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.
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Comments

may the fourth be with u

[fleshing]

[Krieg's got far too many jars piled in his arms, wobbling precariously as he totters along, eager to capture as many of the little bright warm-fuzzy lights as possible. The big man practically crashes into Sam from behind by accident, sending a number of the jars spilling onto the ground, heavy mason fragments pinwheeling over the cave floor.]

MISTAKE!!!

[He bellows, immediately contrite. The proximity of so many of the fireflies have made him a great deal less volatile than usual, and apologetic on top of it.]

and also with u also KRIEG I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY RN.

[hollowly]

( well this isn't exactly how he'd planned for this venture to go. here he is, minding his own business collecting his lightning bugs, and he nearly gets knocked flat on his face by some big guy - bigger than him - and sam has to pause when he yells like that, almost wincing from the sound of it, if only because he's so close and so loud.

needless to say, he's momentarily a little bit perplexed. )

It's - ( can he even hear himself right now? ) - it's okay.

( 8| )

I'M SO SORRY

[fleshing]

[Krieg scrambles to pick up the jars, which is kind of problematic, seeing as they are more or less in pieces. He ends up spilling the rest of them in the process. Which totally ruins the moment.]

Didn't mean to crash your car! Toot toot!

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I'M LAUGHING RIGHT NOW DON'T YOU DARE BE SORRY.

[hollowly]

( there's only one thing he can do in a situation like this, and that is, of course, to help the guy pick up his jars. even if some of them are broken, no longer of any good use, random acts of kindness are never lost on him.

he stoops to pick up one jar, then another, and - car? what?

dude r u ok. r u ok dude. )

Really, it's fine. ( what the hell is he on about. ) Uh, some of your jars are broken, though.

HE'S TRYING HIS BEST

[fleshing]

[New people meeting time! He hadn't realized this was a potential introductory thing, but he doesn't recognize the man he's run into, so that means he's got to be social and do the introducing thing!! The fireflies have brightened his mood considerably from "mildly destructive" to "politely if unintentionally destructive," for the most part, and he's aiming to get as many as he can crammed into the remaining jars he still has on hand.]

'Tis but a flesh wound!

[Broken jars, broken arms...same thing, right?]

You've got a new face for the skincage, haven't you?

[..."nice to meet you". is what he's. trying to say.]

wheezes loudly i can't handle this it's too much.

[hollowly]

( well, politely if unintentionally destructive is much better than mildly destructive, and it does look like the guy is trying to keep up with the thread of the conversation -

even if what's coming out of his mouth makes absolutely no damned sense.

broken ... things. yes, they are all the same. you just go on ahead and think that.

and with that last bit, sam is so utterly confused that he's beginning to wonder if there's anything to salvage from this conversation, but - hell, why not just go along with it? maybe ... he can pick out some coherency ... here and there. )

Uh, yeah - yeah I do. ( oh lord. ) My name's Sam. Did you just come through the Door? ( granted, it's about time for the new ones to start filtering in, so he can't be that new. )

sobs at this thread

[fleshing]

KRIEG! Maybe a week-month-year earlier!

[Krieg says it cheerfully, loudly, despite the fact that it makes zero sense. There's heaps of broken mason shards in his arms, and he just keeps on collecting them like they're flowers to be plucked from the ground.

But he jostles around the jars in his arms until he comes up with one that's sitll mostly whole, and presents it to Sam proudly. Like a consolation present. Or something.]

Buckets of the stuff!

i literally just snorted this is fantastic.

[hollowly]

( well there sure is some more yelling. krieg. use your indoor voice, bro. we're in a cave, remember? the acoustics are pretty good down here already.

he ignores the offering of the whole jar for a moment, taking in all the pieces of glass in the guy's arms, and - okay, doesn't that hurt? do you feel any of that? are you just going to let those shards stay there - ?

there are so many questions. this entire interaction is one huge question mark. )

Your arms - ( he points, just for emphasis, to make sure krieg is paying attention. ) You're getting glass stuck in you everywhere.

looks like you made a new friend sam

[fleshing]

[Krieg would use an indoor voice if he knew what one was! But his indoor voice only exists inside his head. Sorry, Sam.

