hadriel_logs | Event Log: Extinction V.2

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Event Log: Extinction V.2

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Extinction event!
Where: All around the city
When: July 22nd-July 29th
Warnings: Fighting, the cruel slaughter of innocent monsters who definitely don't want to eat you, wholesale destruction, and maybe some painting

On July 22nd, Hope puts the call out for a little help with this monster problem he's been having - for the second time. In exchange for some prizes, he'd like you to go into the caves and kill him a few monsters! He'll be keeping an eye out and rewarding you for each kill, so grab a friend and a sword and get to work. Just try not to get lost in the caves - they're pretty extensive, and no one seems to have a decent map. Also, you know. They're full of slavering hellbeasts.

If you're not a fighter, don't worry! Hope also wants to clean things up around the city a little. There'll be caches of cleaning supplies, tools, paint, and other various piece of beautifying equipment available to find in the shops, and he plans to reward people for the time and effort they put in there, too! His sense of artistry is not particularly advanced, so don't worry about impressing him. You'll probably get an A for effort regardless.

For those characters participating in the beautifying portion of the event, please comment here with a brief description of what your character will be doing - for example 'painting three buildings and cleaning up the roads around the clinic'. If your character will be killing some of the monsters, please comment here and let us know how many they've taken out - for example 'three cacodemons and one troll'. For reference, here is a list of the amount of each monster that can be found in the caves:

Monsters
Bereskarn (10 1)
Blobs (3 1)
Cacodemons (14 0!!!)
Coeurls (4 0!!!)
Deathclaws (6 1)
Hunters (1 0!!!)
Malboros (9 1)
Mimics (11 4)
Rodents of Unusual Size (15 0!!!)
Skulltulas (12 5)
Smokers (5 0!!!)
Taxxons (8 2)
Trolls (12 1)
White Walkers (2 0!!!)
Wraiths (8 6)
Yeti (2 0!!!)

► This log covers July 22nd-July 29th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you happen to lose a monster fight or accidentally drink some paint, please notify us of your death here!

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A. Daytime Cleaning and Planting

[ Honestly, clearing up the city is a good thing for all of them, and not just because Hope asked for it. Gansey has all the strength of a reasonably athletic seventeen year old, and no more than that, but he spends some time working on the rubble on the streets, pushing it off to the side and trying to brush something like a clear track. He starts with the streets outside his own house, and keeps going until there's a decent track from the main street to his home.

Then come the plants. He gathers some that look leafy, some that look flowery, and some that look like nothing he's ever seen before. He also doesn't really know how these plants work, and even whether they're beneficial to each other, so he's just planting them together based on whether their colours match, and hoping for the best. In a place were hope is an actual physical presence, maybe that's even the right way to go about it. Regardless, anywhere that he sees a patch of green that doesn't have any flowers will get some from his stash. By the end, he thinks the roads might look a little better. He won't say no to anyone who'd like to help him along the way. ]

B: Night-time Painting

[ With all that activity, you would think it would be easy enough for Gansey to sleep at night. The truth is, though, it's never all that easy. At least now, he can use the time productively. Even during the hours of darkness, he can be found outside, painting on empty walls and rock faces. He wouldn't exactly call himself an artist, but he has a mind to be helpful here.

On one wall, in the middle of the city, he paints a map. It's approximate, based on his own studies and notes, but it roughly covers what he knows of the streets, and marks out important locations like the temples, the stores, the various spires, and the parts of the city that aren't yet restored. The orchard is represented by tree shapes, and the lake and river by a patch of blue. The area with the Silent Hill darkness is represented in place, with a bright yellow hazard symbol beside it. The caves are marked too, though his map doesn't cover their interior. They're marked with a different hazard symbol, so that newcomers will know to be careful.

Other walls get less involved treatment, though he sticks to what's helpful - signs that point towards stores, which relate to the main map. Hopefully, it will help people find their way around.

This work takes place over a number of nights, slowly building until the end of the week when the main map is finished. Feel free to interrupt at any point during the process, especially if you're failing to sleep as well. ]

[ Jean doesn't sleep much these few nights, acutely aware of where she is, the minds she could accidentally affect if the nightmares come. But she's discovered a way around that for the time being, when she pushes herself past exhaustion and the sleep that comes is blessed, dreamless oblivion.

She roams tonight, intrigued by the systematic whir of thoughts and good intentions. Another night owl is out here, working on things that would benefit this place and the people who've found themselves in it, and she smiles. Despite the horrors she'd witnessed, there still is good in this place -- so much of it, that she cannot help but feel protective over it, too.

She sees him then, painting a map on the wall in the heart of the city, and she watches quietly for a moment before speaking up. ]

Thank you.

[ Gansey turns, surprised by an unfamiliar voice. He'd been quite engrossed in his work, and hadn't even noticed her approach. Now that he sees her, he smiles, and rubs a splodge of paint from his forehead. That's very unseemly, and if he'd known he would have company, he would have cleaned up a bit. ]

Oh, you're welcome. I hope it helps. I wanted this sort of thing at first.

[ There had been no maps when he arrived. That's why he'd set to work on one. ]

Granted, they do keep changing things. If I can keep some of the paint around, I can keep adding to it. Gansey, by the way.

[ He turns to her, and seems to consider offering a handshake before he realizes his hand is also paint-splodged. ]

You're new.

