Event Log: Dreamwalker

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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

[prespangled]

There are parts of this that Steve knows his own version of - the cold, though Brooklyn winters never got this bad. He knows what not being able to breathe is like too. Fear, because Steve does get afraid of things sometimes, he's not immune to that.

He wouldn't understand what the gun is for, and it's got nothing to do with a lack of medical knowledge.

Steve's frowning at the sound of the planes when he spots him against the wall, and he almost doesn't recognize him.

"Doctor Banner?"

[zen_en_vert]

"What do you want?"

He asks, looking up, startled at how close th man has managed to get- he can't place his face, in this world.

"Stay back."

The point of the pistol comes up.

[prespangled]

He understands what a gun pointed at him means, though he's too surprised for a few seconds to lift his hands.

"Doctor Banner, it's me. It's Steve."

He chances a glance back at the door, at the ceiling again.

"Are you expecting someone else."

[zen_en_vert]

"Steve?"

He asks, as the name tries to mean something to him- recognition twigs, but no. Not quite. Maybe if he looked like the Steve that Bruce knew, but-

"If you don't let me go, there's going to be trouble."

[prespangled]

"Let you go?"

Steve repeats the words, brows knitting together. There's a misunderstanding here, and he doesn't know why he would think that of him.

"I'm not holding you here, I just wanna know what's going on. What are those planes?"

[zen_en_vert]

"They're looking for me."

He says, shaking himself out of it, trying to rally.

"The army wants to get their hands on me."

[prespangled]

"Why is the army looking for you?"

It doesn't make any sense to him. Those are the good guys, right? Surely he wouldn't need to hide from them, wouldn't need a gun.

[zen_en_vert]

"Because of what's in my blood."

He murmurs, and goes to check out the shack window.

"We don't have long."

[prespangled]

It's a situation he never imagined he'd be in, caught between the army and someone he considers a friend, someone he definitely respects. He frowns thoughtfully for a moment.

"You go on. I'll try to hold them off here." Steve takes a deep breath and nods at the gun. "You can leave that with me."

[zen_en_vert]

"I can't."

He informs him. Can't leave the gun, can't keep running. For a long, thoughtful moment he stares at him, and decides to ask;

"Could you go out and see if there are helicopters closing it?"

[prespangled]

He understands not wanting to run better than most, though in this case he's not sure if the other man doesn't want to or simply can't.

"Yeah, sure."

Steve steps over to the door, casting one last glance back at him and giving what he hopes is a reassuring nod. He cracks the door open carefully, peeking out before taking a step over the threshold for a better look.

[zen_en_vert]

Behind him, there's a crashing sound- he doesn't even need to pull the trigger, just makes the decision, and the dream bursts into violent, psychedelic green. There's a moment where the whole world spins like a keleidoscope and then in the clinic, Bruce jerks awake, sweating and breathing hard.