He looks down at the mass of tiny cuts that are now coating his arms thanks to trying to pick up a whole mess of fragmented jars, then abruptly...drops it all with a crash, spreading his arms wide. Who gives a shit, right? Sam doesn't seem to like him carrying all of it, so he'll just let it all drop!]

But it hurts so good!

why are all of his friends weird.

[hollowly]

( you win some, you lose some. he would have been surprised to find that krieg even had an indoor voice, to be perfectly honest.

his eyes widen and he takes a small step back when the jars drop again - and ah, there goes some more glass - but that is totally not what he'd meant by that! now you have even more broken jars!

also, what the crap. )

... Sure it does. ( almost under his breath, almost just to himself, because he honestly does not know what to make of that. ) So I'm guessing you don't want them bandaged.

sam you poor weirdness magnet

[fleshing]

Why'd we do that when we could bleed me dry!

[And Krieg laughs heartily, like it's all just some hilarious joke, and then, as a topper, reaches out to clap Sam companionably on the shoulder with a hefty thump. Haha, what a riot! Right? Eh? Ehhhh?

He's distracted almost immediately by another flickering of fireflies drifting their way, and with remarkable dexterity, snatches a handful of them from the air so he can offer them to Sam proudly, like a cat depositing a mouse's corpse on its owner's doorstep.]

Don't you want some firebugs for your touchstumps?

he doesn't want this life anymore.

[hollowly]

( if he'd been any smaller, the thump to his shoulder might have knocked him off-center - but as it stands, he simply spares that large hand a fleeting look before he's gazing back at krieg, trying for the very life of him to figure this guy out.

or maybe just what brand of crazy he is. ( which seems to be, at the moment, harmless. )

he foregoes answering the whole bleeding-him-dry bit in favor of staring ( maybe a little too long ) at the offering of the fireflies, brows furrowed, because you can't say no but this is quite possibly the strangest thing that has ever happened to him in the history of everything. )

I have some, actually. At home. ( but he smiles! ) You should keep some for yourself, if ... you have a jar that isn't broken.

( looking down at the ground now, he doesn't think there's a very high chance of that being a thing. )

too bad sam you're stuck with it

[fleshing]

[...this is a reasonable point. Krieg does like the warm fuzz-tingles the fireflies give him, and it would be good to preserve and prolong this feeling for as long as possible. Too bad he broke all the jars he has. He'll have to go find more, it seems.]

We'll bring them home, warm them by the fire!

[If Sam doesn't want them, anyway. More for Krieg!]

well c r a p.

[hollowly]

( of all the points he's been trying to make, that's the one he picks out as reasonable? well, things could have been worse, all things considered, and at least krieg is listening to him.

maybe they're finally on the verge of a breakthrough.

he finds himself smiling, even if it's still a bit warily. they're definitely getting somewhere. )

I can go get you some more jars, if you want. But you might want to be careful about how many you collect. ( meaning he's seen some stuff - and who knows what could happen with a drugged up psycho krieg? )

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[fleshing]

[Look at this, see! They're communicating! Barely, but it counts!]

What's the badtime?

[He cocks his head curiously. He hasn't witnessed any adverse effects to the fireflies yet, nor does he see the problem in himself getting affected poorly - he's just some monstrous thing, who'd miss him if he went scatterbrained? More scatterbrained?]

asdljglkh

[hollowly]

( barely tends to count in his book on a daily basis - if only because he very rarely gets a win in his corner when it really counts. and this ... well, it does barely count, but it's definitely something.

at least, in this case, more scatterbrained for krieg might mean a little more settling down. still, sam hasn't much liked the look of the people he's been seeing that have let themselves go, and he's always going to try to give advice when he thinks it's plausible. )

Just trust me. ( have a ... tentative pat on a non-covered-in-glass-cuts part of your arm, krieg. ) Less is more.

