asgardmeridiem | OPT-OUT EVENT LOG: DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

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OPT-OUT EVENT LOG: DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

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! ]

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"It may very well have been," she responded. She swallowed hard, closing her eyes again. "I do hope I'll get to see them again. I'm afraid I'm rather... troubled by the knowledge that I may never see them again." Death was an all-too-common ending to a soldier's career, after all.

"Pshh, you can't call that 'knowledge', can you? That's just you guessing." He hazarded a wink. His head already felt like it was clearing, although maybe that was his imagination.

Maribelle smiled at him, relief and gratitude on her face. "That is, without a doubt, the loveliest insult I have ever been given." She laughed a little, then, and it was as though a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders.

And then she remembered that she had something to tell him - and not a good something, at that. "Yosuke, I must confess, I'm glad you contacted me. I have something to tell you."

He'd just begun to grin back - ha ha, he'd guessed right! - but some off note in her tone of voice was enough to jolt him back out of his improving mood. "Huh?" he said, accentuating his own eloquence by blinking dumbly. "... Is it about tonight after all? You don't have to try and make me feel better first or anything."

Oh, dear. He'd taken it wrong, hadn't he? Hurriedly, she shook her head at him. "Oh, no! Goodness, no. It is simply - I struck my head earlier. I'm fine, now, but..." Gracious, however could she put this? "Tohru found me bleeding."

Well, that was a start, at least.

Edited 2014-10-04 23:26 (UTC)

Yosuke stared at her, his expression freezing almost perfectly in place. Okay, scratch that. This was what a buzzkill felt like.

"'Found' you," he said flatly, once he'd sucked down enough of his sudden urge to hurl. It wasn't much of a question.

"Yes," she responded. "I awoke to him tending to my injury." She frowned, shaking her head a little. "I fainted when the first wave hit, and He had to help me inside." And now what to say? How did she even bring this up? It wasn't as though she had invited it - most certainly not! - but she was uneasy, nonetheless.

"Okay..." She didn't sound half as awkward as Yosuke felt. To give his hands something better to do than the first idea that popped into his head, he crossed his arms, leaning back from the screen a little. "Probably couldn't pull anything once you'd already seen him. So why tell me? We're not his babysitters." No matter how often he seemed to feel that way.

He didn't "pull" anything, she wanted to say. But then, there was some undeniable tension between them, and she still wasn't certain as to who she could believe. On the one hand, Yosuke and Souji had been quite passionate on the matter (and so had Ellie, in fact). On the other, Adachi had given her no sign whatsoever of there being anything wrong - and he had saved her life, besides. Surely if he were to do something horrid, he would have by now.

"I tell you this because..." Maribelle took a deep breath, gathering herself. "Because he told me he did not wish for me to see you. And when I asked him why, he... embraced me." Her face was bright red, by now, and she couldn't quite meet his eyes. She had, of course, told him in her own way that it was none of his business - but then, why had he done such a thing, really?

"... Out of nowhere!?"

Oh. Oh. ...Ewww. That wasn't right. That wasn't right on so very many levels, even if Yosuke only owed the visceral disgust tugging at the corner of his mouth to one of the most obvious.

"Look," he said sharply, ignoring her clear discomfort, "you can't tell me you're going to listen to a creep like that, are you? I don't even know how old he is, for crying out loud!"

And more to the point, how could she listen to a creep like that over him?

Maribelle stared at Yosuke at his outburst, shock and what looked suspiciously like a mixture of hurt and anger in her eyes. "Excuse me," she said, keeping her voice dangerously steady, "but did you just ignore what happened in favor of making a poor attempt at defending yourself?" Really, did he have to say that right away?

A huff, and she continued, a glare of disapproval clear on her face. "I never said I was believing him over you, Yosuke. I told him - politely, of course - that his comments were unwarranted. He left after he embraced me." She had neither seen nor heard from him again today - and frankly, she wasn't sure what to make of everything.

"Of course he did!" Yosuke snapped. He didn't notice the moment his hands dropped back down to his side, but now he spread both of them. He had nothing to hide, he wasn't that sicko - why couldn't she understand? "That's what I was saying! He knows it's frickin' messed up to try and, and come onto you, even if you don't! And I don't know what the hell he thinks he can get out of it, but you can't give it to him, okay!? I just..."

