hadriel_logs | 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.
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[Miriam sucks in a sharp breath, tightening her hand on Barnaby's harness. For some reason he's not growling anymore. Just watching the monster with razor-sharp attention, waiting for it to make its move. If she can't move, then what...?]

[The wendigo turns its head, trying to get a sense of her position. It knows something is there, but now that she's still, it can no longer see her. It shuffles forward, freezes, but it can't see anything if she doesn't move.

Josh walks forward. It doesn't see him. He's safe, which is too bad, because that's the last thing he wants right now. It only makes him feel worse.]

You ever see a wendigo before? They have them where you're from?

[He picks up a pebble, throws it into the cave. The wendigo turns, and is after it in a flash.]

That's my sister.

[And just like that it's gone. Miriam lets out a shuddering breath, holding tight to Barnaby's harness. She turns to the man - boy? he's older than her anyway - and frowns, trying to figure out where he came from. She heard his voice earlier. He kept her from getting eaten.

That's nice, Miriam suppose.]

We got bad things, but not like that.

[She looks away.] Wha...what's her name?

Yeah. Seems like there's bad things everywhere.

[He watches Hannah go. Then he looks at Miriam, at her dog. He doesn't seem too interested. He seems - tired. Lost.]

Hannah. She's dead now though. I mean - [He shrugs.] - she turned into a monster and then I guess she died. Probably better that way, you know?

[Miriam frowns up at him.] How do you know she's dead, though? Sometimes when people get all messed up, you can bring 'em back. Not always. But sometimes.

My friend told me. They were the ones that killed her.

[He should maybe be mad at that, but all things considered - ]

There's no coming back from that. At least she's at peace.

Oh.

[That's a shitty thing to do. Miriam holds her hand out until Barnaby presses his nose into her palm. That's okay. That's better.] I'm sorry? I dunno. I don't know where we are.

Caves. Mines? Somewhere on the mountain.

[He looks at her, looks at her dog.]

We're probably stuck here. We'll probably become like her eventually. It's inevitable.

A mountain?

[She's never seen one of those before. Miriam is fairly certain she doesn't like it.]

Nothing's inevitable. And I don't wanna be like that. So I won't. So there.

Yeah. Our mountain. My parents own it.

[Because that's totally a normal kind of thing that people own, obviously.]

You think you can just stop it from happening? I bet Hannah wanted to stop it too. You think you're stronger than my sister?

[Miriam wasn't aware that you could own a mountain. She glares at him, pulling Barnaby closer.] I didn't ask to be here! I just wanna go home.

Going home's not that easy. You can try and try and try to leave, but in the end you're gonna die here like Hannah. Like me.

[Her glare doesn't seem to affect him much.]

[Miriam feels her shoulders creeping up towards her ears. She doesn't like it here. Everything so damp and dark, this man talking at her like she knows what's happening.] Fuck you, man. You--you're not scary! I know scary motherfuckers and I survived them just fine.

[She'll survive this too. She will.]

You think?

[He shrugs, looking out into the dark cave. There's an unearthly shriek, the sound of movement. Hannah is out there, or maybe another wendigo.]

Sometimes we can't survive no matter what we try to do. Everybody dies eventually. Or worse.

Not me. Nu-uh. [Miriam shrinks back, pulling Barnaby with her. She's got her stun baton and Barnaby, so that's something. It's going to be enough, yes it is, and she's going to go home.] You can stay here. That's fine. I'm not.

All right. See if you can find a way out. See if you can do better than my sister.

[He'll stay down here for as long as he has to, because that's what he deserves.]

Or maybe you'll just be a snack for her.

[There's something wrong with his voice, or maybe just the things he's saying. Miriam hugs Barnaby close, squeezing him to her chest.] I didn't do anything to you. Or her. So you can just be quiet.

Nobody saved her, so really we all did something to her. You too.

[It doesn't matter that there's no possible way she could ever have helped Hannah. There wasn't any way Josh could have helped either, not really, but that doesn't mean he's any less to blame.]

Don't worry. At least she won't be hungry anymore.

[Miriam swallows hard, holding her baton out in warning.] I'll hurt her. If she tries. I'll fucking hurt her. And you, if you try to help.

I'm not gonna do anything.

[He shrugs.]

If she wants to eat me, that's cool.

You're fucked up.

[There's something wrong with him. Miriam lifts the baton in warning.] Stay away from us.

[Barnaby curls his lip back, baring teeth.]

Not the first time someone's said that.

[And it's not wrong, either. He moves away from her, into the cave, apparently unafraid. Maybe he'll go find Hannah.]

Event Log: Dreamwalker

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