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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-09-24 09:54 am

Event Log: Dazed and Confused

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Dazed and Confused event!
Where: All around the city
When: September 24th-October 2nd
Warnings: None!


On the 24th of September, you wake up and everything seems pretty normal. You've got to head in for your shift at the guard, or at the clinic, or wherever else people go- maybe you're visiting a friend, maybe you're checking out the library, but either way as soon as you step out onto your street, you're in a foreign location.

No, you haven't been transported anywhere weird. Well, not by anything other than your own two feet. And hey, you could recognize a landmark and know your way back from there! But somehow you turn left instead of right and now everything is confusing again. It's not that the city itself is changing, but rather, it's your ability to take direction and move in the way that you think you should.

On top of all that, of course, is the strange inversion of most abilities. Everything is topsy turvy with your various powers or individual skills, so be on the lookout for some odd changes. Maybe you're usually pretty good at reasoning and now you can't think your way out of a paper bag, or maybe you have fire powers that start shooting icicles instead- either way, it's weird. Hopefully you can deal with it without injuring yourself too much, but... well, it's kind of difficult to make any guarantees when you can't even find your way to the clinic when you accidentally break something.

► This log covers September 24th-October 2nd.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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► If you walk into the lake and drown or have some other unfortunate mishap, please let us know here!
circumitus: (goddammit you're a loose cannon)

II.

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-25 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
When you find yourself either spontaneously combusting, exuding a thick black substance from your skin, or both, clothes start to become a commodity. Rey had recently made her return home (or a place she believes to be her home. Everything seems to be where she's left it, in any case) with some spare outfits to replace the ones she's incinerated when she found black liquid oozing down her face, over her recently cleaned shirt.

She lost track of how long she had been in the shower, continuously rinsing herself of the black samandrine on her skin. An hour passes, but the water doesn't get any colder. Not that she would notice if it did.

Rather than getting immediately dressed, she wraps herself up in a large towel before trudging towards the laundry room to find some clean clothes.

Only to find a child amongst a pile of laundry that had come out of the dryer.

Rey isn't even mad. She just stares down at the kid, wondering if perhaps her mind is playing tricks on her again or if this is actually happening.

After a moment, she nudges the child with her bare foot. It's not the nicest way to try and wake someone up, but at least she isn't outright kicking them. Though admittedly, it is rather tempting, if only because a lingering presence in the back of her mind would have caroused in such boorish behavior.
save_theworld: (Unsure if Frisk-approved.)

II.

[personal profile] save_theworld 2016-09-25 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
They do vaguely take note of the sound of pipes filtering water up through the building, and the distant (but not that distant) sound of water hitting tiles. They know it's not Chara, about as well as they know this isn't actually their apartment; it's a little too clean, and the bedroom looks nothing like their own.

Still, they're exhausted. And as often as they've been bleeding (bleeding out, bleeding slowly, spraying it over everything near them like some sort of morbid paint) none of it sticks or says anywhere, gone as soon as the wounds from whatever SAVE their body is accessing is done.

Sleeping, in comparison to that, is bliss.

Which is amazing, because they only get about two minutes before a foot nudges them in the side. It's with some reluctance that they glance up, not even slightly inclined to move- partially from that well earned exhaustion stealing the energy from their limbs, and partially because the clothes resting on top of them might hide things, should they begin to occur again. It's a familiar face, which is nice. At least she'll let them explain.

"Hello again."
circumitus: We know how you feel. (kid you're lost in the wheel)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-25 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Not expecting any visitors and not having seen her roommate in a while, Rey's hand clasps around the top of the towel that's covering her. Water still drips from the sharp tips of hair, down her expressionless scarred face and her neck.

Considering that she has ended up in similar predicaments as Frisk, she doesn't begin to question what the kid is doing in her house. Assuming that this is her house. (Spoilers: It actually is her house this time.)

So she cuts to the chase instead.

"There are better places to sleep, you know."

The couch. The beds upstairs. But hey, who is Rey to judge someone that prefers some clean, warm towels when she tends to sleep sitting upright on the floor?
save_theworld: (is it rly frisk tho)

[personal profile] save_theworld 2016-09-25 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
(Spoilers: thank god.)

