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Event Log: Dreamwalker

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.
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► 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.

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From the sounds of it, Death Row doesn't seem too inaccurate, though it may not be the same thing.

Before she can respond, Firo makes his proposal. Something in her expression twists into suspicion. Already she's close to the glass, but then she retreats a few steps away until she's in the center of her little room.

It's hard not to think about what happened with the last man who had helped her escape. What he had wanted from her. This much younger man doesn't seem to look at her with the same intention, yet it still begs to question--

"Why would you w-want... to do a thing like that?"

Not that she doesn't want to. She just can't help but question his motives for wanting to help her without getting anything in return.

Surprised, he leans back as well. "What? Why do I need a reason to help somebody out?" It's her life, for Pete's sake! Though he supposes suspicion does make sense--for all she knows, it could be a trap of some sort. Maybe he could even be working for her jailers.

He shrugs, keeping a casual tone. "Anybody who's gonna keep a lady like you locked up like this is probably a jerk. Who wouldn't wanna get one over on people like that?"

"Because everyone always wants something, and kindness doesn't just come without a price." Her eyes narrow, wary of what Firo may say. What lies he may give. "What do you want from me? What do you get out of this supposed kindness?"

She's been used all too often. It's what she was born for, really. But there's a breaking point she just won't give again.

Edited (what the fuck fingers) 2016-05-20 22:31 (UTC)

She has a point there--nobody's selfless. Well, very few people are. "I told you, didn't I? It seems like it might be a way to mess with whoever's holdin' you here. I don't have much else to do..."

And then it suddenly hits him. Of course she's nervous! His face turns red and he rapidly shakes his head back and forth. "L-look, I didn't mean to be forward or anything. I-I'm not gonna try anything, I swear!"

A muscle in her face twitches when Firo seems to be able to figure it out on his own. Despite his assurances, she still can't help but find herself doubtful of his goodwill. No one is just that nice. Well, she knew someone, and that person happens to be dead now -- because of her kindness.

"Good. Because if you do... I'll kill you."

Hopefully she won't have to make good on that promise, but she isn't holding her breath.

She glances to the door, which is barely visible. It's just an outline in the glassy wall. "Entry is there, but think you need authorization. Not sure how to bypass that, short of cutting off one of the staff's hand. Or force them to open the door for you. Would rather see you cut off a hand, though."

Firo shrugs, as if her reaction is perfectly reasonable—because it is, to him. “Fair.” That’s what creeps deserve, anyway. If it came to that, he'd do it himself or allow her to do it.

He moves to the door, listening as she lists their options.

Okay, Firo's kind of starting to see why she's locked up.

He wrinkles his nose in distaste at her gauche request. "Yeah, how 'bout we save the sicko stuff as a last resort? I can't just kick it in?"

He looks it over and readies himself to try just that.

The fact that he so readily agrees to his fate if he blunders earns Firo a few points already.

She glances to the barely visible 'door', and then back to him. He was the one talking about wanting to get a 'one up' on the people here. Does he have reservations now?

Because he probably should.

"Glass is made out of reinforced material. It won't break easily."

Despite this, Firo will have a surprisingly easy time breaking the entry down with his own strength somehow.

Seems she spoke too soon...

Firo goes for it anyway, beaming at the crashing of the glass as it yields. "Hey!"

They're not doing so bad just yet, but he's sure there are patrolling guards nearby. Luckily those guys are normally easy to hear from a distance--though he's thinking of the ones in his world.

He walks ahead; she can keep an eye on him this way. "Come on. You know the way out? Or should we pick a direction and try our luck?"

Almost taken aback by this unexpected turn of events, she steps away from the door, removing herself of Firo's path as he breaks in.

Either all this time she could've broken herself out if she had so wanted to, or something was seriously amiss here.

She hesitates, bringing her arms over her chest, almost hugging herself. So far, so good, but she isn't getting her hopes up yet. She still doesn't know if this person will be true to his word. Better keep an eye on him. At least this time she can actually do something about it if he tries anything sketchy.

"Listen, if you... keep doing this, you could get yourself killed. Just for trying to help. Are you certain this is what you want?"

