Event Log: Bad End

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Bad End event
Where: All over the city!
When: August 23rd-September 5th
Warnings: Bad futures, awkward conversations, smashed mirrors

You wake up to find a mirror at your bedside - a pretty nice one, too, a silver hand mirror perfect for fixing your hair in. Only when you try to do that, it's not your gorgeous reflection that you see. It's something else - a terrible future, just about as bad as anything you could imagine for yourself.

Maybe you see your loved ones dead on the ground, and you know it's your fault. Maybe you see the goal you've been working so hard for pulled out of your reach forever. Maybe you see someone you've hurt in the past ruining your life. Maybe you see your hot girlfriend leaving you to shack up with your worst enemy. Whatever you see, it really sucks, and you know that it's possible. This future could happen if you make the wrong choices, give in to your worst impulses.

Break the mirror if you want, but you'll see the same vision in any reflective surface in the city. You can't break them all, but you can sure try. And what will you do when you see your best friend's vision - and it features you betraying them?

Seek reassurance, give reassurance, lash out, vow to yourself that you'll never let it turn out that way, sink into the depths of sorrow because you feel like the future you see is inevitable. Whatever you do, it won't take away those visions - not until the event is over.

► This log covers August 23rd-September 5th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
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► If you can't handle the idea of your dark future, or maybe you just accidentally slip and fall on a mirror shard, let us know here.

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Cole | OTA

[fadeling]

[To say that Cole is terrified is an understatement. He's trying to stay out of sight as much as possible--even more so than usual. So maybe he is there and maybe he isn't. He'd prefer it if he isn't, but too many people here are like the Inquisition--their eyes stick instead of sliding so they see even when he doesn't want them to.

Thankfully that doesn't rule out more traditional hiding places--and he can get to quite a few of them--but after a few moments he gets antsy again and moves to a new one, speaking softly to himself under his breath, nonsense that has to be comforting on some level, even if it doesn't seem to be doing much. He still looks awful which is saying something because he doesn't exactly look wonderful at the best of times.

He just hopes that no one sees him right now. He couldn't help anyone if he tried.]

[restinglichface]

[It's been One Hell of a Week and yet it still continues on.

Lup's spent most of her time curled up under the covers with her twin, letting him cling to her in his worry, trying to reassure him that she wasn't leaving, that not even this place and it's shitty gods could rip her apart from him again. It makes Lup hate Hadriel all the more, for putting her brother through all of this, his pain and frantic concern weighing so much more heavily on her heart than her own. But life keeps going, even if their reflections keep showing them hell, and eventually someone has to go out and pick up supplies, to restock their pantry. Someone has to make sure they're all eating through this, even if her own appetite has dipped considerably since the start of the week.

So the elf is out and about when she catches sight of Cole mumbling to himself, looking a little manic. Considering her own reflection has disappeared completely, it means her appearance isn't quite up to her usual standard, long hair thrown back in a messy braid, mascara just slightly smudged under her eyes.] Hey, you alright, kid? Lemme guess, reflecting a little too much on your reflection?

[fadeling]

[There's really no other word for it--Cole panics for a moment when he hears someone talking to him and he vanishes, appearing again on a windowsill up the side of a nearby building, looking down at her. An elf? He didn't know there were elves here. Most of the time people are different. Strange.

He doesn't even bother coming back down to speak to her. He's perfectly comfortable sitting on the ledge and he doesn't give any indication that he's afraid of falling. He doesn't even answer the question at first, instead going with something obvious that shouldn't have been.]

You can see me. [Understandable, really, if he thinks about it. He can barely think straight, let alone make himself disappear. He shouldn't have to think about it, though. Maybe something else happened too. Did it? He can't remember.]

Maybe. It's...wrong. Pictures of pictures of places, backward and broken and bleak. They shouldn't be there.

[restinglichface]

[Poof! And he's gone! Lup's brows arch up in mild surprise--another magic user? was he just as much a fan of using blink as her brother?--and then Cole reappears, just a few more feet up than he'd been before. The elf tips her head back to shoot him a grin at what she assumes is a spell. Her natural reaction would be to give chase, but the last few days have made her a little more overly cautious than normal, so she'll remain where she is for now, hands falling to rest at her hips.]

