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

[feathery]

Yeah. I watched for a while.

[Just from a distance away. He might not know shit about the inner workings of the engineer group—doesn't care to know—but it's obvious to anyone who goes high enough.]

You guys laid out everyone in the fucking city. Maybe more.

[timaeus_testified]

We knew there would be risks. [He isn't dismissing the result. Hell no, this is on him and the engineering team. He leans forward, putting his hands on his thighs.] The unfortunate fact is we couldn't leave the ice there. Not after all the recent shit.

[The traitor. He isn't going to bring that up. For one, it makes him uncomfortable as hell the gods always shove the hardest decisions on the populace and tell them fuck all. Secondly, it's not what's bothering him.] Any idea how long you were out? I was out for a span of minutes, maybe more.

[feathery]

No idea. [Bullshit, but it isn't like there's a reason he should know without a clock in front of him.] Do you think it matters.

[He glances towards the street. There are more people out than usual.]

[timaeus_testified]

I don't know what might be relevant and what isn't. [He looks back towards the ice. Could this knock out be the prelude to something bigger? Baldr said he'd help but what if that isn't enough.]

I'd like it all to turn out fine but, [But it won't. His cynical mind dredges up horror scenarios based on what little data he has.] Baldr is supposedly purifying the corruption, this could be a side effect for all we know.

[feathery]

So it's business as usual. I'm not really seeing the big deal.

[Outside of the fact he can't focus and nearly killed himself a couple times misjudging jumps. If he weren't wearing a hoodie to combat the chillier weather, it'd be obvious he's picked up a long scrape on one forearm.]

There's literally nothing to do but wait.

[timaeus_testified]

I'm sick of waiting. [The words are out before Dirk has a chance to catch up with what he just said. All they had done in the session, no, all his group had done all their lives is wait like sacrifices on a chopping block. He scrubs at his face. He can't take it back now that it's out there.]

...Considering what that ice is made of, waiting is not the smartest move. [He can't keep the tiredness out of his voice. He might have let that slip but the fuck he's going to go slipping on every little thing. That's not how he has ever worked. He looks at his brother as he pushes his shades up.]

Gathering data now is more important than it has ever been before.

[feathery]

Fine. You want to collect data, be my guest.

[Davesprite looks over at Dirk for the first time since he sat down and, beneath the veneer of no fucks given, there's something sharp.]

But you know what, I'm done. I don't give a shit. I am more done than a goddamn steak on a cheap ass grill, or some burnt hotdogs left on the foil for too long so they popped and blistered. There's not a sauce around that can save this charbroiled brick of pure horseshit.

[He looks away, almost sullen, and then he stands up. The crows squawk.] I'm out.

[timaeus_testified]

[What the fuck? Dirk climbs to his feet and stares at his crowified brother. If he wanted out, fine. He wasn't going to push him. Yet...]

What the hell has gotten into you? Do you need to go a few rounds of strife or something?

[feathery]

[Davesprite looks at Dirk like he grew an extra head, but something about his posture gets a little more defensive.]

I don't want to strife with you.

[He sounds incredulous. Like what the actual fuck.]

[timaeus_testified]

Not answering the damn question here. I repeat, what has gotten into you? Was it the dreams? [Dirk raises an eyebrow. In the past they'd hashed things out over food or just chatted it up without much prompting. The fact he has to practically drag it out this time makes that anxiety and concern in his chest well back up.

Son of a fuck, this better not be more bullshit from the tree. He will set the damn thing on fire himself. This is not the time for stupid shenanigans.]

Come on, when have we ever not talked in this city? [He spreads his hands a bit, showing he has no plans to kick his brother in the head (though sometimes they both need it) and to try and soothe whatever feathers are being ruffled.]

[feathery]

You just fucking asked me if I wanted to strife with you. I answered the goddamn question.

[His feathers are up and hella ruffled and he's still staring at Dirk with that same look.

And then he just kind of laughs.]

