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

[unfollowing]

[Oh god. Oh god. She's never going to be able to save Matt.

Emily screams, but she follows Kate anyway, sobbing, crying for Matt. The tunnel seems to go on forever until they emerge outside, where there are platforms and conveyer belts and ore grinders (somehow Emily knows this, and somehow Kate knows this). There are cables to zipline from, and as much as she's grieving Matt right now (oh god, oh god, Matt--), Emily knows to slam her fist on the button by one of the conveyer belts. It starts, old gears and chains groaning as they move for the first time in god knows how long.]

Go, come on, it's coming and we can't lete it kill us oh god--

[She's a trembling mess, but she crawls up the conveyer belt a few steps ahead of Kate, because she knows how to avoid almost certain death by machinery.

First chance she gets, she leaps off the conveyer belt to a platform on the right, runs up the stairs, across a platform, into a small shed that must have been used to store extracts -- through the door is the zip line that will get them out of here, but Emily can't get it open.

And the wendigo draws closer.]

[dedikated]

[ Well, if Emily knows what to do - if she hasn't collapsed under grief and terror - Kate will follow. She doesn't question the knowledge in her head, just follows what it says and what Emily does to avoid the grinders. She runs behind the girl with a hand ever present on the satchel full of flares even though she can't hear the wendigo right now.

(-and how does she know that name, the beast isn't even a thing of her world.)

But the next path to freedom won't work and all of a sudden the silence is scratching claws and screeching.

Kate fires another flare down the stairs when she sees the vaguest form approach. It could be anything, or anyone, but it isn't getting near them if she has a say in the matter. ]

What's wrong? [ Her voice carries pure urgency, because what the fuck could be fucking with them now when Kate's heart is beating like she's ran for too long. That hard, burning, dangerous thunder in her chest making it all the harder to aim the next flare straight in case the wendigo - or whatever else could be chasing them - decides to try again. ]

[unfollowing]

It's stuck. It's stuck--

[The wendigo screeches, runs for them, leaps at them--

No matter what Kate does, it bites her shoulder. And Emily's, too, somehow. They'll crash through the wooden floor and roll down the side of the mountain. At least the snow keeps them from getting bruised too badly.]

[dedikated]

[ What did she do to get stuck in a fucking horror movie holy fuck

The bite tears through her shoulder, tearing off chunks of flesh and muscle with disturbing ease. It's enough to knock a yell of pain from Kate as the floor gives way beneath them. The snow underneath is blissful against the bite, but the mountain digs into her side in the areas where snow hasn't gathered nearly as thickly.

Kate manages to drag herself to a halt with her good arm, clinging to a rocky part of the slope and pulling herself into a sitting position from there. ]

Emily? [ They can't have been separated too far, right?

Why does her head feel so-- feverish? ]

[unfollowing]

[A shape appears, humanoid, approaching Kate through she snow. It wears Emily's clothes (in tatters, really), and it has Emily's birthmarks on its face, but otherwise, it's full wendigo, and its teeth are bared.

Somehow, it knows where Kate is. Maybe it smells the blood from her bite, or maybe it's been watching her this entire time, leading her here.

Either way, it gives one short, loud scream before it leaps at Kate, knocking her flat on her back. It raises its arm, then swings its claws down to slice open Kate's throat.

Kate wakes in the moment before the wendigo that once was Emily kills her.]

[dedikated]

[ Is she human now? Well- humanoid, she supposes? Because Kate doesn't feel entirely like herself, like something inside is clawing to get out and take over.

Whatever it is doesn't get the chance, because suddenly she's knocked down and--

Her throat is okay. Shit fucking--

Kate grabs her throat, checking that it really was the case.

How could any dream be that... vivid? So hard and real that she almost expects her throat torn in two upon waking? ]