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

[whichend]

You are not truly unfamiliar with this.

[ Arya rises to her feet, swaying a little to regain her balance. She takes the man's hand and gestures to the room around them. She does not know which shrine is of his god, nor can she see the dieties she has to choose from, but she knows the man's father all the same. ]

You will find your father here. All gods are faces of but one entity -- the Many-Faced God himself. He belongs to everyone, and comes to everyone in the end. Most people come here to seek his final gift. Do you not seek it?

[ Arya relaxes, a little, but not in an especially healthy way -- her voice is flat, cold, almost formless. She is safest when she is unremarkable, when she can truly be no one. It is better to feel nothing than to feel fear. Still, she cannot quite shake it. Unbidden, she squeezes the man's hand, seeking any kind of solidity she can get in her now-distorted world. ]

[strangelic]

[ Suddenly Castiel realizes why this place is making him feel so uncomfortable. Her words settle into him with such low, heavy dread that it sends a prickle climbing at the back of his neck, lifting hairs with it as it does. This place--it is a temple for something that she thinks is a god, certainly, but not the one who breathed life into him. No, the creature that lives here takes it. ]

You're speaking of Death.

[ It made sense. Death existed in many worlds, and he had many faces. The face of an enemy, a friend, a lover, a stranger; death came to everyone, even angels.

But worship him? Castiel shook his head. It was morbid. ]

Death isn't even the end, [ he challenged, a warble of uncertainty in his voice; not for his surroundings, but the child's hand in his own. She isn't quite right, not on any level. If anything, he's almost afraid of her. ]

[whichend]

[ Arya can pick up on the man's discomfort, and she lets go of his hand. She has to keep her distance. No one has no friends, or had she forgotten? Stupid, stupid. There's a part of Arya that expects another slap, from either the kindly man or the one in front of her. She backs up, a little. ]

I am. I did not say it was the end. [ It can't be. Too many people Arya loves are dead for there to be nothing afterward. ]

But this place is not concerned with what comes next. That is for another life or another place. Death comes to everyone in this land.

[ Arya says, matter of fact. The Many-Faced God is everywhere, whether this man likes it or not. ]

[strangelic]

[ He's still uncertain, but the fear isn't something that he can escape. Not here. It doesn't help that when he tries to push his way out of his dream, it's almost as though there is a barrier pressing him in, and that is almost more frightening than the content.

Castiel falters again, and flicks his eyes away, looking toward the pool, then back toward the child. He can sense her fear of him, and that's fair--he even frightens himself. ]

There still should be... There should be no need to hurry it. Every moment of life is precious. God given.