If they see anything wrong with her state of attire, Frisk's not saying anything about it. Nor do they mention the scars, though from underneath thick lashes, they still take note, reluctantly sitting up with one of the recently tumble-dried towels draped about their shoulders.

It's warm. The heat feels good for more than one reason.

"Towels are nice too." Less an argument than a statement of fact, though they do see her point. Hasn't she ever read Goldilocks and the Three Bears, though? People get awful made when they find out somebody's been sleeping in their bed.

"Can I sleep here, a little bit? I won't be loud."
circumitus: - XOXO dad (time to smoke my breakfast)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-25 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Hardly a prudish one, Rey just makes her way to the dryer, picking out a clean outfit that hasn't (yet) suffered from one of her fiery bursts. She glances to Frisk before she turns to leave, mulling over their request.

"Sure, take your time. Am not planning on going anywhere."

Poor kid looks pretty tired. Rey doesn't sleep much, but she isn't immune to exhaustion herself.

Hunger, too. Her stomach rumbles, as she can't recall the last time she's eaten. Seems that she's been forgetting a lot of things lately, such as how long it's been since she went out to look for Nick.

Whatever. For now, she may as well grab a bite of whatever's left in their fridge. After she's changed into a proper set of clothes in the bathroom.

Some time later, Frisk will hear sounds of metal and glass tinking around in the kitchen area.
save_theworld: (defaulticus firskitus)

[personal profile] save_theworld 2016-10-06 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
With permission given, Frisk takes no time in curling back up again, listening to the sounds of Rey moving about the apartment with a little more focus than prior. Their entire body is itching for more sleep- it feels like they've barely been out for more than two minutes- but...

Nothing happens. After a while, they just give up, staying still and bearing through their-- episodes without complaint, taking note of the widening gap between this one and the last before deciding it's safe to get up.

They want to know what she's doing. Small feet in equally small shoes scuff against the floor, politely announcing their presence, just so she doesn't get scared when she realizes they're there.
circumitus: We know how you feel. (kid you're lost in the wheel)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-10-09 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
The scent of some kind of cooked meat wafts throughout the living area, though it doesn't carry the particular smell of chicken or steak. Because it's a very particular meat.

Rey doesn't get scared when she hears Frisk shuffling out of the laundry room, but she keeps her focus on her current task: Flipping the seasoned meat to reveal a hint of scales along the side.

"Don't suppose you've ever had snake before."

Assuming that they had snakes in this Underground that they're from.
save_theworld: (smells good looks good is good)

[personal profile] save_theworld 2016-10-09 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
It makes them wrinkle their nose, but far be it for them to be dissuaded. When food is on the line, they're always ready to step up, slowly shaking their head as they venture closer, bolstered by the acknowledgement.

They didn't have snakes in the Underground- or at least, Frisk is fairly certain they wouldn't be the type of snakes that are edible. If the smell is anything to go by, Rey isn't suggesting the sweet kind, either.

"No. Can I help?"

They are, after all, a very uninvited guest.
circumitus: I honestly wish I could say that I was surprised. (so you threw a sword at me last night)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-11-22 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Uninvited, yes. But that doesn't make them unwelcome. After the incident with Nick shooting her in the leg (an injury that's mostly healed by now), she's almost relieved by the company and that it wasn't her roommate she'd found instead.

She blinks at Frisk's offer. "Sure, why not. Still need to cook the noodles and prep the vegetables." Then, muttering more to herself than to anyone: "Probably should've done that before the snake, actually..."

A worldly renown chef, she is not. Moreover, she learned a variation of this dish from her brother, when she needed to think of simple, easy-to-make meals that didn't require a lot of time and ingredients to cook up.

"Making stir-fry, by the way," she adds.

Stir-fry with snake. How refined.
save_theworld: (ur filled with cleanination)

[personal profile] save_theworld 2016-11-25 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Stir fry. Now that is something they can help with. Straightening, they give her an enthusiastic nod, rolling up their sleeves as they skirt past her to the sink. Hygiene is important.

"I can cut the vegetables- I'm good at that."

They're an expert with knives, actually.
circumitus: I just sneezed into a candle and started a fire. (drunk is not a location)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-11-26 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Not once does it occur to Rey not to put the kid in charge of using sharp implements. This is how you supervise as an adult, right? And she's supervising. Sort of.

