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.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
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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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[What the hell; the blaster slams into the wall and there goes his only weapon, but at least this guy stopped whatever he was doing to Maketh. Chris wants to go over to her and see if she's alright, but then the Inquisitor is talking to him again and coming toward him and he backs away on reflex and tries to stay calm.]

I-I... I-I don't...

[Whatever he thought would happen it definitely isn't this, and he doesn't know what to say. He's not really sure there's anything he can say that's going to help get them out of this.]

[Maketh pushes herself up to her knees, wheezing. At least he didn't crush her throat, he didn't kill her outright. That means he's either bored or intends to say something. She knew the Inquisitor once, foolishly thought him an ally. It was never true. But she can still read his face just a little, enough to know he's smiling as he stares at Chris - shark-tooth grin widening with every step.]

You've come to strange company, Minister Tua.

[He turns back to grin at her - or sneer, it's hard to tell this time. Either way he pulls his saber from his back and--

No. Oh, nononono.]

No!

[It comes out in a wheeze. Maketh pushes herself all the way up, swaying, and tries to stand at attention.] I--I order you to stand down!

[Her only answer is the hum as his saber activates, gleaming red.]

[Chris feels his back hit the wall of the room, and part of him wants to just slide down the wall to the floor and cower and hope that maybe some miracle will happen instead of what his sense of impending dread is telling him. But that would be giving up and he can't do that while there's still a chance, especially when Maketh's life is on the line here too.

His gaze flickers to Maketh as she's moving--at least she's still alive--but quickly looks back at the Inquisitor again as he pulls... Something from behind his back, and then Maketh stands up and says something and the Inquisitor--

What is that? A weapon, doubtlessly, and really does anything else matter? Chris tries to back up further but can't, just pressing up against the wall as much as possible, mind racing for an idea of what to do.]

L-Look, I know I shouldn't be here, b-but I can just... L-Leave. M-Maketh too, and w-we'll just...

[Just what? Even he doesn't know what he's saying, and he knows it's pointless; he'd just resort to begging if he thought it would do any good. But on the mountain he'd begged for his life, for his friends' lives, and it had just been ignored; Josh had been the one behind everything but the wendigos there, and if someone who had been his closest friend for ten years hadn't been swayed then he doesn't think for a moment the Inquisitor would care.]

[The Inquisitor brings his saber up. Maketh shudders. He can't possibly be saluting Chris, can he? It's a sign of respect reserved only for a few; masters of the Force, proper enemies, or high ranking officers. None of those things should apply here.]

We'll meet again, Minister.

[Then he turns and puts the saber through her chest.

Maketh looks down, surprised, and wonders at the lack of pain. Then she falls.]

[He's expecting, when the Inquisitor lifts his sabre, for him to attack him next, so he tenses and just waits for it to happen. But then the Inquisitor turns and Chris realizes what he's about to do a moment too late, but it's not as though he could've stopped him anyway.]

Maketh! O-Oh, god...

[He's so sorry, this is all his fault, he should've just left her alone and let her complete the test and none of this would've happened; there's nothing he can do to help her--is she even still alive?-- and so he doesn't move from where he is, vision blurring with tears and just waiting for his turn.]

[Maketh feels the world tilt as she falls, everything going sideways. The Inquisitor turns toward Chris now, saber raised, and--

And she wakes up, clutching at her chest and yelling at the walls.]

Event Log: Dreamwalker

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