He swallowed, falling abruptly silent. Dammit, he should have thought about the phrasing a bit before going off like that. But some things are important.

For a few long minutes, there was nothing but dead silence, hurt and anger plain on Maribelle's face. Finally, she glared at Yosuke, and while her voice certainly sounded calm, it had a cold fury to it that she'd previously had yet to speak with in Asgard. "Is that the sort of girl you think I am?" she asked him, her eyes narrowing dangerously. While she considered Adachi a friend, she was seeing Yosuke (though possibly not for much longer, considering his actions and attitude) - and besides that, she knew Adachi already had someone, even if he had disregarded that.

"Is that truly what you are most concerned with? Because, Yosuke, I am a lady, and a lady conducts herself with grace, no matter the circumstances. You, meanwhile, are currently conducting yourself in a most unbecoming fashion. And if that is truly how you are going to act, then perhaps we oughtn't see each other in this manner."

Edited 2014-10-06 14:53 (UTC)

It was Yosuke's turn to look like he'd been stung. "No, I..." he started to stammer, but lapsed into silence again.

Was this how it was always going to go? There'd be something on the horizon, something coming his way, something that promised a change - and then he'd say the wrong thing or look away at the wrong moment, and it'd be like it was never there. Maybe he'd just been wrong from the start. Who would want to get to know the real him, apart from the people he already owed everything? The real him, who could drag them down to his level with a smile, who could run as fast as he wanted without getting any further away from the whiny kid in the TV.

Just the real him. Never some vigilante, some warrior of justice or anything like that. Sure, it hurt to have the past so rudely dumped back into his here and now, all these months later. It hurt like hell for that horrible ghost to call him out personally, like his friends were already out of the picture, like he was alone. It meant he couldn't even convincingly pretend this was none of his business. That was why he'd thought he couldn't just stay quiet, either...

That was why the future was about to leave him behind, too. Except - he could change. He'd promised to change. And here he was.

He dipped into a bow. His heart already felt heavy, so he figured he might as well.

"I'm sorry. ...I'll apologise as much as you want. Lately, whenever he comes up, I just stop thinking, but that's no way to solve anything."

Nervously, still clasping his hands together, he looked back up.

"So, um... whatever else you wanna say, you can let me have it, but... either way, can you do me a favour?"

"Well?!" Maribelle had little enough patience left as it was, and Yosuke was gearing up with what sounded suspiciously like an excuse. But then he bowed, and she heard the sincerity in his voice - and while she was certainly still upset, she couldn't quite bring herself to be as angry as she had been only moments ago.

"Perhaps," she told him, her tone softer and more gentle than it had been, but not by much, "you ought to practice thinking before you speak, Yosuke. I came to you with what happened, despite worrying over what you might think - and you proved my unease to be accurate." But she sighed, and nodded wearily at him. "What is it, then?"

If it were yet another tirade regarding Adachi and how she shouldn't hang around with him, she was going to seriously consider slapping him.

Yosuke let his hands fall back to his side, and let a breath out with them. Maybe that would turn out to be premature - she still seemed to think he'd intended that outburst to be about her, although like hell he was going to press the point - but at least she looked marginally less likely to storm off now. "Well," he admitted, "it's... more like a deal."

He shifted uneasily, his gaze wandering off to his side. Look at that, practising already.

"...I'm always running away. I think - I don't like it, but I think just this once, I better work this out with him. It... seems more like a Souji thing, but if I don't, I'm just gonna keep on getting wound up, you know? And I don't like that either. Going off on you and Souji and everyone else won't stop him from doing whatever he wants."

His voice had dropped lower than most of the times she'd heard it before, and not just because he wasn't smiling.

"So... I won't ask about him for now. But until I do, or until he freaks you out again, tries anything - can you just not talk about him? Let me do it in my own time. I won't just put it off... I want to give it a try."

She sighed, rather dramatically pressing a hand to her temple - really, her headache was bad enough as it was without this adding to it. "Very well," she told him at last. "However, if you say you will not ask about him, I intend to hold you to that." Things were confusing enough as they were, without Yosuke adding to the mix.

"I do believe that is the smartest thing you have said to me yet," she continued, and it almost sounded like a compliment. "Running won't solve anything, nor will exploding mindlessly at people who wish to confide in you." Perhaps he could take this as an opportunity to grow - and far be it from her to deny him that. She knew that she had some growing up to do, herself... even if she wasn't about to admit it.

