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

[unfollowing]

'A wendigo.'

[He goes for the gun as soon as Nick says she isn't going to grab it. Emily just barely manages to shove him back.]

Their bites aren't infectious, you fucking moron!

'Are you sure?'

Yes!

'You're lying. You're gonna kill us all!'

[This time, he pushes her when he lunges for the gun, hard enough that Emily falls on her hip. When she looks up, she's staring right at that gun again, and fear overpowers the anger in her veins.]

Mike, please!

[bekommen]

[Wait - Nick knows the answer to this - the way you turn into a wendigo isn't by being bitten.]

Hey! Asshole.

[She almost can't believe she's sticking up for Emily, but this guy is dead wrong. Nick walks right up to him and gives him a hard shove.]

She isn't fucking lying, OK? The only way you turn into a wendigo is by eating other people. And let's be real, does she look like she eats anything?

[unfollowing]

[Mike glares at Nick once he regains his balance, pointing the gun at her.] 'How do you know that? Who the hell are you, anyway? You have no idea what we've been through thanks to those fucks! I'm not letting anyone else get killed.'

She's not one either, idiot! She may be a piece of shit, but that's not grounds to fucking murder her! [Which is the only reason Emily is stepping in, and why she's even angrier when Mike points the gun at her again. No good deed goes unpunised, goddamn!

Jessica starts laughing again, coming up behind Mike, peering at Emily over his shoulder.] "What a stupid bitch. I can't believe someone's standing up for you. She must not know you're a cold-blooded skank."

Which is it, Jess? Am I a whore or a frigid bitch?

'Neither.' [Mike narrows his eyes, refining his aim.] 'You're a monster, or you're dead. Your choice.'

[bekommen]

I know exactly what you've been through. Chris told me, and - I've been through it too, OK? Jesus.

[Nick is less concerned about having the gun pointed at her, sensing distantly - or remembering? - that she's been shot before, and it didn't kill her.

This blonde girl - Jess? - is pulling every last shred of Nick's patience to pieces. She manages to bite back the stinging barb she wants to say, though, because what Mike says is far sharper: Monster.]

You don't know the first thing about what makes someone a monster, asshole. You people are supposed to be her friends? You're the worst fucking friends I've ever seen.

[unfollowing]

'Yeah, right.'

[Emily barely hears Mike's dismissive, half-assed response because she's too busy being floored by the fact that this racist bitch actually gets it. How fucked up it is that she's being held at gunpoint by her ex-boyfriend, and that Jess is all but cheering him on. It makes her remember that this is a dream, and that she doesn't need to be afraid of getting shot, or of whatever this Jessica might say to her.

Giving a nasty grin, Emily stands taller and holds out her arms.]

Then shoot me, if you really believe I'm a monster. You won't, though, will you, you piece of shit? Don't you want to play hero? Come on, do it and tell everyone I made you do it. Blame me, like everybody does for everything!

[Mike doesn't budge, just keeps staring at her. Behind him, Jessica laughs.

Faster than Nick can blink, Mike turns and points the gun at her. The dream seems to tell her that Mike is pulling the trigger slowly, slowly--

The dream ends with the sound of the gun going off.

Emily's eyes fly wide open, and she lies still, breathing slow and shaky as she wakes fully from what she saw.]