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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► 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.

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Maketh flinches at the sound. She can't help it, can't hide it in time.

This would be a horrible place to die.

She stands up as quickly as she can, trying to ignore the blood on her face. "Go where, Rey?"

It was a horrible place to die. Cold and alone and in total agony. Rey avoids looking at her own dead face and remembering those final moments, before moving to wade through the water. It rises up to their knees, and then to the waists by the time she is halfway down the metal hallway.

"Don't know," she confesses. "But anything is sure as hell better than staying in this sinking shithole."

The icy door isn't much farther away now...

The water is horribly cold and Maketh flinches every time something bumps against her in the dark. Bodies, she thinks. There are so many dead. A massacre.

It doesn't matter. They have to move on. Maketh shivers, pushing forward, and stays as close to Rey as she can. "I don't want to drown. Do you understand?"

Rey ought to. It's not so different from her previous request.

"No worries. I'm not going to let you drown."

They're not just words. It's a promise. One that she means to keep as she grabs hold of the valve over the door, twisting it and pulling it farther ajar.

It comes open. On the other side is snow, which would certainly explain the ice.

Feels like there is no end to this.

"...how is there snow?" Maketh wonders. Everything about this place is horrible and defies her logic. Nothing works as it ought to, and yet here they stand. Rey snapped the neck of a past life, Maketh applied bacta gel to this one's weeping cuts, and they're wet with sea water and the blood of dead men.

This place shouldn't be possible.

How is there anything in this place? It's not as if dreams work like they do in reality, and Rey is pretty certain that that's what this is. Much of her cognizant thinking is returning to whisper some sense into her.

Even stranger is that it's damned ice cold. Their legs are soaked and Rey isn't shivering or hypothermic.

Currently there isn't much to go off on to determine where they were. Rey steps forward, away from the ship door for just there in the middle of an icy, mountainous wasteland.

"Stay close if you get too cold." Rey says this because she isn't cold herself. Not when her body begins generating enough heat to melt the snow surrounding her feet.

Maketh rubs her hands together furiously. Unlike Rey, she's feeling the cold - enough that it hurts her joints and she's beginning to think back to her Academy lessons on hypothermia. But when she moves closer to Rey, the cold seems to shrink back.

The snow is melting around Rey's feet.

That--

Maketh just shakes her head. "I don't understand any of this."

The melting snow is about the least confounding thing to Rey. But then, being able to radiate heat and energy isn't anything new to her. It probably is to Maketh, though.

Her mind is a funny place like that. When she glances to the door they had come into this place from, it's gone. Still not too weird.

Dead grass appears from under the melted snow beneath Rey's bare feet. Eventually, she slows to a stop before an icy cliffside, overlooking miles upon miles of pure white under an overcast sky.

"Think I know where this is. I can remember it," Rey realizes, catching a glimpse of tiny dots moving along the stretch of land, lower along the mountain.

It looks like a patrol unit from a distance. Uniformed people matching across the treacherous landscape.

Now they're standing outside, not risking death in a doomed ship. Maketh pushes her bangs out of her face, frowning. She's seen snow before, of course, but this place is unfamiliar to her. The fact that she can see something approaching on the horizon is no comfort, though.

Maketh checks her belt again, just in case.

Still no weapons. Wonderful.

"Are we in danger?"

Her eyes narrow.

"Not from here, no."

She can't say the same for that unit. Because, just then, the land erupts. Snow plumes outward, as landmines activate, throwing those tiny bodies apart from one another. Spilling red across the white.

Despite the abruptness of the event, Rey doesn't even flinch.

Event Log: Dreamwalker

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