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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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[When the first wave hits, down goes Pitch like a limp rag, face mashing into the pavement. It's not the first time he's been knocked out in the middle of the street. It's probably not going to be the last. And he dreams...]

[He catches on the second time he falls asleep and decides to spend the rest of the day in his room when not out 'confessing', so at least he has carpet to land on. What fun.]

Edited 2014-09-26 21:34 (UTC)

[A: a street somewhere in the middle of town]

The first thing Yosuke does on jolting awake is sit up so quickly he hits the back of his head on the wall he'd forgotten he was leaning against. The second thing he does is wince. But the third thing is the one he'd intended to do first: a convulsive grab for the collar of his shirt.

Nothing is draped around it except his ever-present headphones. He catches himself breathing a sigh of relief, and immediately wonders why.

Then he catches something else. Maybe the flash of colour is what he's looking for, maybe it's only a fluttering curtain or a trick of the light. Whatever it is, it's close enough to bring all the other colours from a moment ago rushing back. The pure black of space emptier than any night sky, the pinpoints of light that became white-hot streaks as they coursed past, the vibrant blue of... of...

Without thinking, let alone remembering what he was doing before he blacked out, Yosuke hops to his feet - but his impulsive cry of "Hey, wait...!" quickly tapers off into an awkward silence only a couple of steps after he starts to run. What is he doing, actually? And what's that he can hear? Is somebody watching?

[B: some other street, later]

The next pulse is just as much of a surprise as the first. If his mind wasn't a world away, Yosuke would consider this unfair. As is, its absence, a slippery smattering of autumn leaves underfoot and some unfortunate timing has left him more or less folded over the side of a large wheelbarrow.

It might take some careful manoeuvring to disentangle him from it without running one of his feet over. It might be more entertaining to wait and see.

The chubby-looking reinhare that had been fluttering alongside him until a minute ago alights on his shoulder, wrinkling its nose in disapproval.

[C: (initially?) closed to Maribelle]

But even Yosuke can learn to recognise a nuisance when it hits him - it just doesn't help him avoid them. For what feels like the millionth time, nursing a fresh bruise along his elbow, he groggily pushes himself upright. He's positive he recognised one or two of the details that time. If he doesn't want to give himself another splitting headache, all he has to do is...

...well, that's the problem.

He does reach for his bracelet at first, but hesitates, nervously glancing up and down the street in case anybody is paying attention. The other times all seemed to be coincidences, so... the same goes for this one, doesn't it? Coincidence, and nothing more.

Maribelle is resting in her bedroom with Lissa, having just gotten finished with nursing a headache, when she saw her bracelet flashing a bit. It took her a few moments to answer, given that she was still feeling rather groggy from the last time she fell asleep.

"Yes?"

Ril is outside, walking the park near the lake and taking in the relatively fresh air after spending most of the night working on stabilizing a patient at the hospital, when the pulse of energy hits. It reminds her of unpleasant things for a moment as she collapses into a dream. Her own is a jumble of images, a stream of dreams.

I.

The sunlight dazzles her and she squints as a voice sounds. She shades her eyes and turns to find her Doctor there, golden curls ablaze, a smile to rival the sun on his face. Ril moves forward, and there's a flash of blue coat in her arms as she swings it toward him. Her momentum carries her into him and there is nothing but joy and light.

II.

"I found her, Doctor! I found Charley," she cries, her arm looped through the blonde woman's arm and her other around her waist. Charley laughs as Ril lets go and sends her toward the Eighth Doctor as he swings around. If there is nothing Ril wants more for him, it's to find his Charley, to give him what he truly wants. She watches them and smiles as she closes her eyes.

III.

The sound of the waves is loud as she opens her eyes, warm and comfortable. She recognize's the Fourth doctor's coat around her, a bit of his scarf, too, as she shifts. He is asleep, whatever dreams that play are pleasant, at least, as there's the lightest of smiles across his lips. His hat has fallen off and she reaches for it carefully. He stirs as she snags the brim and mumbles something indistinctly.

"Shh, tall man," she murmurs. "I have found your hat, sleep more." Ril gently replaces his hat to shade his eyes, and places a careful kiss against his cheek before curling up against him. There's a second more of mumbling, but he settles and she is content to half doze against him.

IV

In front of her is Antedis as it once was many ages ago, the blue and gold tipped grasses high. Her fingers brush out and send bright bits of light scattering into the cool air as a lazy skyspinner twists through the air. She can hear birds, not the davit birds of the new era, but bright, clear melodies, complex and interweaving. The glow of her wings as she spreads them is bright, and she stands on a hill overlooking the city below, with its gleaming crystalline spires that stretch high above the massive forests that her folk call her home. Ril turns to an indistinct shape beside her with a hum.

