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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-08-13 09:45 am

Event Log: Beetlejuice

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Beetlejuice event!
Where: All around the city
When: August 13th-August 18th
Warnings: Scary stories to tell in the dark! Maybe a few goosebumps? Taking a walk or two down Fear Street.

When you wake up on the morning of August 13th - well, you'll notice that morning just doesn't really happen. The light that usually illuminates the cave doesn't start coming on, leaving things as dark as night. As if that's not enough, the light switches don't seem to work either. No matter how many times you flip them, the lights won't come on, although mysteriously the other appliances work as normal.

Afraid of the dark? Don't worry! You have oh-so-kindly been provided with lanterns, candles, and flashlights that sure do love to flicker just when you least want to be terrified. Hey, it's something, right?

Just as you begin to realize the artificial 'sun' isn't coming up, Fear appears to make an announcement to the network. What's not fun about scary stories when you're stuck in a dark cave surrounded by monsters? Nothing, that's what! So have fun, everyone - terrify your friends with that story about a cactus filled with spiders, try that classic scarecrow-falling-from-the-ceiling prank. It'll be a good time for everyone, especially Fear! We're sure no one will hold anything against you. On the morning of August 18th, the lights will finally come on as usual. Let's hope you don't have any nightmares!

► This log covers August 13th-August 18th.
► 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 scare yourself to death, please let us know here!
circumitus: that's because you have standards... and i have a thing for guys that give me free drugs. (my dad brought home flowers)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-08-14 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Goddammit, and he here all week.

At some point, Sans will be making his routine while Rey happens to be present, attempting to enjoy a drink on the rocks next to a candlelight and relative peace. Her only saving grace is that she is on the far end of the room, in a quiet little corner, where she seems herself too far to notice.

It's an annoyance at first. But then--

Is that... a hotdog?

She squints to make sure, and confirms her suspicion: This skeleton man is fucking insane.

What does that say about her, however, that she happens to be listening to a crazy skeleton doing standup in a dark bar on a shady week? Or that the insanity of the whole situation is just so absurd that it elicits a tiny smile on her otherwise straight-faced visage? Is this real life?
skelebro: (doot doot)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-08-14 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Damn right it's a hotdog. He's knocking them out like usual, to the general symphony of pity-chuckles or groans and the occasional surprised laughter when he lands a good one, when he catches a glimpse of one of those out-of-the-way sorts, you know the type, the type that stay as far back from his routine as possible and pretend they're not listening when they totally, totally are.

More importantly, he catches her smiling.

If that ain't an invitation to get her in on this, he doesn't know what is.

"Hey, I saw that! You tellin' me you're actually enjoying some of these jokes? Ladies, gentlemen, any and all variations thereupon: someone get me a mattress to faint onto, stat. I am shocked. I am appalled. This is a bone-ified rarity."

He'd make a joke about dying happy, but that might be in bad taste. For someone.
circumitus: This is drunk and confused... (this is worse than naked and afraid)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-08-14 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
She totally is, providing the skeleton with her undivided attention despite not making eye contact most of the time.

This changes when Sans calls her out, though. Tearing her eyes from the flickering flame, Rey veers her attention to the makeshift 'stage' that their little performer has made for himself.

"Seems we're all out of mattresses here," Rey says from across the room. "Might one suggest the Trust Game?"

Assuming that skeletons wouldn't just fall to pieces of he ends up hitting the floor.
skelebro: (wanna buy a hotdog)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-08-14 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Funnily enough (or not funnily enough, depending on your grasp and appreciation of dramatic irony), the actual outcome of such an act on his part isn't terribly far off. 1 HP doesn't leave you with a whole lot of room for error, so to speak.

"Trust game. Hmm." He appears to consider the possibility for a few seconds, scratching the base of his jaw. "I dunno how much anyone wants to catch this old bag of bones. I'm told I'm pretty heavy for a skeleton - must be all those hot dogs."

Almost completely as an afterthought, he starts to munch on the 'dog he's got in hand. Somehow, anyway - his mouth doesn't open, but he's certainly chowing down on it with a projected nonchalance.

"Or maybe," he says around a mouthful of 'dog, "I'm just worth the weight."
circumitus: What if cement was really a rainbow color they just secretly paint it grey so as not to distract drivers? (what if...)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-08-15 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"You can't possibly be that heavy."

Coming from the woman who looks like she can make chop suey out of a concrete wall just by punching it, there is some merit to her confidence.

It takes her a moment to properly process the humor in the line he had just delivered, though. "Oh, that was a weight joke, wasn't it?"

Slowly she is catching on. It's not like she's been to that many comedy clubs in her lifetimes -- or any for that matter.
skelebro: (shrugs illustratively)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-08-15 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"'Course it was." Little slow on the uptake - that's fine. He's worked with a lot worse, like a kid whose default expression seems to be the equivalent of three lines dashed across an otherwise quite blank and placid face.

He takes another chomp of his 'dog with effected nonchalance, shifting his weight onto one leg so he can prop the other up on its heel, the toe of his pink slipper stuck carelessly stuck in the air.

"I mean, my brother's always on me to get out more. Says I'm puttin' on too many bones on my bones. But I'll have you know I am a very dedicated exerciser. Why, just the other day I took two whole steps to make it from the bed to the couch!"
circumitus: tall, lanky, uses teeth when giving head, and runs like a giraffe. don't do it, man... (no i know her type)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-08-16 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Times like these, it's too bad that her brother isn't here. Orion would love this shit.

Rey, on the other hand, is... unsure.

"No, that's just sad."

Now, the joke really isn't lost on her. But that would involve acting more like-human and Rey isn't ready to drag down the guise in public (again) just yet. So, one still-somewhat-sober dumb robot, coming right up.
Edited 2016-08-16 02:18 (UTC)
skelebro: (how about sansrise land)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-08-16 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Sleeping is a very serious pastime," says Sans, nonplussed. Every show has got someone who either doesn't get or refuses to get the finer points of self-deprecating humor, and it's usually better to roll with it rather than contest it.

Hell, if life's taught him anything, it's better, far better, to roll with the hits. That's who he is.

"I had to catch up big time after that," he says, directed both at Rey and the general crowd, "couple days at least to recuperate after that little endeavor, can you believe it?"