Event Log: A Jar Full of Sunshine

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The Jar Full of Sunshine event
Where: Throughout the city
When: May 3rd-May 9th
Warnings: Fireflies as a conduit for drug use. Annoyingly catchy songs.

On May 3rd, you may wake up and notice that something is different about the cave. Are you sure it's the daytime? Maybe you didn't sleep long enough, because it still seems pretty dark outside. Or, of course, the gods are messing with the lights again.

This time, however, it seems like it's actually a good thing. Sometime around the afternoon, some smaller lights begin to appear around the city, trickling in from Delight's temple and flickering on and off. These fireflies are brighter than what you might be used to, but being illuminated by their light will mysteriously allow a small surge of joy to rumble through you.

By May 4th, the shops are stocked with large mason jars, and you can start distributing them and using them to catch these fireflies as you wish. They're most concentrated in and around Delight's temple, but by now, the delight-erflies are pretty fairly spread throughout the city.

Be careful (or don't) of how many you catch! 1-3 fireflies in a jar will be enough to give you a mild emotional boost, at 4-6 you might be able to realize that you're definitely happier than you used to be, at 7-10, you can definitely tell that something is making you more cheerful, warm and happy. Beyond 10 fireflies, the additional effect gets smaller the more fireflies you capture, but it will still continue to build until you may just spend the next few days wrapped around your firefly jar in a pleasantly drugged stupor.

Just, uh... don't forget to eat.

► This log covers May 3rd-May 9th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
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Krieg | will match whatever format

[fleshing]

may 3rd - 5th

Stars're bright in the Pandoran sky. Except when they're not stars, the sky is obscured, and he's not on Pandora anymore. But the fuzzy speckling of bright dots perplexes him, and he's coaxed out of his usual collection of surreal, fitful dreams early to watch the spectacle.

He stretches out a finger, manages to brush up against one of the lights suspended idly in the air, like one of the blue tattoo's orbs of radiant energy, before it darts away beneath his touch.

For the rest of the day, Krieg chases any of the lights he can find, making short, delighted noises any time he manages to pin one down in his cupped hands. The only problem is he pays very little attention to who he might topple, trample, or otherwise slam straight into in the process. Watch out for the big, shambling brute with an axe and a cheerful disposition, because he's certainly not watching out for you.

may 6th - 9th

By now he's managed to capture quite a few fireflies in a couple of hefty jars.

Anyone who knows Krieg may be familiar with his disposition - usually confused, violent shouting with a weighty dose of rage. But right now, he's utterly, completely peaceful. Even content.

I could stay like this forever, sighs the voice in his brain, and for once he can't help but agree. This bliss...he never gets this unless he's flossing his teeth with some marauder's spine. He feels full, warm, happy, and he can't ever remember feeling like this before. He doesn't have the word for it, but that doesn't matter. It's just...it's nice. It's nice and well and good.

Krieg currently has himself awkwardly curled up around his jars like a very large, very muscle-y cat. Anyone who tries to take his jars will find themselves on the disagreeable side of his buzz-axe very, very quickly.

Re: 3-5th

[liquid_serpent]

[Liquid noticed the bright bugs in the air and also the sense of calm that accompanied them. It made a change that the gods were gifting them with fireflies instead of firebombs. They didn't seem to want to kill either which was different. He looked up and didn't notice the large man knock him into nearly sending him flying into the ground.]

What the?-

-oh, it's you. Having fun, Krieg?

[Liquid brushed his arm and noticed the big man having fun rather than waving his axe around in a rage. Were the bugs calming him? It would seem so.]

[fleshing]

Nothing burning! Nothing broken!

[He sounds positively delighted about it, too. Not needing to rip someone's lungs out of their chest to feel the way he is now - that's rare! It's euphoric, and he's going to cling to the feeling as tightly as he can.

He puts out a hand to Liquid's shoulder to steady him.]

Didn't mean to rattle your rib cage!

[liquid_serpent]

You didn't startle me, don't worry. I just didn't expect you to bash into me is all. [The blond offered his friend a reassured smile and nodded.]

You seem to be well, Krieg. [Not killing or raging.] The fireflies, hm? They seem to be having a positive effect on everyone here. I am guessing the gods are to blame for this. Still, we'd better enjoy it while we can, hm?

[fleshing]

I feel a deep, light warmth.

[He cups his hands loosely in the general region of his heart, beaming beneath his mask.]