It didn't seem to matter much before because she didn't think there was anything he could do about it. But now that she sees that he's being serious, things are different.

Firo looks over his shoulder at her. "I don't plan to die or anything. If they get us, I'm not givin' up without a fight."

He picks an empty-looking hall and starts heading down there. Despite his easy pace, he's alert for any noise or glimpses of other people.

"How likely do you think it is that we get caught?" NoW that she has him curious.

How much of that can she actually trust? He doesn't seem to have any weapons, and chances are the facility's guards will be armed with guns. So unless Firo has some sort of ace up his sleeve, she doesn't know how far they'll be allowed to progress.

Not unless she does something herself, that is. So she follows him outside of Glass House, quickening her pace to get ahead. She assumes she knows this place better than he does, after all. Just a little bit. The translucent hallway leading out of the glassy cell is darkened by red lights, softly glowing and dimming to reveal what appears to be absolutely nothing beyond the walls. If one squints hard enough, though, they may be able to make out vague patterns of what appears to be a cavern interior.

"Surveillance may have already picked up on what's happening, so... pretty likely."

Then again, that poses another question that eats away in her memory banks.

"How did you get in here in the first place?" Did he really come here with no escape plan? Who does that?

Edited 2016-05-22 00:27 (UTC)

Firo doesn't quarrel when she takes the lead--he does, after all, have no idea what this place even is.

Which he's reminded of even more at her question.

"How'd I--?" That is a damn good question. He pauses and scratches his head, then finally shrugs. Despite the gesture, he's hardly feeling casual right now--how did he wind up in a place like this? "No idea, I just woke up here, I think."

"...Something funny's definitely goin' on here."

While she doesn't want to stop, she slows down a little at what he says.

"What do you mean, you just 'woke up' here...?"

Did the researchers here mess with him, too? Was this all some sort of test? Letting someone in who would release her doesn't sound like something they would do, but then... how much does she understand anything?

She makes a turn, casting a cautious glance Firo's way. "This... This can't be right. None of this is right. This was a bad idea..."

Should she go back? What should she do?

He shrugs, though he hardly feels at ease with this revelation. “I don’t remember anything before we started talkin’.” There’s not much else he can say on that, obviously.

He starts, frowning at her sudden protests to the plan. "Hey, what do you mean? You don't exactly have many other options here. What, they're gonna kill you if they catch us? They're gonna do that anyway."

Thinking a little more, he bobs his head and adds, "Even if they torture you first, the risk's still worth it."

On one hand, he has a point. Her life isn't in any less danger now than it was when she was in that room.

Though, on the other hand, it isn't her life that she's so worried about. Far as she is concerned, Firo is an innocent in this. Or at least an uninvolved party. He doesn't deserve whatever punishment they would give him if they're caught.

"How? There isn't anything for me outside of this place. Nowhere I can go. I'm... I'm out of people that I can trust."

Someone sure as hell had made certain of that.

She also can't expect Firo to do any more for her than he already has. That's asking for far too much.

Just then, the lights flash red. Sounds of footsteps echo down the corridor where they're headed. Her eyes widen as she abandons her train of thought, grabbing Firo by the arm and pulling him along with her down an adjacent hallway, away from the sounds of marching footfalls.

"This way. May have remembered the exit." If it's still available to them, that is.

"You don't have to trust me. But there's a whole world out there--you can find a way." He says it firmly, because he knows it's possible. You either scrape by or you don't--isn't it better to die trying?

"Shit!" He's quick to follow as she pulls him around. "All right, let's hurry!" That 'may' isn't comforting, but what else do they have?

In a way, she had already died trying. At least, a piece of her has. A piece that she'll never be able to get back, or mend.

That's all in the past, though. Nothing she can do will ever make it right. Best to move on and learn from that, if she's allowed to live long enough...

"This way," she says, abandoning her previous line of thought for the time being to guide them through a downward slope into another tunnel. At the end is seemingly a dead end, except for a hatch in the ground.

The heavy steel looks like it'd take several people with substantial strength to move. For her, however, she pries it open with one hand. She throws the hatch open, revealing a man-sized hole to jump through, and looks to Firo.