"Well, you could say it a little gentler..." He managed something approaching his usual self-deprecating smile. "But thanks, man."

And that, he told himself, was that. It had to be. No more spinning his wheels - unlike all those other times.

Sucking his cheek in for a moment, he added, "Soooo - about six o'clock?"

"If I were more 'gentle' about it, Yosuke, I very much suspect that I would not be able to make my point nearly so well." But she nodded at his thanks - and although she was still upset, at least he'd admitted he was at fault. It was a start.

She huffed to herself at his question, frowning again. "... I suppose I'll allow you a chance to make it up to me," she said, at last, with a sigh. Of course, if he decided to be rude again, there was no telling what would happen, only that it would be thoroughly unpleasant for the boy.

Edited 2014-10-06 23:21 (UTC)

"Awesome!" It was just as well she was on the other side of a bracelet screen across the city, because the waves of relief flooding off Yosuke might have knocked her out again. They definitely put the lie to the cheerful note that had returned to his voice, but he wasn't about to press that point either. "Then I'll talk to you later, haha."

Ending the video call with a flick of his finger, he at last allowed himself to breathe normally. Yeah, taking a long walk with his music player on shuffle before he went to pick her up sounded super appealing right now.

Maribelle spent most of her time resting, aside from taking a nice, long bath. Luckily, no dreams plagued her during that time, so when six o'clock rolled around, she was waiting in the lounging area of the apartments, her hair perfectly coiffed as always. She'd picked out a pretty dress for the occasion, one she'd found hanging in her closet, and she irritably smoothed out nonexistent wrinkles as she waited for Yosuke.

She just hoped he wouldn't be insensitive again. This day had gone wretchedly enough already.

For what it was worth, by the time Yosuke had cooled off enough to change his jacket and make his way to the Freya welcome hall, Adachi was the last thing on his mind. The bigger priority now was not to screw up more than he already had. Easier said than done, yeah - but he had some experience talking down angry shoppers and part-timers back home, didn't he? He might not be anyone special, but he could get through this.

...Er, not that customer service was a great guideline for how to handle a girl in this sense. On the other hand, it was something, and he didn't have a better one yet. All he could do for now was make sure his smile was appropriately self-effacing and non-threatening before walking up to her.

"Hey there! I... whoa." And then, despite his efforts, he found himself stopping in his tracks anyway. "Oh man, you're really something..."

Maribelle found herself blushing at the compliment, and she smiled at Yosuke, despite her earlier irritation. "Oh, my," she giggled, lowering her eyes for a moment, "thank you." She stood up, making her way to him, and looked him over. "You're looking rather handsome, yourself."Granted, Yosuke had always been good-looking, in her opinion - but it looked as if he'd actually made the effort to clean himself up, which was nice.

"I assume you have something planned for tonight?" And hopefully, neither of them would pass out during it.

If Maribelle was hoping to deflect Yosuke's attention from her telltale blush, she was in luck, because the shade of red that immediately flooded into his own face made hers look positively ghostly. He opened his mouth to at least stammer something in reply, managed a feeble gurgle, and looked away, feeling that same heat rise to the top of his head. Ugh, look at him: on the verge of a heart attack already, and he hadn't even taken her anywhere yet!

Awkwardly, he fidgeted with the collar of his jacket, pulling his headphones a bit further down. He hadn't meant to clean up, he'd just thrown this one on to make a change from the one that had been kissing the pavement for far more of today than he was proud of... okay, and maybe a little so he wouldn't accidentally remind himself of his flub earlier.

"...Yeah!" he said, finally. "Yeah, tonight." He cleared his throat, hoping it would clear out enough of these butterflies for him to regain his ability to speak in sentences. "You wanted to know what a movie is, right!?"

"I would, indeed. I know so very little about other worlds, Yosuke, and I would like to learn of yours." The little she knew about other worlds ranged from terrifying to fascinating - and sometimes, they were both at once. Besides, it helped her keep her mind off how very far she was from her own world, and that comforted her somewhat.

"And where are we going for this?" she inquired politely, idly twirling her parasol as she walked up to him. He hadn't told her, yet - not that she remembered, at least, for their earlier argument had pushed most of the details from her mind.

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