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thanks clarke ([personal profile] strove) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs2019-10-07 01:20 pm

[open log] i don't care about the mess you made

WHO: Clarke Griffin, Riku, and Goro Akechi + anyone who wants to do some dreams or other stuff
WHERE: Dreams, New Amsterdam.
WHEN: Month of January IC!
WHAT: Dreams, memory shares, etc. General open log things.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Mentions of suicide and suicidal ideation for Akechi and Clarke (respectively).

[Riku, Clarke, and Akechi couldn't be more different on the surface—but when it comes to dreams, to the control of the mind and the actions they take, the similarities come together. Oddly enough, each of them has some experience over this space. Riku, through being a Dreameater. Clarke, through Josephine taking over her body and through having to fight back against the sociopathic scientist. And Akechi through the metaverse, having to traverse it alone. That's not to say that they have special powers here: but control is something that will come more easily, as will lucidity.

Of course, thematically they're different:]


riku: mistakes of the past, worries of the present

[These days, Riku is more or less at peace with himself. Once, his dreams were mercurial and lacked control. They showed his worry about strength. Power. And at times, Darkness—the Darkness that reigned over his life, that acted as a threat. These days, that Darkness is as much a part of him as anything: trapped in his heart, a constant in motion. A part of who he is.

But there are themes and motifs that reoccur. Friends fading away. The danger of thinking too much, even if the thoughts don't string together. A friend slipping, falling into a wave of Darkness. More recently: images of his home falling apart, of New Amsterdam falling to the same ruin, crashed into by a wave of dangerous Darkness.

And of friends dying. Of not being able to do enough. Of the struggle of having to accept that they will do as they do, even if he can't do nothing. His hands always tied, forced to be idle, passive. Accepting that, too.

There is always a push for logic against even the most irrational of thoughts. Always.]


clarke: guilt, the lives she's taken, a peaceful interlude

[Many of Clarke's dreams take place separate from what would be her mindscape. Her dreams are of green: sprawling trees with a beautiful, forested canopy. A bright sun overhead, though sometimes there are two. But in the horizon, there may or may not be ruin: ruins of a city that managed to come together in the aftermath of an apocalypse, or ruins of a world, covered in dirt and sand, and strange creatures that burrow into the ground and can dig into someone's skin. She doesn't dream of those creatures, not often.

When she can, Clarke dreams of what could be: a life in this area of rich, fertile environment. A time with her daughter, her mother, her friends. Bellamy is there when he can be, but during times of strife, it seems she has a hard time facing him. (This Bellamy is older, with facial hair and a calmer expression. Like he knows to keep what he can inside.)

When there are people present, there is always a pressure. Of being boxed in, of being the one to find the solutions. Clarke always feels as if her answers are the wrong answers, and they show here. But there is no resentment toward the many, many people in her life: angry, making demands. Just an acceptance. Clarke doesn't feel as if they're wrong to ask so much of her. Besides, she put herself in that position to ask to make those decisions.

After all, she is a mother. A leader. But also: a tumor. A cancer. These days, Clarke doesn't let those thoughts creep up, but in dreams, who can say?]


akechi: wasted potential, what could have been

[Akechi doesn't dream of exact moments or of exact places: he dreams of the settings he likes, with drawn out, complicated scenarios where he's called upon to solve a problem. Solve any problem. Because he is someone who came into his power at an age when he was already embittered by the world, embroiled in hatred for everything around him. His mother committed suicide when he was young, and he was forced to be passed from home to home, a blemish upon his family and upon the world. An illegitimate child and a problem. Rather than choosing to overcome these notions, Akechi internalized them, took them to heart.

His dreams reflect this: colored often in blacks and reds, with Akechi moving alone, carrying every purpose that he believes that only he can accomplish. His dreams are a sign of how he deluded himself: believing that his long term plans would become something at some point.

He is extremely intelligent, and his dreams show it: with him trying to make logic out of nothing, out of the world around him. He seems to be at odds with it, caught between a sense of justice (inherently emotional) and a world out of order, one that's inevitably going to be that way no matter what.