Sure can. [Considering Lup had only just been screaming at strangers to notice her a few days earlier, she can't judge him for being unsure of whether he's really been seen or not. It's been a rough time.] Wrong seems like the right word, but whatever is going on, you gotta keep in mind that it isn't real. This place is just trying to fuck with you in a major way.

[fadeling]

[He cocks his head to one side while he looks at her, trying to figure out what he even thinks. That's not easy at the best of times. He doesn't come down.]

It still hurts. Too close, too clear. I don't want it.

[restinglichface]

Hate to break it to you, kid, but none of us do. We've all been dealt a shit hand and we just have to wait for this whole thing to roll over. [Cole's not actually a child, despite Lup's use of the word kid, but there certainly is something childlike to him that keeps her from being too abrasive with him.] Read a book, get some extra naps in, just try to keep away from reflective surfaces and you'll be fine.

[It doesn't fix anything, but it helps to some degree, keeps her from losing it when the feeling of being forgotten hits her just a little too hard.]

[fadeling]

I don't need it. [Then he finally does vanish again only to appear once more on the ground, standing in front of her. He makes very certain that he's looking at the ground, though. He's not going to risk seeing what's in the reflections again. It was terrifying enough the first time. And he's still panicking about it.]

It's...it's dark and drowning, dying and done, binding in blood and unbreaking. I can't, I can't! I should forget, why can't I forget?

[restinglichface]

[And he's back again, though refusing to meet her gaze. And she's at a bit of a loss.

Lup's met hundreds of people, lived through more than most elves four times her age have, but she's also spent the last forty-seven years with the same six people. And while five were a little difficult to become accustomed to at first, in time, they all became close friends and she was able to add five more people into her social circle. But it took time to learn their ways, and Cole is so strikingly different than all of them, it throws Lup for a loop, the woman not certain what to say or do to his strangeness. Does she offer comfort? Try and give him a little rough love to knock him out of this? She doesn't have a clue.]

Hey, [instead of reaching for him, Lup's arms cross at her chest, brows furrowed. Honestly, she's half tempted to call Merle for help. He's better at this shit than her.] Chill out. Just, uh, breathe. Freaking out won't help either of us.

[fadeling]

Too many, too much, too...there. It isn't true but it could be but it isn't but it might be. [It makes sense to him, but he's not blind to the fact that he rarely makes sense to anyone else. It takes a special sort of person to decipher what he says. Even then, there's usually some room for interpretation.]

Did you see it too?

[restinglichface]

[And even if he's speaking a little nonsensically, Lup gets it.

He's right, of course. Some people are seeing their worst fears of the future, and some, like Lup herself, are seeing what the actual future holds. She's already been told what happens, the future where she disappears without a trace, leaving only a small note with 'Back Soon' written on it. And that was the last time she was ever seen. Ten years later, she's still gone, no trace of her remaining. Like a ghost. ]

Yeah, but it's different. Everyone sees their own thing. Whatever you're seeing is like, specific to you. [and because she's nosy...] What are you seeing?

ack sorry or the delay I was busy being a puppy pillow

[fadeling]

Bindings. Blood. I'm not a demon, I'm not. But they could make me one.

np literally the best excuse

[restinglichface]

[okay, so this may not be the brand of comfort or reassurance that Cole needs best but...]

So prove that you're strong enough to withstand it. You aren't a demon, so show 'em! Spite is the best motivator. Stand up tall and kick your fucking demons in the nuts.

8D;;

[fadeling]

[What even did she just say.]

No. There aren't any nuts. [He definitely has no clue what she means by that so he's taking it literally.] Why would kicking them help?

[restinglichface]

[uuuuuuuh]

Nevermind, forget that part. The rest is still totally valid, though.

[fadeling]

What's the rest?

[restinglichface]

[Gods help her.]

Just standing up and, uh-- [she lost her train of thought ok] You know. Fighting the good fight.

[fadeling]

Sitting down wouldn't help.

[restinglichface]

[...]

Right. Hey, you seem to be feeling better already, kid, so I'm gonna go. Like, now. This is me. Exit stage left.

[fadeling]

Oh. Alright. Goodbye.