Event Log: Hopesgiving

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Hopesgiving event!
Where: All around the city
When: November 19th-27th
Warnings: People trying to scare you, people trying to give you hope, rubber snakes, kitschy gifts.

On November 19th, the temples of Fear and Hope, always open, begin to glow with a soft light - or darkness, in the case of Fear's. This signals the beginning of the newest event, and at the same time as this happens, new shops appear in the city.

They come in two distinct flavors. One is reminiscent of a certain kind of rather overwrought gift shop - outfitted in light colors, airy and bright, with flowers here and there. In these shops can be found things like figurines, stuffed animals, and crafting supplies. The other kind of shop is darker, outfitted with metal and possibly fake spiderwebs, and might bring to mind the image of the sort of store a disaffected teenager might shop at. In these can be found things like super-scary rubber animals, dolls, and masks.

These are only examples. Exploring these shops will turn up all sorts of things, hopeful and frightening, sincere and cheesy. You might even find something from home, if you look hard enough.

Once you've found or made a token of your hopes or fears, bring it to the appropriate altar and lay it down. The gods will accept your offering, marking it with a brief glow. Remember, anything that has been imbued with more power will be even more appreciated! And how do you do that? Naturally, use it to inspire hope or fear in the other inhabitants of the city. Or, if you'd like, create something with other people. Or don't participate at all and just give other people a hard time. Whatever, man, you do you.

► This log covers November 19th-27th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
► If your character is leaving something on an altar, please respond to the correct thread (Hope and Fear) with a brief description of the item and what they've done, if anything, to imbue it with more power.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

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HOPE'S ALTAR

[lingeringhope]

[divulsion]

[Wanda lays her Avengers uniform jacket on Hope's altar, one with the Avengers emblem on it. She's new enough to the team that perhaps her uniform isn't one to inspire hope, but that Avengers symbol has done that for the world itself and it gives her hope. It seems only fitting to let it rest there as her offering.]

[isacrowd]

[Z isn't used to holy spaces, but she comes inside anyway, heading straight for the altar. She stabds there for a few moments, looking at the morpher in her hand, then the altar, then the morpher again. To her, the morpher is the key to a brighter future. With it, she can fight to save the world and work to make sure no one goes hungry or without shelter. And maybe it's not ideal, maybe they're limited by rules and regulations, but she and the others do what they can. And Sam certainly appreciated it, enough to travel through time to save her and the others from what seemed like the end.

Yes, her morpher got her out of jail and set her on tthe path to make a bigger impact. With a nod, she sets it on Hope's altar.

Now she thinks of the other possibility--her Z necklass. True, it's more nostalgia that makes it so important to her, but it reminds her now of the mysterious figure who saved her life, the mentor who gave her the chance to be part of something bigger. The necklace is from her blood family, and now it's intimately tied to her found family. The feel of the chain and charm remind her that everything will be okay, and that she'll always be able to find her way home.

She undoes the clasp, gathers it into her hand, and holds it over the altar. Quietly, she says,] Let's help each other out. [And she gently places it on the altar, beside her morpher.

For all that she's never been religious, she finds herself praying this will help get her and everyone else home safely.]

[swill]

[Oh he was so bad at this it hurt.

On the altar Hawkeye places a note. A couple notes. Some are neatly written and others mimic chicken scrawl more, but all are careful to not be folded or abused so the words in ink or pencil wouldn't fade with wear.] You never said if you can read, so I hope you can. Otherwise, hit me with some lightning and I'll... I dunno, talk you through it.

[The papers have single words- "Stars", "Friendship", "Letters", "Music", "Dancing", or full musings- "when there's a fresh layer of powder snow and your dad has the fireplace going and there's the smell of cinnamon and spices in the kitchen and you wake up and just know school's out for the day", "the sky's blue and I mean really blue not tinted brown or green like it usually is and the sun's warming every part of you and there's not a dust cloud in the sky", or nonsense- "wind blowing from any direction but the east". But every one is as mundane as Hawkeye could muster. His two favorites would have to be a single drawn red cross and a neatly bolded "Going home".

He also flicks a plastic rose onto the altar. He wished it was real, but maybe it wouldn't matter. Rose for beauty, for love, for patience, and for a world that would some day like their shade of red the best. Maybe. That was the whole 'hope' part of the exercise, though, right?

This whole thing felt stupid, really.]

