Event Log: Loud Valley

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Loud Valley event!
Where: All around the city
When: August 23rd-August 30th
Warnings: Cute animals, lots of candy, and swanky beats to cheer up with

In the early morning of August 23rd, a siren will sound. No need to worry, this isn't your usual siren- instead of the ear-piercing sounds of the Silent Hill event (thanks, Sharon), the music that plays over the city is a short, happy tune.

Is that a rainbow above the buildings? Why is everything so lush with grass? You wanted water and now candy has popped out of the faucet instead- that's bound to get annoying after awhile. Welcome to the Loud Valley event, which plays nice, happy music, showers you all in flowers, stuffed animals, cake, and smiling emojis, and gives you your very own monster er, companion to play with!

Each character will be getting a companion for the duration of the event, something which, like in Silent Hill, is a reflection of them- but rather than reflecting their fears and flaws, this companion reflects their positive qualities and happiness. The animals will appear to characters when the sirens sound and will be more than happy to just chill out with them, whether by getting some nice pets and cuddles, following them around, or meowing/roaring/barking/hissing/etc at them for some much-needed attention.

Enjoy!

► This log covers August 23rd-August 30th.
► 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 are deathly allergic to happiness, please let us know here!

Comments

sans | by the shops | ota, will match format

[skelebro]

[Well isn't this...positively saccharine. Not like Sans is one to complain, really. He'd presume this is Delight's doing, and he can safely say that he admires her style. This is fantastic.

Sans, for his part, has set up near one of the shops. He seems to have cobbled together some kind of stall from a mixture of empty store shelves and tables, and has elected to hawk lollipops to passersby. It's cool if you don't have currency; he'll accept anything from buttons to pocket lint to your word as an individual that you plan to enjoy the heck out of that lollipop. And honestly, that's only if you catch him while he's awake. He dozes periodically, and won't protest if you snag a couple treats from him without asking.

He's said it before, and it's true: Sans works very hard at being this lazy.

If you come by at the right times, you might catch a glimpse of a fat gray cat lounging about on the stand, draping itself in a series of seemingly-improbable configurations and snoozing away contentedly. It won't take lightly to being disturbed, so it's probably best to leave the feline be.

But it's your prerogative.]

[skelebro]

[One eyesocket cricks open as he watches the little critter plug its way on up the stand. He can't even be annoyed once the thing claims the lollipop as its prize; he's just impressed it got that far.]

Good on you, little buddy.

[And then he lifts his gaze to eye its owner.]

So is this little guy called 'Shade' or 'Gloom' to match?

[skelebro]

[Sans gestures vaguely at the silky-furred gray cat that's currently adopted an indecently boneless sprawl beside the jar of lollipops.]

Looks like we get a little friend for a few days.

['Course, his is about as lazy as he is, which makes it very low maintenance. He's absolutely fine with that, unsurprisingly.]

[skelebro]

Awfully cute, for a mini-you.

[He fishes another lollipop from the jar and waves it vaguely in Shadow's direction.]

Want one?

[prazerbutterfly]

[Tyki was a family man down to the core and the most this place had managed to rob him of was his family. He missed them the most along with at least a decent friend or family member to keep him company. His trusting and adoring public, the money and the comfort were just added perks. He could do without if he just had them.

It was just there all of a sudden the moment the area had changed. One solitary wolf with grey fur and golden eyes that matched his. Being near it made him feel like he belonged like a family. It showed no aggression even to strangers and while he wouldn't have feared it anyways he had allowed it to follow him around. It certainly laid with him whenever he stopped for his own naps or would get up late the following mornings with him.

Right now it was just standing over Sans with a sniff the moment he stopped in front of him as Tyki raised a rather thin brow. This skeleton was really a man after his own heart. If only he could just sleep freely anywhere as a noble and not risk a reputation hit at home.] I don't know how you can doze with the noise.

[skelebro]

[Sans's eyesockets peep open with agonizing slowness as he takes his sweet time adjusting to the sight. He recognizes this guy - Tyki, right? He does not, however, recognize the animal beside him.

Luckily, the cat doesn't seem bothered by the doglike creature, simply huffs quietly through its nose and begins washing its face.

Sans yawns without parting his teeth, rolls one of his shoulders luxuriously as he sits up.]

It's a gift. Years of practice.

