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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-05-16 10:28 am

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.
► 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.
pighead: <user name=yevon> (everybody loves a winner)

[personal profile] pighead 2016-05-21 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Clearly she has not gone through enough. The room grows cold, as if a window were left open, but it's getting too dark to see if there are even really any windows at all. The sounds down the hall are silent for a moment at the sound of her voice, and then resume, but now they've become a soft scraping, a clicking.

Like footsteps against a wooden floor, if the thing walking had claws. Or twisted, inhuman feet. Or something.

That's the only sound there is, now. Footsteps coming closer, drawn by the sound of Ashley's voice. The last candle flickers out, and the only light now comes from distorted moonlight, through a window in the hall.]
cowardley: (ʙᴀʙʏ I ғᴇᴇʟ sᴏ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ)

[personal profile] cowardley 2016-05-23 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's almost hard to hear the steps over the thumping beat of her heart, but she does, and every fiber of her being screams for her to run. The hairs on the back of her neck tingle, and send a shocking shiver down her back. Her feet feel stuck in place, fear holding her solid.

And then the last candle flickers out of existence. Something in her jump starts, and after a few hesitant steps back, she spins and races away from the clicking footsteps, desperate for safety. ]
pighead: <user name=yevon> (pic#9857324)

[personal profile] pighead 2016-05-25 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's no safety to be found. Only long, dark hallways, doors that won't open, stairways that don't seem to get her anywhere. There's definitely too much space for a house, but this is a nightmare. The terror could go on forever, and no matter how fast she runs, there's the feeling of something following her, something tracking her down.

Finally, though, the hallway deadends in a door. There's a scattered pile of keys on the floor. Probably one of them fits the lock. She probably has enough time to find it. Probably.]
cowardley: (ʙᴀʙʏ I ғᴇᴇʟ sᴏ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ)

[personal profile] cowardley 2016-05-31 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The hall seems to go on for so long that Ashley begins to fear that it will never end. When the door comes into view, she's flooded with relief, but that relief turns to newfound panic when it doesn't open. She scrambles through the keys, stabbing each one at the keyhole with shaking hands; she misses most times, and cries out every time. ]

Please, please, come on! [ One after another. One after another. She looks back anxiously for the creature following her, the monster in the darkness. Finally one fits, and she almost screams with joy. ]
pighead: <user name=yevon> (everybody loves a winner)

[personal profile] pighead 2016-06-01 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[The door swings open. Behind it isn't a hallway, but a cave - or maybe a mine. There's no way it could be there, not really, when everything else was just a house, but there it is. The cave is dark, lit here and there by torches, but it's not enough to hold back the shadows.

Behind her, the monster is still coming.]
cowardley: (тнeѕe тнoυɢнтѕ woɴ'т leαve)

[personal profile] cowardley 2016-06-03 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
No, no! [ She doesn't want to go into the cave, but she can hear the thing coming for her. She could just give up, just die right here and there and say fuck you to this whole experience, but Ashley is a coward, and death is far more frightening than anything else in that darkness.

She dashes into the cave, but then quickly turns back to pull the door shut behind her. She does not stay for long near the door, moving forward at a brisk pace. Eventually, she grabs a torch from the wall, holding it out in front of her—though she cranes her neck to check the darkness behind her often.

At this point, the adrenaline is quickly petering out of her, leaving her exhausted, sore, and on the brink of hysterical tears. God, all she wants to do is get out! ]
pighead: <user name=yevon> (pic#9857324)

[personal profile] pighead 2016-06-05 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Something scrapes at the door almost immediately after she closes it, claws or nails or something else. But it doesn't open the door and it doesn't break though.

The tunnel floors are uneven but not too difficult to navigate. They twist and turn, the torches lighting the way, until finally it lets out into a large, dark cavern. The moment Ashley steps past the exit into the cavern, something swings down from the ceiling - sudden, shocking, with waving arms and legs.

But it's not a monster. It's just a scarecrow, stuffed full of straw, with a bright cheery smile painted on it face.]
cowardley: (ɴoвody ιѕ ever ɢoɴɴα нυrт мe ɴow)

[personal profile] cowardley 2016-06-07 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's the anxiety leading up to the scare that makes it so horrible. Ashley screams, the taken torch clattering to the ground as she stumbles backwards and away from the waving scarecrow. It's nothing, but Ashley sobs, clamping her hands over her mouth to quiet them.

It's smile just makes her sob harder, vision wet. She shakes as she passes it, breathing peppered with hiccups and snotty, sudden inhales through the nose. ]
pighead: <user name=yevon> (pic#9857336)

[personal profile] pighead 2016-06-09 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a fairly typical stupid Josh prank, designed to startle and scare but not really injure, and that's what it does. Somewhere, he's satisfied. The rest of the cave is empty, safe. Ashley will be able to find her way through it easily enough, and when it lets her out aboveground, she'll wake up.

Sorry, Ash.]
cowardley: (мy eyeѕ αre cloѕed)

[personal profile] cowardley 2016-06-11 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Somehow, the fact that nothing happens in the end does not erase the horrible feelings she has when she wakes up.

You're an asshole, Josh. >:< ]