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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!
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.
WEEDS
Which is just when Dean hears it, the leaves crashing, twigs snapping and breaking and a struggle ensuing. They're - once again - sounds that Dean is far too familiar with and while his heart suddenly starts to thunder, he begins to move.
And at first, his limbs are like sludge. An impossible movement that makes him grumble, forcing his body to cooperate, his feet seemingly sticking to the forest floor. It takes him long seconds before he finally begins to surge forwards, making his way through the underbrush and struggling to smack back branches, trying to follow the sound of the noise while his pulse races in his ears. ]
Hey- hey! Who's out there?
is it okay if I DM like, roots in veins and stuff ajkfa
Who the fuck's that? Who is that—
[ He's half talking to himself. The crash of twigs and branches starts up again, stumbling in Dean's direction. The speaker is an indistinct, staggering shape, about thirty feet away, now. He stops to cough, doubled over. ]
OH MY GOODNESS YES DO IT are they in dean or gojyo or both
But even that long of a pause has Dean once again trying to move, flexing out his knees, struggling to push off against the dirt. ]
Hey, buddy- over here! [ Once he comes into sight, Dean waves a hand, lifts it high above his head and he swears he can hear his own body strain with it. ]
I'M THINKIN BOTH?
[ He lurches forward, using the trees to keep his balance, and rips off something stuck to his arm. ]
Go back, get the fuck out of here! You're gonna die!
[ As soon he says it there's a momentary cacophony all around them, creaking wood and bark. ]
YES OKAY GOOD lets do this thang
-- Yeah, cause i've never heard that one before, the fuck is going on?
[ Dean's still shouting, trying to figure out what's happening here... at least until the trees suddenly up and decide to start going all Evil Dead on their asses. Which is terrifying in more ways than one, Dean suddenly stopping and lifting his chin to stare, gaze flicking across the branches above, frozen to the spot and seemingly waiting for what's next to come. ]
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[ He stops to catch his breath and coughs hoarsely, and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. Dirt stains his fingers. He picks up his feet with no small effort and starts to move again, one arm cradling his ribs. ]
Can't you feel that?
[ It's like cold pressure spreading from the heart, slinking up the neck, down the arms, painful in a way that's not easily identified, and it's getting worse. ]
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[ Except, okay- he feels something. He knows he can feel something, and it's moving, a steady crawl under his skin that's too stiff and uncomfortable and feels like his insides are being forced outwards with the pressure of it. It makes his brow furrow and he flexes his fingers, rolling his shoulders back desperately as he quick tries to move but finds himself practically creaking, his joints strained. ]
The fuck is going on?
[ Move move move, Dean is suddenly struck with the urge to force against it, taking harder steps, shoving off the ground and trying his hardest to scramble his way over to the other guy. ]
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It's the trees—
[ He's still lurching ahead as fast as he can, but his attention is on the back of his hand in front of his face. He says nothing, for a second, until something straight and thin, like a twig, protrudes against the skin between his fingers. ]
Fuck! Oh fuck, oh shit.
[ He pulls his hand in against his stomach and hunches over, as if to hide it. ]
Just keep going! We gotta get out of these fuckin' trees!
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Go, go, go-
[ Dean tries to run over, to make his way closer just to grab the guy, fingers sinking into his upper arm just as a branch breaks through the underside of his wrist, the tip curling against his palm, dripping with blood. ]
Get up, i'm not leaving you here!
[ He'll drag him along if he has to, carry him- Dean doesn't care, but he's not leaving this guy here to be swallowed whole by the trees. ]
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[ It's a joke, in spite of everything, and it follows something between a breathless laugh and a cough. He leans on Dean less because he's trying to and more because his balance is off, and there's a prickling pain in the soles of his feet, as if his traitor veins are reaching down— ]
There it is, there it is!
[ It is a break in the trees, ahead of them. Nothing's visible yet but moonlight on smooth ground. ]
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[ Sure, joking is so totally easy when Dean can feel something grinding up along the side of his neck, crawling under his skin, making it harder to breathe. But he ignores it for the sake of dragging this guy along, doing everything in his power to--
Oh, thank fuck.
He points out an opening in the trees, and while Dean is hard pressed to believe that they're out of the woods yet (hah! how so witty) he can't help but go in that direction despite himself. Maybe if they're real damn lucky it'll actually lead to something good instead of something worse, maybe the trees'll back off and they'll get their bodies back.
And so Dean goes, trying to move that much faster despite the way he's sure he can feel a branch curling against the line of his jaw. ]
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—and something catches them.
It feels like almost like a spiderweb that formed after they ran through it, and it's caught not on their clothes, but on their skin, pulling at back muscles and biceps, holding them at the very edge of the forest.
Gojyo strains against it. ]
Are y— Fuck!
[ It gives a little, like a spiderweb might—but then again, so does skin. ]
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Shit.
Dean doesn't even remotely like this (not that anyone would), the weird sticky feeling that's pulling him back, like he's been all wound up in something taut and strong, refusing to let him go any further. He's not entirely sure what they've stepped into but he doesn't care about scientific explanations - all he knows is that it's keeping him from going any further, a forcefield that he's suddenly stuck to, wound up in so significantly that it might pull them both apart. ]
Oh, c'mon!
[ His tone screams bullshit, and he kicks up a furious fuss, wriggling about like a fly stuck to flypaper, fighting against it something fierce. He's halfway sure that he's going to rip himself to shreds in the process but he's starting not to care - escape is right there, and if they don't get there soon, the branches stiffening his neck are going to drop him. ]
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—and then it lets go, and the suddenness of it sends both of them face-first into the sand.
The sensation of things growing in their veins is gone. The woods behind them are quiet and well-behaved. Where they'd been stuck, stretched between two trees, the remains of a massive spiderweb drift in the breeze. The strands are visibly red, even in the moonlight. There is a lot of blood on the ground. Ahead of them is nothing but desert.
Gojyo lifts his head and spits out sand, but he's not even going to try to get up yet. ]
You alive?
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Huh.
Okay.
Dean finally registers the question, glancing sideways at the other guy and nodding a few times, brusquely. ]
Yeah, i’m all here. How ‘bout you?
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[ He props himself up on his elbows with some difficulty and looks back at the trees—but as soon as he registers that puddle of blood he shoots up, wriggling out of his jacket. He should probably be checking to make sure his back isn't full of holes, but he's…making sure his jacket's okay. It's sort of the same thing!! ]
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[ You check yourself over, Dean will just be lying here, thanking his lucky who-knows-whats that the trees didn't go invading anything too sacred. Because there's nightmares and then there's nightmares and he's fairly sure he'd never be able to get over something like that, no matter how capable he is of moving on.
But no really, he's just glad the whole thing is over with, and he claps the guy on the shoulder for a moment before struggling his way back up onto his feet. ]