OPT-OUT EVENT LOG: DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

[asgardmods]

Who: EVERYONE that stayed in Asgard
What: the Dream a Little Dream mingle log
When: Day 515 ( Sept. 25/26 )
Where: all across the city!
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

Day 515 ( Sept. 25/26 )

Progress through the ice blockade will be slow and narrow, as they can't possibly hope to clear the entirety of the forest that has been buried under Thiazi's black ice. Now that they know the source of her magic's corruption, it might not come as a great surprise when cracking open the ice unleashes a strange burst of magic.

At the halfway point between Utgard and Asgard, a pulse of energy will move through the entire city, immediately putting every mortal it touches to sleep. This part of the curse is mandatory and your character must fall asleep; the dream effects of it are not mandatory, and can be played with at your discretion. During this first wave, Travellers will be granted a brief dream - that does not belong to them. They will see, from the dreamer's point of view, every hope and goal and aspiration that the dreamer wishes to complete before the end of days. Whether it's simply confessing their love to an old friend or saving their home planet or perfecting an Asgardian pie, your character will see someone else's ideal resolution before Ragnarok. More on plotting this below!

Upon waking, the Travellers will be plagued with the indistinct whispering of several voices overlapping one another and a slight headache. Both symptoms will gradually increase over time until it reaches incapacitating pain and nausea. The only way to assuage the symptoms is to find the owner of the dream and either maintain physical contact for an hour or discuss the subject of the dream until a full confession has been made. After that, the symptoms will fade and the Travellers will be free to carry on with their day.

There will be other pulses of magic at random throughout the day; these are not mandatory and you can feel free to have your character experience as many or as few dreams as you wish. All dream-sharing will cease by the end of the day, as the blockade progresses past that centre-point of magic.

[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for the Dream a Little Dream opt-out event! Random pairings have already been sent out, but you guys can still feel free to plot with each and pair up anywhere you like. Please remember that these dreams are meant to be positive; details can be found here. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the time and location in the title of your comment. Let us know if you have any questions! ]

Comments

[thralls]

[Athelstan doesn't respond to her first comment, taking the words into consideration and thinking of his nightmares- how he wouldn't like to share them with anyone, how invasive that must feel. Still though, at her question, he takes a moment to reflect on the dream, watching her nervous fingers wrap over themselves.

She sought him out because she must have dreamed of him. It's only logical then, that he dreamed of-

-the devil came to Adam as a serpent. He wears many skins, changing through them to whatever suits him most, whatever allows him the most advantage in manipulating the people of earth. Athelstan's stomach churns when he realizes the extent of her dream, of what it meant, of what that makes her, and he takes a small step back, his eyes slipping shut.

He's turned from too many friends. Did he not think that Ragnar was the devil incarnate, when they first met? Did he not think that Ragnar would have set fire to the sea and spew a forked tongue at him? And look- see where he is now, mutilated for his love of the northmen, embracing apostasy for them.]

...I saw the heart of a girl whom I care for a great deal. [A careful pause, and then-] I would apologize for my intrusion, but I don't think I had a choice in the matter.

[hollowchild]

[that doesn't clarify enough what he saw--sophie is several times over an abomination in certain eyes--but it's enough to let her know that whatever it was, it wasn't the worst of it. not by far.]

It is hardly your fault, and I could say the same of myself.

[she takes a deep breath, and her fingers twist further, knuckles whitening beneath the pressure of her own hands. sophie would like to believe who she is to be more significant than what she is, but she knows it isn't really true.]

Where I am from, magic is not, by nature, at odds with God. It is simply a force that exists, and can be shaped by Man's will. My father is a powerful sorcerer, but he serves a Christian king, and we are all appropriately God-fearing children. My nature is strange, but not evil.

[sophie can't be evil. to be corrupted, one requires a soul to corrupt.]

[thralls]

[Athelstan's eyes lower at that and he nods, hesitant to believe her but doing it without a second thought- something which startles him, but... he's been through enough to see for himself what is evil and what is not, even if he doesn't want to believe it most of the time.]

I understand.

[There's a pause, and then-] -you were flying, I suppose. Odin allowed you to stay in this world and you did so happily.

[hollowchild]

[she nods. she's not sure he does, entirely, but the fact that he isn't leaving is going to have to be good enough.]

I would stay, if I could. Everything good is here.

[she smiles a little, looking at the ring around his wrist. then she looks closer, carefully taking his arm and lifting it to look.]

This isn't the one you were wearing in the dream.

[thralls]

[Athelstan follows her gaze to his wrist, his hand tightening slightly when she lifts his arm- the wound on his palm is just a scar now, indented into the back of his hand with a shining pink mark.]

I don't know what I dreamed, Sophia.

[hollowchild]

The ring had...dragon's heads, perhaps?

[she gives him a little smile.]

You dreamed...peace, I suppose. Healing.

[her fingers brush over the scar, delicate and reverent.]

Where it was both, not one or the other.

[thralls]

-oh.

[He doesn't know what to say to that, face turning away slightly to look at the floor, not entirely sure of how to parse it. Dragon heads- Ragnar's ring. Both, not one or the other.

The impossibility of such a thing makes it bittersweet, the hope that surges in his chest immediately crushed by the reality of the world. Athelstan's hand draws tight, not pulling away from her touches, but tensing in a way that denotes at least a bit of the inner conflict.]

Ragnar's arm ring has dragons on it. The night before he sailed for Lindisfarne, I saw dragons in the clouds. [He doesn't really know why he's saying this, but- it keeps him distracted. Helps, a little.] I thought it was the symbol of a demon, that he had come as God's vengeance upon the sinners of the world.

[His eyes flutter shut for half a heartbeat.]

He laughed when I told him that.

[hollowchild]

[sophie understands. it's a good dream, just like her dream was, but impossibility can't help but sting. even if sophie doesn't see it as so impossible to find balance between the christian god and the asgardian pantheon, it's clear athelstan does. she threads her fingers through his, holding his hand. somehow it eases the throbbing in her head.]

It can mean many things, to be a dragon. A vengeful demon he was not, but from what you have told me, he's certainly a powerful warrior, and a cunning one.