She moves out of the way a bit, shuffling so as to keep the weight off her not-so-good leg. Though her high pain threshold and ability to heal faster than a human prevails, she'd rather not exacerbate the mending tissue. It wasn't like she had the tools to get the bullet out (and doesn't trust herself to handle it in her current mental state), so her body is still breaking it down.

"Apologies, if it doesn't turn out to be anything gourmet. Am not used to being the one cooking."

Hopefully this doesn't end in burning down the whole neighborhood. It would be just like Rey to do so.
save_theworld: (hey man I lived don't be hatin')

[personal profile] save_theworld 2016-12-10 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Rey isn't someone they know well. Her usual habits, the way she holds herself- all of these things are an unknown, something for Frisk to carefully pick up along the way, when they aren't carefully slicing up vegetables that look something like carrots, but smell like onions.

Still, anyone who apologizes to the person who broke into their house and napped in their clean laundry can't be that bad.

"It's okay; I'm not that good at cooking either." Tap tap tap, goes the knife against the chopping board. Carrot-like it may be, but no vegetable can resist a sharp edged blade and a good amount of force. They give the lonely end of the vegetable a gentle, consolatory pat, before finding the bin and tossing it out. "Me and my roommate have to cook every night, but we just make stir fry and stew."
circumitus: Because you're marine grade... You rascal. (you need 400 proof or marine proof)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-12-24 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Regardless of its look and taste, a vegetable is still a vegetable. In the end, Rey is fairly certain that it will taste just as well. Not like she has a cookbook to follow by, anyway. In her experience, stir-fry tends to be a hodgepodge of whatever sounds good.

And now, some spices ought to be good. Snakes don't taste much like chicken as she has heard so commonly. Maybe people just default to chicken when they can't identify the flavor. Rather, the meat carries a more fishy scent than any hint of poultry.

After tapping on some sort of curry-like powder, she waits for the meat to cook. Glancing out the corner of her eye at the child, skillfully cutting away with the knife.

"Doesn't get boring if you change things up a bit sometimes. Been all over the world before coming here, so was able to pick up on a few recipes from place to place."

Not that Rey had a sense of taste at the time to know whether she'd appreciate them or not. But she isn't very picky now.
save_theworld: (gonna touch the butt)

[personal profile] save_theworld 2016-12-28 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Unable (or perhaps simply smart enough to realize it's not a good idea) to take their eyes from their task, Frisk nods in answer, straightening somewhat at the new source of information. Things are definitely better when you spice things up.

They remember a lot of frozen meals. Lasagnas and chips, always chips. Chips with tomato sauce, or packet gravy. Packets of noodles. They weren't allowed to use the stove, but some nights-

Some nights, you just have to take care of yourself.

"...Can you show me some?" Variety is the spice of life. Perhaps that's why they'd yet to get sick of food in the Underground, no matter how repetitive the world attempted to make it. Good food, bad laughs- friends, sometimes. It wasn't something anyone could get sick of, no matter how many times they'd found them.
circumitus: I CAN QUIT ANY FUCKING TIME I WANT. (i'm not drunk YOU'RE drunk)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-01-10 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
While Rey hardly deems herself a student of the culinary world, and thus hardly qualified to teach foreign recipes... she has never really tried it to say how awful she'd be. It can't be any worse than telling rookie soldiers what to do, right?

"Mm. Don't see why not," she says simply, with a shrug. "Have been to places where they even made some elaborate dishes out of bugs. Too bad there aren't any here."

Save for the fireflies, and bees. But people would be pretty upset about losing the happy bugs to such a method, and Bianca would give her grief for using the latter.

Maybe she needs to have a word with Delight or Hope about this. Hakuna matata, motherfuckers.
save_theworld: (❤ it's pretty good right?)

[personal profile] save_theworld 2017-01-14 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes.

Another child would, perhaps, make a more vibrant display of their glee. Clap their hands together, whoop aloud- Frisk makes no such nuisance of themself. A grin takes over their expression for a moment, tucked behind their sleeve until they have control of it. Rey gets an approving nod, a more moderately placed smile; something safely within the realm of under control, and nowhere close to implying they're about to act out.

After all, she could take it back at any time.