If Akechi's gambit had paid off—if he had been aware that he was a part of a game with a gambit in motion—his view of the world would've taken hold. It would've fallen into disarray, granting control to a single deity because people are inherently messed up. At the heart of his dreams, this is a singular, notable truth. It's just one that's at odds with what Akechi really wants: to be praised, loved, and seen as less than a blemish and more that someone who can accomplish things. He just hasn't admitted as much to himself.]


ooc notes

[The general overview here is to give people an idea of what my characters' dreams would contain. This is an open log, and you can request a starter hitting on one of the notes above! I'll also be posting closed requested starters below. I'm also open to memory sharing or characters just catching up, though the former may need to come along organically (as none of my three know it's on the table).

If you'd like to discuss further, hit me up on plurk @ medieval or on discord at alison#8996.]
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[personal profile] kleptocratic 2019-10-26 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ He flinches, once, but then holds himself very still. It's a practiced stillness— Eugenides thinks of his father, making him hold his arm out until the wooden sword at the end of it felt heavier than nightfall. He learned that even before he learned how to keep himself in shadow, silent and unmoving.]

I am. Let's not draw it out.

[ He waits for more guidance, as he still doesn't know what to do next. But whatever she needs him for he will do to the best of his ability. ]
Edited 2019-10-26 01:15 (UTC)
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[personal profile] kleptocratic 2019-10-29 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He brings over the cart. It squeaks. ]

It doesn't matter what I'm comfortable with. [ Which is true: none of these surroundings are designed to make him comfortable. But though he might feign otherwise some of the time, the sight of blood alone is not enough to make him blanch.

But he has other shortcomings, as a doctor. ]


I don't know that I have the hands for surgery. [ He looks down at the golden hook where his right hand used to be, ornate and gleaming. ]
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[personal profile] kleptocratic 2019-11-17 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ He nods. It is a dream. ]

Alright. [ Eugenides tries to stand a little taller. He doesn't know how to make himself look like a doctor, but maybe he can look like a king. ]

What do you need?
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[personal profile] kleptocratic 2019-11-21 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
So.

[ He agrees. So, so, so. ]

That did go quicker than I thought. [ And it seems like Bellamy is sleeping, stable, though he cannot read any of the instruments and can only judge by his simple, peaceful expression, like the calm over the lake when it freezes. ]

If I were to walk out of here, what would I see?
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[personal profile] kleptocratic 2019-12-02 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ A terrible omen, like something in the stories, when the Sky curses the Earth with jealousy and the astrologers council nothing. ]

All right. Let's go somewhere else, then, yes?

[ It's Clarke's dream. Maybe she can make it better. ]
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[personal profile] kleptocratic 2019-12-10 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Eugenides does not like touching people, here. He's always been someone who prefers privacy, who hates to explain himself. Thieves are for the night.

But he's also someone who likes to know things. ]


Fine then. Be my Lycaon. [ A figure from his mythologies, a guide. He takes her hand. ]
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[personal profile] kleptocratic 2019-12-11 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Lycaon is the scout in one of the major epics. [ One of the Invaders stories, but everyone knew it, even in Eddis. ] He is a guide in difficult places.
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[personal profile] kleptocratic 2019-12-11 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Poetry ennobles us all. [ Said very sarcastically, for all that he's the one who makes these references.

When they arrive at what's obviously their destination he promptly takes off, examining the strange structure in the center of the village.

He isn't very familiar with gas stations. ]


What is this?
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[personal profile] kleptocratic 2019-12-14 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's rustic, by his estimation, with confusing architecture, but not entirely unappealing, and he feels confident enough to wander a little. Up towards the gas station.

When Clarke mentions Madi, though, he stops. ]


I'm sorry. You must miss her terribly.
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[personal profile] kleptocratic 2020-01-04 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
You raised her?

[ In this place? is the unspoken echo to the question. Eugenides follows Clarke, and notices the firepit, the clotheslines, the cobbled together stairs, everything dug out of the earth or broken to be made anew. ]
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[personal profile] kleptocratic 2020-01-05 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Better than a trap meant for thieves.

[ His own smile is an echo of hers. It is sweet to see Clarke remembering something with fondness. ]

I think… [ He stretches the syllables. ] I think any daughter of yours would have a good chance of surviving anything.

[ But of course, he does not know. Still, he avoids lying. ]
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[personal profile] kleptocratic 2020-01-06 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes they aren't the same thing.

[ That's the tragedy of growing up, probably. ]

I hope for her that they are.

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