Didn't even need to tear the hair from the head of a dying puppy!

[liquid_serpent]

You do? I could say that I felt the same myself. Almost like a warm blanket wrapped around your body keeping warm feelings inside. [Yeah it was mushy but true.]

You killed no one? What on earth is the world coming to? [He could still be sarcastic and tease when he wanted. In a light-hearted way of course. He thinks you're awesome, Krieg.]

[fleshing]

Inconceivable!

[Krieg even makes a show of putting a hand to his cheek in shock, then breaks off into another fit of uproarious laughter.]

Who made this happy goodness? I wanna rattle their soul!!

may 3rd - 5th

[wormintheglass]

Bianca has not been trying to catch fireflies. She knows a little about insects, and she's found it much more effective to simply lounge around in the park or by the riverbank and biofeedback her own pheromones to attract them.

Unfortunately this does leave her rather vulnerable to being tripped over.

"Watch it, you - oh, it's you."

She has a smile for Krieg, despite being nearly run over.

"Are you all right? Having fun, dearheart?"

[fleshing]

Ah-ha! He remembers her, she's the nice lady! Krieg bounces on the balls of his feet like some kind of massive, hideously overexcited puppy, preoccupation with fireflies momentarily forgotten. He even drops to crouch beside her, grinning like a loon beneath his mask.

"Didn't break your crown, did we?" Checking to make sure he didn't damage her. It'd be a shame to ruin such a nice day, after all.

[wormintheglass]

Bianca, who keeps two fullgrown spotted hyenas as pets, has a soft spot for large, dangerous puppies and Krieg fits the bill perfectly. She can't see him without wanting to throw a ball for him or feed him liver treats.

"Not at all, sweetheart. I'm very resilient."

Now she thinks of it, he'd probably enjoy the liver treats.

"Have you met my friends Bud and Lou? I think they're a tiny bit scared of you."

[fleshing]

He sits down fully with a bump, manages to reach out and snag a brightly-lit firefly and hold it in his cupped hands. He's remarkably quick when he wants to be. He lets the bug warm up his heart with a wonderful dull hum.

"Never seen 'em!" But then again, he's not particularly observant when it comes to names. Krieg's mental filing system of names tends to group people by peculiarly nondescript monikers: Squeaky Man, Smiley Man, Nice Lady, and so on ad nauseum. "Did they rub you wrong?"

[wormintheglass]

"Noooo, they're good boys. They help keep me safe from monsters."

This is not all that true - Bud and Lou tend to hide behind something when there are monsters about - but they do serve as an effective alarm system, so it's not all that untrue either.

"I'm going to call them over. I want you all to be friends."

She whistles, and the hyenas start to make their way back to their mistress. Hopefully Krieg's mellow enough at the moment to make friends.

[fleshing]

Must be good, then! He's not entirely sure what he's expecting, though it isn't a pair of skag-looking animals that come loping over. Krieg stiffens, eyeing them warily, but he learned well enough from his last encounter with a four-legged beast that some are well-behaved, and even have human owners that don't appreciate it when someone charges at them with an axe and a bloodcurdling cry.

"Some good skags?" he asks, because they look the most like a pair of skags, even if they look rather more...elegant and less liable to vomit up a pair of SMGs on the spot.

6th!

[casperdisaster]

Noah knows how that is, the being content and curled up with your fireflies. Once he realized enough of them got an almost drugged feeling of contentment, well... He's catching them in smaller groups so that he can enjoy them all together once he's got them set up. Noah is absolutely planning on using the fireflies to get high, and now is armed with the information for how to take care of them.

As Krieg isn't paying attention and neither is Noah, he does trip over Krieg. Noah manages to both slam the lid down at the right time, and when he falls its on his rear and he doesn't break the jar in the process, so he counts it as a win. Firefly caught (bringing the jar up to three, held securely against his chest), Noah blinks owlishly at the giant man curled up light a cat around his own jar.

Noah can't blame him, as that's his goal too, but he also lacks the information to know that this is not just Normal Krieg.

"Sorry, I didn't see you ... do you have a habitat set up in yours?"

Noah holds out his own jar for Krieg to see that he's got twigs and grass and chopped up fruit and what looks like a little damp sponge in his. Of course, it's a little shook up now but the fireflies seem undamaged by the fall.

