the demon that was behind him slowly fades out entirely. ]

This was my first posting. Years ago.

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam peeks out. It's quieter now, but the smell isn't gone. She still doesn't like this place, doesn't know where she is, doesn't know the rules.] Oh. You're a soldier.

[That's good. She knows how soldiers work. But--]

Years ago? Is...is this a dream, or something?

[smited]

A templar. [ he corrects without thinking. ] I was a templar.

[ he's not, anymore. and he hasn't been back here, to kinloch, for years. he knows this somehow, even though it doesn't seem like that should be right.

cullen swallows hard, ignoring the dryness and pain in his throat. ] A dream...? [ it must be. but that's not much of a comfort. ] We're in the Fade?

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam puts her head back down. She doesn't like looking at this place.] Mister, I don't know what any of those words mean. Izzat good? It doesn't sound good.