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

rage;

[watashinonamaewa]

[ A trap, her instincts tell her as she stares out into the dark hall. There's no where else to go. With the candles flickering out, the room will soon be just as dark. Cibo exits slowly. Without a weapon. Without a light. She's defenseless, though part of her knows that's just how it's going to be. It's not something she questions.

Her eyes adjust as she moves. Her hand out forward to feel for obstacles. She doesn't mean to go in the direction of the scream; Only to find the way out. She wonders if she stays quiet enough that she'll be able to sneak out unnoticed. ]

[pighead]

[There are no lights in the hall, and the room behind her is dark now, too. But then, down at the end, a light flickers on. It's dim and shrouded, and it doesn't illuminate much of anything - only a staircase, going down.

Light or not, it's not very welcoming, and there's a long, dark hallway between Cibo and it. There are whispers from the shadows. There's something watching her, and it's not being very subtle about it.]

[watashinonamaewa]

[ Unwelcoming as it is, it's lures her.

She hesitates before taking the next few steps forward. And this is how it goes as she makes her way down that dark hall; Take a few steps then stop to listen to those indistinguishable whispers.

She just has to make it to the light. ]

[pighead]

[The whispers never resolve into words, and the sense that something is watching Cibo just grows stronger and stronger. The light remains, and she's making progress, but the slowness of her advance seems to be drawing attention.

There's a footstep behind her, a soft scrape as if claws are being dragged across the floor. Then comes the sound of breathing, soft but very present, only a few feet from her back.]