[lingeringhope]

[On the morning of December 3rd, Hawkeye will find a cookie bouquet next to his bed. Nestled among the cookies is a sphere filled with pale lavender light. Touching it inspires a gentle, hopeful feeling. Tucked in next to it is a folded note, written in elegant handwriting, which reads:]

Break this sphere to receive your power. It will last for three months, beginning today. Use it well.

[vdova]

[ It's a phone. A pretty expensive, nearly brand new one, and Natasha presses the unlock button, swiping the screen. She taps it a few times, brings up a photo of a baby, wearing a black bib with the name 'Nathaniel Pietro Barton' embroidered on it. It's hope for the future, hope that the sacrifices of those who've been lost won't be in vain. It's the hope her best friend gave her when he made a different call, that the red in her ledger could be finally wiped free.

She doesn't say anything. When the ritual is done, she takes her phone and leaves, not looking back. ]

[unknowable]

[The request seems to ask for very personal things - after all, hope is extremely personal. But Adam isn't willing to expose all the things that really give him hope: Gansey's belief, Noah's uncertain support, Ronan's unexpected and impossible affection. He doesn't want to give those things to a god when he doesn't know what might be done with them.

So instead, all he places on the altar is a single oak leaf. Not from one of the trees in the park, but something that slipped from his hand not so long ago. A symbol of magic, of power when Adam had always been powerless. It is hope, to him, even if it isn't everything. It's all he's willing to give.]

[casperdisaster]

[Noah has to do a bit of technology juggling to make this work. First up he queues up the album on his phone that one of the people back in Harborview had sent him. Once he's got that ready to go he sets up a slide show of all of his pictures. They're all photos of his friends, some here, some not. Most smiling. Sometimes not knowing Noah had taken the picture. There's an assortment of other things, too. Their house in Harborview, a pile of gelato containers, his skateboard in various states of work-in-progress pictures as he glitterbombed it. Once he's got both going he hits play on them so the music plays while the pictures slideshow and gently places his phone on the alter.

He finds a comfortable place to sit and just listens to the whole almost hour of the album. The pictures have repeated a couple times by then, which he hopes (ha) is long enough.]

I don't really care about getting the - the thing. I mean, it'd be nice to help my friends, but - if you're keeping us all alive, uh. I hope - ha - that this helps a little? Um, thank you.

[Noah's naturally fearful, but he wants to be hopeful, wants to help Hope, so.]

[64th]

[ she lets most of the week go by before stopping at Hope's altar. she thinks Hope is a dick but she can't walk away from the promise of a reward. that would be stupid.

Cash spends a long time in the gift shop, looking at everything. a lot of objects get picked up for a closer inspection, especially those that aren't immediately familiar to her. call it curious or call it snoopy, but she doesn't think the shop will be here forever and if there's something useful she wants to take it with her.

for the altar, she ultimate settles on a pair of dolls - a boy and a girl dressed in matching blue outfits. the dolls are blonde hair and blue eyed. a little childish, maybe, but she doesn't know of a better way to represent her sibling bond. her brother has always been the only one who mattered to her. she places the dolls carefully on the altar, arranging them so they appear to be holding hands. ]

[baths]

[ for sam, hope and friendship go hand in hand. her token is an easy choice, though she takes a few days to make the trip to the temple. it's the blue and purple woven friendship bracelet that she never takes off, not for as long as she's been friends with hannah washington. not until now.

she rolls it off her wrist and places it on the altar with fond memories of better days. hopefully it's enough to help. ]

[fierycharm]

[Most of the week goes by and he tells no one he's been thinking about the conversations he had. It was a joke, something he could barely take seriously, but Mike preferred to believe in what he and others could do themselves, not a couple of gods with some kind of ability toting themselves as gods and asking for stuff.

But things had changed quite a lot since that night on Mt. Washington and the possibility he could be wrong had opened something up in him. It was why he was here now in Hope's alter. He looked over some of the stuff he could find there, but none of it felt like hope to him.

Mike went up to the alter and hesitated before finally taking off the worn air force jacket he'd found in the sanatorium on the mountain. It wasn't his long, but it was a turning point. He'd turned into someone else while wearing that jacket, someone bent on protecting his friends and having hope that they'd see the morning and rescue. And he'd killed himself in it, hoping he'd save his friends by taking the monsters out with him.

And he liked to think his friends relied on him for hope that night as much as he did on them.]

I'm crap at pictures and I didn't like any of the rocks I found, so I guess the jacket's gonna have to do.