"This time, it will be different."

Edited 2014-09-27 00:11 (UTC)

[A, Closed to Adachi]

[Maribelle had just been heading out to train when the first wave struck, and she fell back, striking her head on the ground. She's uncertain as to what she sees, but it's certainly not hers. When the dream is over, she remains unconscious for a little, mostly due to the sickening crack her head had made on the pavement. IT's nothing life-threatening, thankfully, but there does seem to be a risk for exacerbating it.]

[Open]

[This time, she knows better. She sits in what passes for the common area of Freya, stubbornly refusing to stand up, lest she suffer another blow to her head and her ego.]

Edited 2014-09-27 00:16 (UTC)

[It was all falling apart. You know it, and you know there isn't a damn thing you can do about it.]

[Even still, you run through the hospital, your heart pounding as you go. You're tense, though not over the weird surroundings -- which looked nothing like a hospital. Hospitals were not made of staircases that twisted and turned on themselves, nor populated by nurses that had eyes like a photographic lenses. Physics itself seemed to be broken, as random objects would just randomly fly off into no where, for no reason other than it just felt like it. You don't know why it's this way, and you don't care either; your destination is finally in sight.]

[It was just a door, like any other door, but unlike the surroundings which are bleak and a haze of red and black, this door is bright and cheerful. Your hand reaches out, shoving the door aside, and inside is as normal of a hospital room as you would expect. The surroundings are as bright and cheerful as the door itself, and there are two people inside you know very well. The older man -- your mentor, partner, friend; things you would never say to his face -- has his little daughter -- sweet, precious, adorable; things everyone else says, so you never felt the need to say it yourself -- in the hospital bed with him. He's hugging her and laughing with her, like the world isn't falling apart, but that's okay. They're supposed to be happy, even when you're not.]

[He looks up at you then, a curious look on his face, and his daughter twists around on his lap, her expression brightening at the sight of you.]

Hn...? What do you look so out of breath for?

[You don't say anything, but you do step forward... before bowing humbly. You speak, and although no sound comes out, you know what you said:]

I'm sorry.

[There is an awkward pause, before the older man finally chuckled. You peek up at him, just in time to see his fist come thumping on top of your head.]

You idiot. You think I don't know that already?

[His daughter giggled, mimicking the action from her father, though it didn't hurt nearly as much. You stand upright, and your vision is blurry, but you don't care. Nothing matters except for the fact they actually forgive you.]

--

[Adachi groaned as he pushed himself up, planting a hand on his face and wondering what the hell that was. He wasn't the type to randomly pass out, but for once luck sided with him, and he had only slumped against a building. Still, his neck was stiff as he crawled back up to his feet, and he tried to work it back and forth with a little success.]

[He shuffled off after a moment, trying to piece together what had happened. There was... something in his dreams, he knew that much, but it wasn't like any kind of dream he would ever have. It was too damn happy, and he didn't even know half the people he had been dreaming about.]

[Thoughts of that weirdness went flying out the window as soon as he rounded the corner. His eyes widened when he caught sight of Maribelle laying prone on the street, and found himself running over to her before he could stop himself.]

H-hey, Maribelle?! You okay?

Edited (HTML, don't be stupid.) 2014-09-27 01:04 (UTC)

[Maribelle thought she recognized that voice, but in her addled state, was unable to put her finger on it. She found her breath catching in her throat and her heart aching, even though she felt lighter, and she felt tears sting her eyes.

And then the dream ended, and she heard a voice - the same voice as one of those she'd heard in the dream. She stirred, groaning at the dull, throbbing pain in her head, but didn't wake up just yet.]

Mm...

[...that didn't sound good. He couldn't move her, he didn't know how bad the injury to her head was, but she was bleeding from it...]

...dammit.

[He reached for his tie at first, before thinking better of it and shrugging off his jacket instead, folding it up tight and setting it on the ground. Forcing himself to breathe, his brain rushing with all the first aid seminars and emergency training he had gone through, he carefully, carefully lifted her head off the ground with both hands. He could feel himself trembling, trying so hard not to jostle her as he scooted the jacket under her with a knee, before setting her head back down again.]

[Adachi fell back after that, letting out the breath he'd been holding. This trying to save lives thing was way too stressful for him; how the hell had kids been doing it for almost a year?]

M-Maribelle...?