[prazerbutterfly]

[It's a pretty big wolf as it stands on all fours half the size of Tyki himself. It was perfect for just leaning back into and dozing off when he wanted to. He felt like he belonged and was part of a family with it.

He looks over at the cat lazying about and snerks quickly to himself.] If only I had the time to perfect it. I find the only time I get to nap is when I sneak away from my duties. Here I have all the time in the world to sleep anywhere I please and yet I can't find the entire want to.

Selling candy?

[skelebro]

When you live with someone who's got no indoor voice, you learn to adapt.

[Granted, his two scientist roommates tend to have almost no volume control when they squabble, so in that regard, it's just like home. Somewhat. It's something, at least.

He'll take it.]

"Selling" is kind of a generous term for it. Your dog want one?

[prazerbutterfly]

It's rather quiet in my room and around me. A little boring on the tradeoff which keeps me out.

[The wolf is definitely concerned with a prospect of a treat now as Tyki moves a hand down to smooth it over its head.] Other than meat I have no idea what this could possibly eat so I don't see why not.

He might wolf the whole thing down if it is a lollipop and I don't remove the stick first.

[skelebro]

[Sans fishes out one that looks like it might be cherry-flavored, or strawberry - something red, in any case. He pauses to chuckle, whether that joke was intentional or not.]

"Wolf" it down. That's good.

[He rips the wrapper off the thing with a neat jerk of two pinched phalanges and offers it to the wolf in question.]

You live alone, then?

[ushahin]

[There's a small wolf pup leaning up against the stand on its hind legs, attempting to stretch itself as far out as it possibly can so that it can sniff the cat it has spotted. Ushahin could stop it...or he could just pick up a lollipop, setting down a peppermint in exchange, and watch this play out.

Raxus, as he has named the pup, stretches further and further until his wet, quivering nose is an inch away from the cat. Less than an inch now. Finally, it succeeds in noisily snuffling the fat cat. If the cat has been disturbed from its slumber, oh well. It was worth it.]

[skelebro]

[Inevitable that they'd bump into each other again. Even now it's difficult to smooth the contours of his thoughts when it comes to Ushahin, his moral stance clouded by the difficulties behind a power one cannot control. And their last conversation had created a sense of...perhaps not kinship, but an approximation thereof. So it was something.

Sans watches the pair idly, only breaking to laugh when the cat's only response is to huff and roll away from the thing, evidently having deemed that course of action the maximum amount of effort it was willing to expend. Little bit too indicative of current events, maybe?

The lights in his eyesockets flick upwards to eye Ushahin with casual interest.]

Is it louder outside or in today?

[ushahin]

[Ushahin is likewise unsure of where he stands with the lazy skeleton. Their last conversation had indicated that at least he's made progress in making himself and his strange powers understood. That was far more than he's been able to do with some others here in Hadriel. He stops sucking on the lollipop long enough to answer.]

Outside. People's minds are quieter when they are content.

[Worries, anger, and other negative emotions required a lot of room to think about them in. Happiness was easier, simply there and present, taken for granted by most experiencing it.

Raxus is encouraged rather than discouraged by this turn of events. He attempts to jump onto the table where the fat creature is lying, but his legs are far too short to make the leap properly. Eventually, he gives up trying to jump, and settles for sitting there, pointedly staring at the cat, trying to will it to come down to the pup's level.]

[skelebro]

I can believe it.

[He accepts the peppermint candy as adequate currency - not like they've got need for an economy here anyway, right? - and slips it into his jacket pocket. He props the ridge of his cheek on his knuckles as he watches Ushahin with his typical placid, smiling neutrality.]

Wouldn't've pegged something so young for you.

[He gestures at the pup idly with a tilt of his chin, a flicker of amusement curling in his expression as he watches it unsuccessfully attempt to lure the cat off the stand. The cat, to its credit, studiously ignores him.]

[ushahin]

[Raxus makes another unsuccessful attempt to jump onto the table. This time, his paws actually make it to the edge, before they lose their grip and he falls back to the ground with a loud Plop! He doesn't let this dissuade him from continuing to try and get at the cat. The more the cat ignores him, the more the pup seems to take this as encouragement to keep on trying.]

I understand why. I was raised by wolves. [He pauses and adds on.] I mean that in a literal sense.