[fleshing]

While the sensation of being literally tripped over is not precisely a pleasant one, Krieg's got some tough skin and has at this point been utterly drained of any desire to exert the requisite effort to get up, much less to reprimand anyone. He looks up sluggishly, blinking like someone who's just stumbling out of the thick drowsiness of a week's worth of sleep.

He manages to shuffle upright into a vague sitting position.

"Made of glass," he mumbles, which is code for no, because he's lacking both the means and brainpower to think that far ahead. "All warm."

[casperdisaster]

"Oh," Noah says, getting that Krieg is... supremely light-drugged at the moment. That's fine. The bit of light that's getting to him is making him feel calmer and happier too.

Why wouldn't someone abuse this if they could?

"That's okay for a day or two, but they'll die if they don't have a habitat. Dunno how long they'll last with one, but probably longer..."

[fleshing]

"Who made your habit?" he says a bit sleepily, giving his head a little shake as he tries to clear it. Habitat is apparently a little out of the range of his pleasure-blitzed brain to grasp. He manages to focus on the contents of Noah's jar, and utters a little hum of mild comprehension.

So he scrapes up a handful of gravel from the ground, unscrews his one of his jars, and unceremoniously tips the lot of it inside. He's lucky the fireflies manage to dart and avoid getting smothered, but several of them escape in the process.

[casperdisaster]

Noah opens his mouth to try to tell Krieg to stop, but the light is kind of leaving him a little slow to react so he ends up just watching in a sort of absurd facination.

"I made mine, but my friend Ronan showed me how. He grew up on a farm. Lots of fireflies there." Noah says, after a moment to process the question. "I can show you, if you want."

[fleshing]

Krieg makes a faint noise of disappointment as a handful of his fireflies waft away, but at least he's got a few more jars of the things. He blinks, refocusing on Noah, and nods enthusiastically.

"Who made you so nice and good?"

8th; fashionably late to this party!

[watashinonamaewa]

There's a gentle touch on his arm.

"Hey, Krieg."

While the rest of her little colony stays in a homemade habitat in her room, a small jar with just four of the little guys is tied to her waist and a few small flowers at the bottom of the jar. It's the perfect amount for a coherent, content Cibo.

"How're you feeling?"

She kneels down in front of him as she tries to get a count of how many fireflies he's high on.

"Not too many there, right?"

it's never too late

[fleshing]

He's got a good four or five jars he's reclining near, so his reaction to being approached by a nice lady he once tried to brutally butcher, which would ordinarily fall under the "apologize and avoid" category, simply falls under the "sleepy recognition" category instead.

"Feels like home," he mumbles to her dreamily. "Been a long minute since we've seen your scrub-mug."

[watashinonamaewa]

Scrub-mug?

Well. He didn't scream it. So she'll take it.

"Yeah, I know. I've been around."

Somewhere between her many little projects, she came outside a few days ago to enjoy the fireflies. She isn't regretting it.

"And you? Where have you been to? Playing with these little things?"

She makes herself more comfortable just beside him. His fireflies are pretty close now.

[fleshing]

"They're all quiet now." The voices, obviously. Perhaps he should clarify that, but he doesn't entirely know how. The voice isn't saying anything he hates, just mumbling about the warm happy fuzzy feeling in his chest here and there.

Nice, and relenting, and easy. He could stay like this forever, said the voice, and it's true. Doesn't even want to smash or rip or roar.

"Making new friends." He's smiling beneath his mask, tracing little invisible patterns on the glass of his jars as he watches the illuminated treasures within flit about.

[watashinonamaewa]

"That's good. I'm glad they're quiet for you."

She wonders about him. About what normally goes on in his head. She's come across plenty of 'crazy' in her many years and never really thought about what brought them to that point. But she wonders this with Krieg. He's calm now. It seems like can think straight-ish. It must be great for him to breathe for once instead of fight whatever goes on in there.

"You know... You don't have to be upset about what happened anymore. We can be friends now too, if you want."

[fleshing]

He shifts a little in place, and manages to drag himself into a semi-upright position. It's new and different, to be like this, to be at a kind of peace. He doesn't ever want to let go of the quiet in his head.

"We broke you up," he mutters guiltily, unable to meet her eyes. "Bled you dry."

He looks down at himself, traces a line down his sternum. Shuts his eyes and tips his head back, arms out like he's about to throw himself to the wolves.

"Free hits on the house?"