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

[smited]

[ this place is strange. everything about this space he's found himself in is foreign, from the machine on the wall, to the lightning up above. it makes cullen a little bit uncomfortable, so he eases his way across the strange scene to the one thing that's familiar. lilith.

of course, what she's happy about is just as puzzling as the rest of this place. from behind her, cullen looks at what is in the safe and--cocks his head to the side like a confused puppy. ]

What are they?

[ please teach him about guns, lilith. ]

[cashlin]

[lilith turns to look over her shoulder at cullen. as much as he sticks out from the futuristic surroundings-- bright metal, automated doors, rows and rows of guns stuffed into storage lockers on all sides-- she doesn't really seem bothered by his presence. or even surprised.]

Guns. Really nice ones, too. Here, catch: this one's nice.

[it's probably a terrible idea to throw a pistol at somebody who doesn't know anything about them, but hey, this is lilith's dream, and she doesn't have to make good decisions in it. she tosses it over, and as soon as cullen's caught it (or not caught it) there's a tall man at his side pressing a cartridge into his hand.

"Gonna need this too, soldier."

roland strides away, returning to his own looting as quickly as he came; lilith stares after him with a lopsided grin.] Dang, that guy's fast. Anyway-- repeater pistol. Pretty easy. Think you can load it yourself?

[smited]

[ he doesn't fumble the gun when she tosses it to him, but he does stare at it all bewildered-like. the expression doesn't go away when he gets handed a cartridge either. if anything, he just looks even more like a confused puppy. ]

I've never seen anything like this in my life. [ he turns the cartridge and pistol over in his hands before turning back to lilith. ] How does it work?

[cashlin]

[how did people live before guns, really.....

turning away from the locker, she makes her way over to him to help.] Guess not. Lemme see that. [lilith takes both out of cullen's hands, and with the effortlessness of someone who's been doing this for years, loads the pistol. she clicks the safety off and passes the loaded gun back.]

Careful, the safety's off. Point the barrel-- uh, that bit. [she gestures helpfully at the appropriate piece] Point it at your target and pull the trigger where your finger is.

Try shooting that box over there. [she nods in its direction, a small smile tugging at her lips.]