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

fear.

[bekommen]

[Oh no. This is just not good. Everything about this place has an air of something sinister. Distantly, in the back of her head, Nick recognizes that this is exactly like the setup of a bad horror movie, but it's a dream, so it feels entirely real to her in the moment.

Fuck whoever is laughing, though. The scream sends a shiver down her spine, and she doesn't jump, but that's only because her legs have suddenly grown heavy, like trying to walk through waist-deep water.]

Who's there?

[pighead]

[There's the sound of scratches along the floor, like something with claws is walking slowly through the darkness toward her. Whatever it is laughs again, closer now.]

Who's there? Who's there?

[It mimics her, its voice high-pitched and childish, but it uses the exact tones she did. Mocking. There's still nothing to be seen except shadows moving in the darkness, and that could be anything. The wind, or something else, far deadlier.]

[bekommen]

[Nick stops trying to walk then, frozen to the spot by the voice, fingers curling into fists at her sides. She's still scared, but there's a warming wave of anger washing over her, too, and that's what wins out.]

Real funny, asshole. Come out and face me!

[pighead]

[The footsteps stop. There's silence, and then a high chorus of laughter that stops abruptly. A cold wind blows, and then, without warning, something jumps out of the shadows at her, a sudden sharp movement.

It's a raccoon. It doesn't attack. It's just scared, and it jumps at her and then runs off, to safety.]

[bekommen]

[Nick isn't overly frightened of animals, typically, but anything jumping out at her in the dark like this is bound to get the same response - a high-pitched shriek and an instinctive jerk backward. She knocks into a high side table, sending a few framed pictures clattering to the floor in the process. It's irritating on top of embarrassing, and she grumbles something under her breath as she bends to retrieve the photos from the floor.]

cw: gore

[pighead]

[Welcome to the Until Dawn experience, Nick: genuinely creepy shit interspersed with stupid jump scares.

And gore!

These photos are different than the portraits on the wall. They're less unsettling, more straight up disturbing - as they seem to be photos of dead people. People who died in unpleasant ways. A woman with her eyes clawed out, a man cut nearly in half, his intestines spilling out. A mostly burned body, twisted in pain. An arm with nails hammered into it.]

[bekommen]

Jesus!

[Once she actually gets a good look at the photographs, she drops them on the table like they're burning hot to the touch.]

What the fuck is going on?!

[pighead]

[There's laughter behind her, creepy little children giggling at a bad word, or maybe at her discomfort. Finally, something speaks, a young girl's voice.]

You shouldn't be here!

[She sounds more amused than anything, her words turning into giggles at the end.]

[bekommen]

Well, no fucking shit! Show me the goddamn way out and I'll be on my merry fucking way already.

[pighead]

What? Don't be silly. You know the way out.

[There's a rumble, and another laugh.]

You just have to die.

[bekommen]

Fuck you, asshole.

[She can feel her fingers curling into fists at her sides.]

You think you can kill me? That I'll just take it? COme hit me with your best shot.