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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[ ...The avalanche? There was no dream of an avalanche, but then it makes some sort of sense—it would explain the snow, and the fact that Cecily is so utterly alone. Her momentary confusion may be evident, but she quickly shakes her head. ]

I-I don't kn-know. Lu-Lucky? [ But luck runs out, and in this cold, they're bound to freeze before they find shelter. ]

If that's an old camp, then tha-that would mean pe-people. [ Even if the people are gone, that means people ahead. Maybe. Hopefully. ]

[ Since Cecily herself had been saved by luck, she thinks, the Inquisitor doesn't question it. She bobs her head in a nod of understanding as they continue on, not able to move particularly well through the weather. ]

They'll be moving faster. [ She mutters, not exactly optimistic. ] They... should be looking, but...

[ No, part of her nightmare tells her. They're alone. She's alone, even with Sharon there. ]

D-Do you have any... supplies? [ She asks, still shivering violently, thinking of a flint or anything with which to start a fire. Then they can worry about food and water. ]

[ The question leads her to use the arm not wrapped around Cecily to pat down her clothes—nothing but the clothes on her back, and those were thin enough to handle the lack of weather within a cave city, not a snowstorm. She shakes her head sadly, but...

If they can find shelter, or... or something, maybe she can... ]

I can make f-fire? M-Ma-Magic. [ But she fears in this wind, it would flutter out before she got it big enough. ]

You can? [ This seems to be a surprise to the Inquisitor, whose brows flit toward confusion, chattering teeth almost spurred on by the idea of warmth. ] That... m-might save our lives, if you can... manage it.

[ Maker, at least it would keep them from immediately succumbing to exposure. ]

[ They could give up right here, let the cold pull them into a dreamless sleep that lasts for an eternity, but these two women are remarkably stubborn—fighters even in the face of absolute hopelessness (that camp isn't far now but it's embers have long been covered in heaps of snow). She swallows, mouth far drier than she thought it could be in the middle of a storm of frozen fucking water; those thoughts are deadly.

She turns their backs to the wind, creating a wall between her open palm before them and the whipping wind behind. It's hard to concentrate, much harder than it'd been when Adam had been guiding her to her abilities, but after a moment of nothing but flickers, a flame bursts to life; it's small, but surprisingly hot.

Sharon holds it closer to their bodies, trying to will it to grow, but it remains small. ]

I can't... [ It's not going to get any bigger. ]

It's all right. Thank you. [ She's quick to say, huddling close as they approach the buried camp. It's all but useless, though Sharon has certainly saved them with her abilities. Cecily's breath is obvious in the air, particularly with the flames held between them. ] Without this...

[ Well, she knows. They both do. ]

Not much an archer can do to help here. [ Cecily says dryly, thinking of her own, limited abilities, of how they'd be of no aid in a blizzard (and aren't). ] I'm sorry. I feel bloody useless.

[ As it looks, they're likely to die even with this small bit of flame. The cold will kill them, if not now, later. Sharon knows that. ]

Hey, in any other situation, I'd be useless, so... [ She shrugs. This is the least she can do. She's not fighter, a healer, not great in social situations, and has a temper that gets her in way more trouble than she should let it. If she were a real member of the Inquisition, instead of Cecily under the dream belief, Sharon is fairly certain it would fall the moment she ever opened her mouth. ]

As it is, we'll probably... [ There's likely no surviving this, not as the storm continues on, and the temperature continues to drop. Sharon read a book in high school about a pair of kids that got caught in a snow storm, and after hours of huddling, they'd attempted to trek back home only to fall into a sleep they'd never wake from. That's what the cold does to people, and Sharon can already feel exhaustion in her bones. ]

You wouldn't be. [ Cecily says, and though it's quiet, it's insistent. ] You're stronger than you know.

[ She doesn't have to see Sharon's abilities to know that. The woman is a force of nature by her will alone. ]

If we die, we'll do it trying to live. [ The Inquisitor says firmly, still walking, ignoring the burnt-out campsite. Sharon's small fire won't save them, true, but it may give them the tiny bit of extra time they need to find the others from Haven. If not... they'll be together. They'll have done all they can.

Not a minute later, though, the scene shifts a little. Dawn breaks too quickly over the mountains. The sun begins to rise at an astounding rate, slowing to a more natural stop just as it peaks over the horizon. Cecily stumbles, bewildered, and once they step through a nearby pass, the outline of a castle, a mountain fortress, appears in front of them. ]

Sharon--

[ It's like a movie that skips to the end. From near defeat, near death, to the rising sun that instills a new sort of hope and vigor, washing away pieces of exhaustion. It feels now as if the credits should roll. ]

Cecily. [ Relief. And then she wakes, in her own bed. It takes most of the day for the dream to return to her in bits and pieces, but as it does she feels she has a better understanding of her friend, and where she came from and what she's survived. ]

Event Log: Dreamwalker

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