I don't even fucking remember the last time I talked to you.

[timaeus_testified]

[Dirk sighs and shakes his head.] That's on me. I didn't take Roxy leaving all that fuckin well.

[If he wants to be honest with himself, 'taking it well' was so far from what he did. He buried himself in work to escape her being missing. There's just so many problems they solved and suddenly she was gone. It's very likely he will have to go back through the awkward phases of the talks they were going to have back home.]

I'm not excusing a damn thing about that. [He could say a lot of words but it all amounts to one thing.] Sorry. I fucked up.

[feathery]

[Davesprite doesn't move, hackles up and still defensive. A part of him wants to lash out and ignore reason; he knows he's never pulled this shit without intent. He's mad and he's lonely and not all of it has been self-inflicted.

Another part of him is just so fucking tired.

He deflates and folds back up on the roof, arms crossed and propped on his knees.]

Whatever. [It's quiet, but it's acknowledgment, even if he's not sure he's ready to fork over the forgiveness. Especially when he's not sure Dirk should have even apologized to him in the first place.]

[timaeus_testified]

[Something in his chest eases and he can't figure out what it is. The anxiety alone is still there rolling around like it isn't leaving any time soon. Dirk waits for the mental count of two before he sits down right beside his brother. An acknowledgement is something. He'll just work on not getting so buried in his own shit that he can't see what matters most.

At least...this is one thing he got to say sorry about. Every other thing he's done just... Dirk folds up, wrapping his arms around his legs as he stares out at the wrecked city. So much has to be done but he can't give a fuck right now. Not after that little moment.]

...Shit. I think everyone I've met over the course of my stay here that aren't from home are gone now. Except for Kaworu and Henry.

[feathery]

[Something in Davesprite's expression flickers and he makes a noncommittal sound.]

Yeah. Guess that happens.

[His tone isn't dismissive, but it's factual, and his eyes stay fixed on the cityscape. The crows strut a safe distance around them, silent, until one ruffles its feathers and caws. Davesprite sighs and tosses them the rest of the sandwich, effectively shattering the quiet with raucous avian squabbling.]

Hope you assholes are happy, that sandwich was fucking expensive. [They seem pretty happy.]

[timaeus_testified]

What was in it, anyway? [Dirk isn't bothered by his brother's tone. The fact people leave is something they can't change. Complaining about it isn't going to change what is. He rests his chin on his knees.

The idea of bringing up dreams and the like is far from his mind. He's thinking back on what Kirigiri said about risks.]

[feathery]

Uh. Sandwich stuff? Cheese, tomatoes, lettuce. I think some kind of pickled fish paste.

[Davesprite, that's gross.]

Not worth the price.

[timaeus_testified]

That sounds like a Norwegian sandwich. [He watches the birds wondering if they'll even like smoked herring paste. If that's what it is. He knows of at least two other types of fish paste.]

Considering the gods we're living with, probably shouldn't be surprised there might be an abundance of Norwegian cusine. [He stops himself from rambling before he can even start.]

Wait. Did you get two slices of bread or one? [Dirk hadn't been paying attention. His brother probably wasn't either. He shrugs and adds.]

Nevermind. Doesn't actually matter. Despite our naps, at least the ice will be out and we'll have a road to Utgard again.

[feathery]

[Davesprite just looks at Dirk as he starts to get all analytical about his sandwich's innards, before he turns away again.

(There were two slices of bread.)

He isn't talking to Jade. There's no reason for him to talk to Dirk. Not really.]

We still gotta ask to leave.

[He should leave.]

[timaeus_testified]

Would you rather be stuck in this city with no way out? [He wrinkles his brow and looks at Davesprite as if he's an interesting work of art.

Something is up and he doesn't like being in the dark. He also sees it isn't his place to talk about it given how things were earlier.]

[feathery]

Would it make a difference.

[It isn't completely without cynicism. But it's the kind of cynicism that comes with a certain amount of acceptance.]