[ Not a question. ]

[ Dean's own personal painting is of much less use. Much less. (Though really, a guy can only paint so many dicks before the humor starts to wear off..... no, actually that's not true according to Dean.) But he's not talking about what he's painting in any sort of obvious way: as for Dean this is really only a way of letting off steam. But as he walks back to his spire, he stumbles upon Gansey and the map he's working on and for a good few moments, he simply observes the by far more worthwhile piece of artwork.

As far as he can tell, it seems fairly accurate, too - the most important part of all of it, alongside of its existence. It's a good idea and he nods a few times to himself before he feels the impetus to interrupt and make his presence known. ]

Got yourself a good idea.

[ It's about as accurate as Gansey can make it, without having actual rulers and compasses and suchlike. His memory is decent, though, and he's engaged in enough physical orienteering to be confident of his proportions. He thinks it will be usable. Looking up at Dean, he takes a few steps back beside him. ]

I live in hope. It's not exactly Google Maps, but I thought it might help.

Didn't bother with the caves.

[ At this, he glances briefly towards them. ]

I haven't seen enough of them, and I've heard that they changed shape once before, at any rate. Still, I'd hazard a guess you've seen more of them. If you feel like adding to it...

[Noah's not really got the muscle strength for heavy lifting, and while he's got the moxy for gardening he has a habit of making a bigger mess than necessary for each task. What's a want to be helpful but eternally cowardly spirit boy to do, when he can't fight monsters but his other contributions are limited??

He approaches Gansey when Gansey is reaching a good pause point, holding out a little bagged sandwich and some water.]

Don't work so hard you pass out, I definitely can't carry you.

[ Gansey braces the brush against the road and leans against it. He considers himself to be reasonably fit for his age, but he still feels exhausted now. Noah's offering draws a welcome smile, and he at once holds his hand out for the water. ]

You're my savior in any case. I should've brought a flask or something with me.

[ He takes a long drink, and then steps away from the brush to sit down by the edge of the road. ]

It's heavier work than it looks. Clearing the whole city is going to take forever.

[Noah sits down next to Gansey, legs tucked up against his chest and arms wrapped around them. The city feels so massive - on this side of the river alone, not to mention everything across it. He's not sure they have enough people TO clear it.]

A little bit at a time is the point, I guess. Anyway, what are friends for, right? I sure can't lift a lot of this, lunch delivery is much easier.

[ Gansey refuses to see this as a task that can’t be done. With enough time and application, they can do it – one street at a time, like Noah says. ]

I’d like to make it more habitable again. Not just for us, but…for the ones from before. This was their home once, and if they’re ever going to come back to it, I’d like to have left it in a better state than we found it.

Anyway. Thanks for lunch. [ He takes the sandwich, too, glad of a break despite all that he’s saying. ] Have you seen the others?

I saw Adam doing some painting on my way over. You really think the people who lived here before will be able to come back?

[ Gansey’s expression has turned speculative, but he does smile at Noah. ]

I hope so. If we can be brought back to life here, I’d like to think they could, too. This was their home, and we’re trespassing in it. I want to believe there’s hope for them. It’s terribly sad to think there’s nothing of them left but this ruin.

That's a good point. I bet Hope must like you. [Gansey is particularly adept at finding bright sides when there seemed to be none - but that was his gift after all, finding the previously unfindable. Noah tilts his head to the side, rests his cheek against his knees pulled up against his chest. He smiles thoughtfully.] Do you think they looked human?

[ Gansey smiles a little. ]

I like him. I think he does his best for us, and we don’t always make it easy. I think if we could help him bring back his friends, and his people, then he would help us in return. I don’t know, Noah. I have to believe there’s a way out of this that doesn’t end in violence.

[ Gansey doesn’t want to fight the gods. He knows that others do. He refuses to believe that’s the only way, that there’s no other alternative. He takes another drink, and shrugs his shoulders. ]

I think they were human-like. We’ve seen what they used, after all. Their furniture, their appliances, their clothes. I wish we could see a picture of them.

Whatever happened here, they didn’t deserve to lose everything. If I can help to bring them back, I will.

[Noah doesn't like the idea of fighting anything or anyone, and Hope - while kind of an ass at times - is apparently the one making it so they can do things like breathe. Noah likes breathing.]

I think if anyone could make that happen it'd be you. Let me know if you find anything out, okay? I'd like to help too.

[ Gansey smiles at him. An offer like that from Noah really doesn't surprise him at all. He nods. ]

I wil. Though I don't exactly have a plan for the moment. I just have...hope, I suppose.

[ That seems like a loaded thing to say in a place like this. ]

We've seen and done a lot of impossible things. I'm fairly sure that I am an impossible thing after what Cabeswater did. Maybe we can help this place, now.

[Noah rolls his eyes affectionately.]

You’ve always been an impossible thing, that’s not really new.

[ Gansey looks up at him, with a smile that's altogether fond. ]

I didn't know what I was. And besides, you're one to talk.

[Noah laughs a bit at that, leaning over to bump his shoulder with Gansey's.]

I didn't mean that. I mean like... [Noah sighs, purses his lips seriously, then lets out a breathless sort of giggle.] the quiddity of you. Is that of an impossible thing. Always has been.

[ Gansey grins, and one of his eyebrows lifts. Well, at least Noah's laughing. Even if he's laughing at Gansey, it probably still counts. ]

On reflection, I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not. Are you calling me eccentric, Noah? I won't argue.

I'm just lucky to have found others who are just as strange as me.

See? So you're in good company. You're a beacon for impossible things, attracting them all to you. Being eccentric works well for you, so you'd better not argue.

[ Gansey laughs. ]

I won't. I wouldn't exchange any one of you impossible things. You know I wouldn't.

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