[Knowing this information, some of the things Ushahin does, like having no regard for people's personal boundaries, makes a lot more sense. The Were were more animal than human at the best of times and he'd spent most of his childhood among them. He had been content, if not truly happy, among them, and so it would reflect in his animal being small and young.]

[skelebro]

[The pup's paws scrabble ineffectually against the wood and it'd be kind of adorable to watch if Ushahin's words weren't exponentially more interesting to consider.]

Were ya, now?

[That would explain a few things regarding Ushahin's habits, though Sans's experience with canines tend to be much less predatory and invasive than the average individual.]

And how would you rate that experience? Ca-nine out of ten?

[save_theworld]

[Hey, well at least someone's enjoying himself.

In the meantime, Frisk has never been more uncomfortable than they are right now. There's something almost...movie-esque (like that late night one they saw once, with the wives and all the pastel) about all this; everything's- pleasant.

Almost feels like walking on eggshells.

They're not even remotely comforted by the creature ghosting along behind them. It (she? he?) hasn't left them alone since the moment they stepped out of the spires- but they can't turn back now.

...They're really thirsty.]

Do you have any fried snow?

[A slightly hopeful query at his side. Hope that doesn't jolt you out of your repose, my guy.]

[skelebro]

[Aw, geez. Kid finds him again, like they always do. And for a second, it's like the way things are supposed to be. They find him and he's sitting at his stand and he can say something inane like, hey, why don't we take a break and head over to Grillby's? Pity he never got the opportunity.

Did he?

Well, it's a thought. A useless thought. And they ask him that question that prickles, pulls at something in the posterior of his skull, something he might've asked someone in another time.

Fried snow. Heh. That's a laugh.]

Sorry, kid. Just got these suckers.

[He pulls one out from one of the jars and twirls it between his phalanges. But more pertinent than questions about fried snow that may or may not be little more than a glass of lukewarm water are some rather pertinent queries he has no idea how to lead into.]

How've you been, kiddo? Settlin' in all right?

[save_theworld]

[A soft sigh; they'd thought at much. Frisk will just have to wait out their thirst then; maybe find some bottles somewhere, stick them under their bed for the next time this happens. It can't be good for them.

Can't be good for Chara, either.

Still, for the time being Frisk seems content enough to slouch down beside him, peering up at the jars with some suspicion as they give a nonchalant shrug. How've they been?

They'll add that to the questions no one's ever asked them before.]

Okay. I learned how to make stew.

[skelebro]

Might wanna try pokin' around in some of the shops. Those might have what you're lookin' for.

[He grins as they settle down next to him, trying not to succumb to that instinct to shuffle back, subtly edge away. They ain't exactly the same as their double. They're - well, he's honestly not sure to what extent the two influence each other. If he can hold them culpable for the same things he holds their roommate responsible for.

Cripes, but this is confusing. He needs to work out some kinda system here. But neither of these kids will particularly talk to him straight.

But for now, he props up his chin on his knuckles as he watches them with mild amusement. His cat rolls onto its back, splayed untidily over the makeshift stand's surface.]

Did ya, now? Didn't know you could cook.

[save_theworld]

Mm. We have.

[It's been an experience, that's for sure. With so many places lacking the option to actually put a payment on anything, Frisk's resorted to neatening things up around the shops themselves. Straightening out the streets, clearing what rubble is within their physical strength and stature to shift. It's tough work, and it's obvious that some people don't fully approve of it...

But it's something to do. Working hard- it gives some purpose to all of this. The rest is just too far out of reach for their comprehension. At least they can still have conversations with Sans.

Even with odd creatures lurking nearby. The hyena hasn't taken it's eyes off Frisk for a moment...but then, Frisk isn't inclined to take their eyes off it, either. They haven't decided what to think- friend, or foe?]

We're learning together.

[skelebro]

[Welp, there's no question what "we" is referring to. "We" have been learning. "We're" learning together. So. Guess they really are inseparable. In every meaning of the phrase.

Begs the question, though, if he had any of his equipment here, any of Alphys's technological expertise and the drive to rig up some kinda resonator - if he could figure whether they're both anomalies, or if their improbable combination is the only thing that makes them classifiable as metaspatiotemporal fuck-ups. Sorry, anomalies. Gotta watch his terminology.

That was rude. He kinda hates himself a little for thinking it. But that's nothin' new.

He indicates the animal at the kid's side with the tip of a phalanx.]

Who's your friend?