Event Log: April, Dream a Little Dream

[faileas]

Event Log: April, Dream a Little Dream (Of Me)

I. The Looking-Glass House These strange shared dreams are part and parcel of being Mirrorbound, nothing too unusual for those who entered this world through similar dreams and then a mirror. No doubt you've all experienced your share by now. Normally those dreams have something to say about the world, something to show Mirrorbound about their new temporary home, but this time... This time, it has something to show the Mirrorbound about each other, perhaps. The Looking-Glass House, from the outside, seems no different from how it looks in the waking world. Each cobblestone still glows as you step upon it, drawing your attention toward the entryway of the two-story cottage that sits at the edge of the Coven's courtyard. You can still wander the Coven grounds if you'd like, but nothing is different from how it will be when you wake, save the lack of bustling Witches and Monsters going about their business. Areas that are normally inaccessible are still inaccessible. Whatever secrets this dream may hold, they all lie within the hall of mirrors. Perhaps you haven't had reason to step into this building in some time, or maybe you're here often, checking for new arrivals. Maybe you only recently arrived here and the sight of these mirror-lined hallways is fresh in your mind. Something has changed, however... Many of the hundreds of mirrors on the walls remain the same: dull, dusty, undecorated, some cracked or broken. As lifeless as a mirror can get. Yours, if you seek it out, looks the same as it did to you on your arrival - the frame covered in reminders of your home, your life, the surface of it clear and shiny-new. But this time, in this dream, yours is not the only one you can see signs of life in. Other mirrors also have the clear, silvery glass within their frames that yours does, indicating a connection to someone currently in Aefenglom. Maybe you can pick out the mirrors of people you know by the few carvings in the frames you can pick out; the closer you are to someone, the more of their mirror's decoration you're able to see, though the frames of strangers' mirrors remain unadorned to your gaze. You might feel yourself compelled to lay your hand on one of these silvery-bright mirrors, and when you do, the glass ripples like movement on a still pond. Like water, it allows you entry to another time, another place, another world - or at least, the memory of such. Who knows what you'll witness there, something beautiful or something terrible, but you only have to slip back through the mirror into the Looking Glass House to end it.

Welcome to April's event log, Dream a Little Dream! This event is a little more 'make your own fun' than others (since we are not currently in a place to be able to run a plot-heavy event this month), so feel free to play with the dream mechanics generally as you will. The main things to keep in mind are: memories are from the character's point of view however you choose to interpret that; memories cannot be altered or show a character something they could not have witnessed; please be considerate when using other people's characters in a memory, and visitors cannot directly interact with people/NPCs within a memory. Interacting with creatures/environment of a memory is fine. Otherwise, have fun! As always, feel free to use this log or make your own, and direct event-related questions here.

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[bolstafir]

[Somehow, Ozpin seeing this memory scares him more than the strangers who have been here. In Remnant, hiding his Semblance was often at the forefront of his mind, fearful of rejection as he's been for so long, but Ozpin accepted him without judgment. He knows all of this, the whole truth of Qrow Branwen, and wanted him by his side anyway.

So when Ozpin sees this, it's not that he fears rejection. But he doesn't want Ozpin to see him this way, this person who harmed the defenseless and vulnerable because he was so desperate for a scrap of acknowledgment. Doesn't want him to see the people he's killed with his own hands, to hear their screams and pain. Doesn't want him to see the way he suffered either, because that wasn't Ozpin's burden to bear. It makes him feel lower than trash, like someone who lied and cheated his way into standing by the side of someone who was trying to save the entire world.

But when he speaks, Ozpin just offers him understanding and kindness, as always, and Qrow chokes on it, the guilt heavy in his lungs even as he knows he isn't that person anymore.]

...You always did see the best in me. Even when I didn't deserve it.

[His breath shakes a little bit. In the distance, some member of the tribe has gathered Qrow and Raven together, waving a flyer for Beacon Academy in their face. Looking for all the world like the cat who ate the canary as they point out the twins are the perfect age to enroll and learn all the weaknesses of the Huntsmen so they'd be easier to kill and couldn't get in the tribe's way during raids. Qrow grits his teeth, hands clenched into fists.]

I...you don't have to listen to this.

[perspicaciously]

The semblance we're born with is not of our choosing, Qrow. I wouldn't be a very good headmaster...ah, former headmaster I should say, if I didn't allow all types of students and people into my kingdom with all manners of semblances.

[ He watches more of the memory eying the flyer of Beacon Academy with a keen and discerning eye. He doesn't say anything towards the men using two young children to do their dirty work. If anything it just shows how lacking of character they are themselves to be using children who are alone and only wanting to fit in, in such a manner. ] You made do with what you had when you were younger. No one can fault you for that, and I most certainly don't either.

[ As a child that wanted to belong and be loved...he doesn't fault Qrow in the slightest. If anything this only reaffirms his choice in allowing and accepting the other into his academy even knowing the manner on which they wanted to join. ] We all do what we must to survive, even if it might not be our best or brightest moments.