( that really just came out of your mouth, didn't it. )

[fleshing]

[Krieg makes an odd-sounding noise, confused. How can less be more? Those are opposites?]

How do you get less from the fire? More can't be the same!!

[Oh help, he has no concept for mathematical calculations and even object permanence is a stretch.

He grunts, brow furrowing beneath his mask as he tries to puzzle out the seeming oxymoron.]

[hollowly]

( he's well aware that they're opposites. just. trust him. please. he definitely knows what he's talking about!

though he realizes, belatedly, that he might have been able to word that more properly if he'd given it enough conscious thought before the words had left his mouth.

really, he doesn't want to see krieg end up a drooling, blissed-out piece of nonsense slumped against a wall until the end of forever just because he decided to cover himself with fireflies. )

Okay, maybe I should have thought that out more. ( he huffs a bit to himself, because really, sam, aren't you supposed to know everything? ( why did he hear that in dean's voice ... ) )

Never mind, less isn't more. But you really don't want to catch too many of those guys. They'll make you feel funny.

( that's good enough? he guesses?? )

[fleshing]

But funny is good!

[Sorry Sam. Krieg genuinely doesn't understand the concept of self-restraint - you are, after all, talking to a guy who regularly sets himself on fire to inflict pain on his enemies and uses murder to cope with his own fractured psyche.]

It helps us forget all the bad parts!

[hollowly]

Not this kind of funny. ( he really has a lot to learn about the world you come from, krieg. little does he know that he's already met two other people that come from it, and he needs to make that connection in order to start figuring things out.

but it's that last comment that has him pausing. forgetting the bad parts ... how many times has he tried that for himself? )

There are other ways to forget stuff like that. ( or, to at least try. )

[fleshing]

You know 'em?

[He looks at Sam in rapt awe. What sort of forgetting and alternatives could he offer to a broken little thing like Krieg? He always wants to forget. Back home, he forgot by splitting spines and slicing open bandits and tearing apart loader bots.

Here, he can't very well go apeshit on just anyone. They'll just come back, and what's more, he's made too many friends!]

[hollowly]

( well, at the very least, he's made more friends than he has anything else. ( how many enemies have you made, krieg? )

I guess the best way would be to spend time with friends. Or family. ( or drink yourself into a stupor, but he doesn't think that's the best suggestion given how volatile this guy seems to be.

but he really should start listening to his own advice before giving it. )

[fleshing]

Orrrrrrrr flossing your teeth with a small intestine!

[Oh, shoot. There goes his cute and cuddly angle. Krieg hasn't seemed to have picked up on the fact that there are some things that are just not socially acceptable to yelp about, and that's one of them.]

What if you don't got 'em?

[Family, not friends. He's managed to make friends, against all odds. But family? He doesn't know what that means anymore, not unless you count the friends that have become his adopted murderer-buddies.]

[hollowly]

( flossing your -

krieg what is wrong with you!

that is definitely one of the things that is not acceptable - socially or not - to yelp about. or even mention aloud. because now he has the mental image of such a thing happening and ... he barely manages to keep from throwing up in his mouth a little.

he sure does have the taste of bile on the back of his tongue, now, though. thanks for that. )

It doesn't have to be blood-related. Family's what you make it. ( how true. bobby, ellen and jo, charlie ... they're all a part of his family, even if some of them aren't physically around to be called as much anymore.

but that's neither here nor there. )

[fleshing]

[Krieg hrrms and hums for a bit, seemingly unaware of the rather visceral (eyy) effect his words have had on poor Mr. Winchester.

Then a bright happy glint springs into his one visible eye.]

Like meat-buddies! They ride with you into hell!

[It's probably becoming rapidly clear what kind of person Krieg is, and also what kind of world he hails from.]

Trust 'em with your giblets!