[Maribelle let out a soft groan as she was moved, only waking when Adachi spoke her name. Her head hurt, of course - nothing terrible, but it still hurt nonetheless. She blinked up at him, her gaze clouded.]

Tohru...?

[He looked worried. How long had she been unconscious?]

Are you alright?

[...seriously?]

You're the one bleeding from a head wound, and you're asking me that?

[He rested a hand on her side, a careful eye on her head injury.]

Don't move around so much; I dunno how bad it is.

Oh, darling, don't worry over me. I've had much worse.

[Much, much worse - but he doesn't know that... well, not much of it, anyway.]

What happened? I had such a strange dream.

You too, hunh?

[He grinned faintly, getting comfortable. Like hell he wasn't going to worry; he was letting her bleed all over his jacket. Of course he was going to worry.]

Mine was... pretty cheerful though, but... I didn't know the people I was dreaming about.

Mine was... sorrowful. And lovely.

[She didn't know how else to describe it. But then...]

Oh! Did you dream?

Yeah, I did, but...

[He paused, scratching at the back of his head.]

...I didn't know anyone in my dream. Just that they were people I 'knew' and 'loved', and... well, it was weird. Like I was practicing law, but not any kind of law I'd ever learned about.

[And he swore he heard wedding bells, which... no. Hell no. Absolutely no. Nope, never, no.]

How odd. And did you also fall unconscious?

[Truth be told, she's a little embarrassed about that. A lady of Ylisse does not simply faint.]

Goodness. That sounds almost nostalgic...

a) The first wave hits Killua on his way to the Arena, and he drops like a stone in the middle of the sidewalk. He has no idea how long he's been out, but waking up is gradual, and unsettling. His head hurts--perhaps from the fall when he'd collapsed or perhaps from what he had just seen--but Killua ignores it to push himself to his feet as quickly as he can, unnerved and confused.

He has no idea what has just happened, but the pain is getting worse.

b) The second wave is just as unexpected, but at least this time he knows better than to linger in confusion waiting for the pain to build. There's no other choice, is there? He'll set off to find the owner of the new dream whether he wants to or not. This had better not keep happening.

• • •

Dream 1:
[ It's dark, nowhere in particular, just dim haze like floating. Footsteps. You're running, in that too-slow, surreal way dreams have, running from nothing in particular into nothing at all, and it's impossible to tell how long you've been here, but it feels like a long time. There are glimpses in the shadows, always just out of sight but lingering, skittering across the corners of your vision-- most of them are bloody, dead hands reaching out. They can't touch you, but they're there. They've always been there.

Go away, you yell. Go away, go away--! The darkness shifts and slides.

I don't want to do that anymore! The world disappears.

You're lying on your back now, and the brightness of the sun is jarring, blinding. You rub your eyes as you sit up and look around, confused but peaceful, hopeful, pressing fingers into the grass and taking a deep breath.

"Killua!" The voice is familiar, bright as the sunlight. A hand reaches out, tan and callused, warm. "Let's go. Come on!" It catches you by the hand, tugs you up into the brightness too, and you squeeze back. You laugh. The relief crashes in with the force of a truck, and you're laughing so much there are tears, sobs, and you reach out suddenly and you just hold him, squeezing tight, unable to stop.

Thank you. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for coming to find me. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you so much-- ]

Dream 2:
[ His back is to you; you feel so far away. The feeling is familiar: a little lonely, a little scared. You rush to keep up. His back is to you and you're afraid he'll just keep walking and leave you behind. There's no reason to fear this, you know. There's no reason, and yet--

The boy stops, slowly turns. He's young, just a teenager, with sunkissed skin and dark hair all spiked back, hazel eyes that are so big, sincere and open. He's the opposite of what you see yourself to be; you know you don't deserve him, but he waits. He reaches out.

You hesitate, and it feels like your heart might burst through your chest, stomach doing flips, nervous and nauseated. But you have to, you have to-- You want this so much. You've wanted this for so long.

Gon?

He waits patiently, smiling, encouraging. He touches your hand.

Gon, I- I--

The butterflies are getting worse, and you're so scared, so embarrassed, face hot. Your hand moves in response, catching his, dragging him forward. Your other hand grabs his shirt. If you can't say it--throat too tight, too nervous, voice breaking--then you'll show him how you feel. How you've felt for so long. You're scared, but you want him to know.

You stretch up slightly, lean forward, and close the gap with eyes shut tight and heart beating so fast it almost hurts. You press your lips to his, clumsy with inexperience but sweet and warm and heartfelt, waiting, worried--

He kisses back. ]

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