"My mom liked cooking with snails." Which had been a surprise, the first time. One quickly gets used to such things, when hanging around long enough meant being reintroduced to the same dishes over and over again. "I can help you find some?"
circumitus: I honestly wish I could say that I was surprised. (so you threw a sword at me last night)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-01-18 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Having an embarrassingly lack of experience with children, Rey just assumes that this is normal. Muscovy isn't that much livelier when he is happy.

...

It's very possible that Rey might need a better reference on what a normal child is.

"Snails?" What are we now, French? "Mm. Escargot are seen as delicacies in some places. Should be careful about which ones you eat and how you eat them, though. They can carry parasites that live on brain tissue."

Nasty stuff. No one wants rat lungworms in their brain.
save_theworld: (?! B[)

[personal profile] save_theworld 2017-01-26 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Muscovy sounds like a perfect example of a normal, happy child. There are no issues here.

"...They do?" And that, right there, would be the most disturbing revelation from this day. They've 'died' multiple times, watched lacerations appear on their skin without a word- their clothes soak in their own blood and the resounding clickof space and time as everything sets back, and it's just them again- but that?

Did mom- did Toriel know about that? Maybe...maybe not. Maybe she never realized. The more they think about it, the more disturbed Frisk is.

"How can you tell?"
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-01-29 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
None whatsoever. Muscovy is perfect the way he is. Save for the stalking thing. And the part where he suggested threatening Rey's girlfriend. Otherwise, what a stand up kid.

"Hard to tell, really, and you can't really see them just by looking," she explains in the best way she can. "Mostly just make sure you don't eat them raw, or undercooked, just like you would with a carnivorous animal. Parasites can usually die off in boiling water."

Every day is a school day, apparently.
save_theworld: (❤ Still wanna waste)

[personal profile] save_theworld 2017-02-08 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds like an absolute winner, in Frisk's book.

"Oh..." Toriel used fire magic on them; that's got to be okay, right? Unless it doesn't count, and she didn't know... Frisk squirms a little, distinctly uncomfortable under the weight of this new revelation.

"What if they're in your brain already?"
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 2017-02-12 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Killing with fire works wonders.

Rey gives pause at Frisk's question, trying to remember what she's learned about the condition.

"There are some treatments, provided it's taken care of early on. Preferably before any permanent brain damage can take hold. That'd be a day ruiner."

Yes, finding out that a parasite is eating tunnels into your brain would ruin anyone's day.
save_theworld: (❤ Through the night)

[personal profile] save_theworld 2017-02-12 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
All this probably means going to the clinic.

It's immediately, in Frisk's mind, a very bad idea. If they do have parasites in their brain, then someone's gonna want to know how they got there. If they don't, then they would've wasted someone's time.

They may just have to live with the possibility of brain parasites, making holes in their thinkspace until they die.

How comforting.

"How long does it take for brain parasites to kill you?"
circumitus: - XOXO dad (time to smoke my breakfast)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-02-19 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't quite occur to Rey that she just might be sowing unnecessary seeds of alarm in Frisk's head. After all, it isn't like she's ever seen stray snails in the city, so she doubts that the kid would be able to just pick up any old mollusc for dinner.

Hindsight is 20/20.

"Mm, think it takes about a week for an adult. Depends on age."

The young and elderly tend to have a harder time with sickness and disease.
save_theworld: (Sup? This is FrisKitaL)

[personal profile] save_theworld 2017-02-22 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
Okay. Okay.

So then, if they're half (less than, honestly) of an adult, and it takes a week for an adult... then they would've died about...three days later? Four? Maths might not be their strongest point, but the equation is fairly simple. And maybe if they were still in the Underground, they'd be worried- but then, did they have snail pie, the last time? Frisk can't remember, and it's been longer than three days since they got here...

It takes a minute of silent contemplation, but eventually, Frisk reaches a conclusion. They share it as well, an almost satisfied statement-

"Then I don't have parasites in my brain." With so small amount of relief.
circumitus: I ONLY KNOW HOLA. (EVERYONE IS SPEAKING SPANISH)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-02-25 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
It's okay, Frisk. We can't all be Einsteins.

She raises a brow, giving the child a peculiar look. "Why would you think--?"

Oh. Right. The implications she might have been giving them then starts to dawn on her.

"No, wouldn't worry about you having parasites in your brain." She pauses. "Um. Apologies."

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