"Down here. You first."

Several indistinct voices can be heard down the red-lit corridor where they had come from. They don't have much time.

So long as they keep moving, he doesn't lost hope. Even when it seems they've come to a dead end; he marvels at her strength.

It occurs to him that he'd balk at going first if he were warier, but there's no time. And besides, it pays to be bold. He nods and goes right for it.

"What're we up against if they catch up to us?"

He normally dives into a fight headfirst with no information. But this place is strange to him, and this lady seems worried--he imagines he should know what to expect.

Once Firo has jumped, she follows. Grabbing the edge of the hatch, she swings it close as she drops to her feet, landing over a rocky floor after a fifteen-foot drop. Though it's hard to see, the drafty air and the stone surfaces appear to be the interior of a cavern where the facility was built. Even if they had a light, it'd be too dangerous to utilize it, so she takes Firo's wrist again and starts pulling him through the darkness.

"Guns," she finally replies, more focused on leading them down a passage into a cold tunnel than she is in talking. "Most likely maser weapons. Doubt they'd bother with non-lethals at this juncture."

Since she was supposed to be killed, anyway. And Firo's actions may as well have been a capital crime... aiding and abetting and all.

Firo barely recovers from his fall before she's dragging him along again. He doesn't hesitate, though, and speeds along as quickly as he can. Relying almost totally on her vision and direction is unsettling to him, but there aren't any other options.

Hopefully he judged her right and she won't kill him.

"Masers? The hell're those?"

Not that Firo can see it, but she looks at him like he had suddenly started cursing her out in Aramaic. Suppose, however, even in this day and age, maser weaponry is still new tech. But damned if she knows how to explain things to a person who has no idea what they even are. What does she look like, a scientist?

"It's energy, that discharges radiation within the microwave range." And if he doesn't understand that, then... "Old weapons that utilize bullets pierce their targets. Masers can cause severe to fatal burns."

Not that she's in any danger of that, but she can't say the same for Firo here.

Firo’d already been opening his mouth to ask her what the hell that meant when she offers her second explanation. That’s good—really all he needs to know.

He snorts, “Sounds like a pretty fancy name for something that isn’t that complicated. My friends do that with oil and a lighter.”

“Sounds like those’ll give ‘em away if they try to come after us. We’d see the fire.” He’s assuming there’s fire.

They make a turn down a cave tunnel, leading deeper into the underground city of the AUC. It actually doesn't seem that much different from the caverns of Hadriel, though the facility they had escaped from is a more unique scene. The walls are also lined with wires, and eventually flickering, unreliable light fixtures shine the way, as well as bioluminescent fungus, grown organically within the stone surfaces.

As it becomes easier to see and hopefully Firo's eyes have adjusted to the light and darkness, she releases her hold on his wrist. She keeps walking ahead of him, leading them down cold and drafty pathways.

"Not fire. It's laser tech. And they shoot as fast as bullets, so there's not much seeing them coming." She makes another turn, her perfect memory being of great help.

It's still strange, being able to talk. She could always understand people's words, even before they realized that she could. But this communication thing is still new to her, so she struggles to figure out what she should say, let alone carry a conversation.

"Nice. They sound like a treat." Fast. And probably long-ranged. That doesn't sound like a good mix for them.

With his newfound (relative) freedom, Firo continues along behind Rey, snatching occasional looks at their surroundings. He has to remind himself of the urgency of the situation to keep from examining the mushrooms. "This place is weird as hell. What's it supposed to be?"

Definitely not. She may have a natural resistance to fire and heat, but she isn't certain if she can withstand laser damage. Either way, she can't say the same for Firo, who would be more exposed if they find themselves being shot at.

"It's the Ashwater Underground City, also called the AUC." You know, in case it becomes a mouthful. "It's about a mile under the surface city and is several miles wide, housing three sectors. There should be a monorail tunnel that'll lead us above ground."

While she talks, the echoing mechanical whirs capture her attention as well. She pulls on Firo's shoulder, indicating that they make a left down a more cavernous passage than continuing onward towards the more man-made looking tunnel. Because a patrol vehicle the size of a tank just happens to be coming their way.

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