(open dreamshare log) (muffled twilight zone playing in the distance)

[hackitude]

WHO: EVERYBOOOODYYYY (yeaaah) (rock your booodyyy) (yeaaah)
WHERE: DREAMSPACE
WHEN: The night of November 1st (slightly forward-dated to give people more time to play out threads mmk)
WHAT: DREAM SHENANIGANS (event info here!)
WARNINGS: None up here, but players please tag the subject lines of your dreams if they have NSFW or triggering content in them.

It's Saturday evening. What are you dreaming about, imPorts?

Some of you might find strangers intruding on your regular dreams. Others might find themselves suddenly in the dream of someone they've never met before. Or perhaps someone they're close to...? Either way. Seems like you're in for a bumpy night.

Comments

[earnedmystripes]

[Because it's a dream, he doesn't think too much about having assumed wrong or why he did.]

Helping people isn't a burden.

[corviform]

[ The darkness around them seems to ripple suddenly. Like they're standing in the middle of a vast, black ocean. ]

If I can't help myself... what good am I to anyone? How can I protect Oz?

[earnedmystripes]

[That manages to shake him. He doesn't stop or slow down or loosen his grip, but Gil can probably feel a mild shudder run through the shoulder he's being carried on, an exhale that comes out just a little too sharp. It's something that's embedded so deep in his own thought process he rarely even gives it a second glance, but Gil's comment throws it into sharp relief. What good are you if you can't save people.]

Everyone needs help sometimes. Doesn't make 'em weak or useless.

[Despite the intense hypocrisy of those words, his voice holds steady, and he presses on. He said he'd get Gil out of here, and he will.]