OPT-OUT EVENT LOG: DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

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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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[tonsofpun]

Ellie picks at her fingernails, then slides the switchblade out of her pocket, turning it over in her fingers. It's old but well-made, polished by countless time in her hand. The blade shows no hint of rust.

Gently, she hands it over to Tris. It will come into play soon.

"I still don't know anything about my dad," she begins. "I didn't know about my mom, either, not until I was thirteen."

Ellie doesn't sound sad, or the distant type of tired she gets when it's all too much. This sounds thoughtful, a little wistful.

"I don't know how I got dropped off, or how old I was. Not having parents is pretty normal. I got passed around from school to school. ... and then I met Marlene."

She shrugs a little. "It was the first night after I met Riley. We snuck out of the school and got attacked by some Infected. The Fireflies saved our asses. ... and then they bagged us, until Marlene recognized me."

Ellie takes a very deep breath, lets it go. There's still a lot she doesn't understand. "I'd never seen her before. But she knew all about me, like she'd been checking up on my records. She took us back to the school. And then she gave me a letter. And the knife." She nods at the switchblade in Tris's hands.

"... that's when she told me my mom's name was Anna."

Carefully, she opens her backpack and takes out a small, folded, ancient bit of notebook paper. It's water-damaged and bloodstained, but she's always kept it close. She hands it over.

"She died right after I was born."

[wasbrave]

Tris handles the knife and the letter with great care. She doesn't know what it's like to grow up without a family, nor can she really imagine it. Losing your family and never having one in the first place, she feels, are very different things.

She hands the knife back so that she can unfold the letter with both hands, smoothing it over like a very precious thing - because it is. Having something personal to hold on to after someone passes always is. She reads it quietly, turning it over for the last lines. Folding it back up and handing it back to Ellie, she looks solemn.

"Did she ever tell you anything else? Marlene, I mean."

[tonsofpun]

Ellie takes the letter back, holding it carefully in her fingertips. Tris is only the second person she's ever shown. Harry was the first -- and only because they'd been through something so similar, grown up without knowing.

She puts it away, then shrugs, picking at a leaf.

"She told Riley more than she ever told me. ... Riley says that she used to be a nurse, before the Infection hit. And I guess they argued a lot -- and that I remind Marlene of my mom."

[wasbrave]

Looking over at Ellie, she wonders what her mother was like. What she looked like. If she might see a resemblance.

"She must've been really tough."

The woman who gave birth to Ellie would have had to be. Even just from the letter, she's sure of that much.

[tonsofpun]

"I like to think so."

A moment later, she realizes that that was probably meant as a compliment, and she gives Tris a startled grin.

[wasbrave]

Tris grins back, before looking back down through the branches. There's so much talk about mothers, and nothing else she really wants to ask anymore. But maybe staying up here a while longer wouldn't be so bad.