hadriel_logs | Event Log: Why Do You Have To Be Mad?

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Event Log: Why Do You Have To Be Mad?

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Rage event!
Where: All around the city
When: December 15th-December 20th
Warnings: None! Well, potentially rage-induced destruction and fighting and maybe a tiny bit of murder? So, nothing out of the ordinary.

December is usually a time of festive holiday cheer... unfortunately, Hadriel isn't the sort of place that respects holidays. Rage has decided that it's time she's given her due and has put on another event! Unfortunately for everyone in the city, this event means that all characters are given a particularly aggravating pet peeve that entirely sets them into a flying rage.

See someone sleeping? They're now the object of your ire. See a tall building with a bunch of windows? Suddenly, all those windows need to be smashed. Fights are breaking out with depressing regularity, and a couple of them might be severe enough to injure someone in a bad way.

Look out for your fellow prisoners in Hadriel, and do try to figure out the categorizations of each person's issue fast- falling into these cycles of anger isn't good for anyone and is bound to make someone mad if you treat them wrong. Conversely, instead you can just find someone who has the same loathing as you and let your feelings amplify one another; after all, the best sort of friendship is one that's formed by mutual hatred!

► This log covers December 15th-December 20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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► If you get too caught up in your feelings and start a fight only to see that the person who pissed you off was really good at fighting, or if someone blew up the building you were kinda living in, please let us know here!
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[One of these days Chara was going to have to discover the joys of not giving into sudden impulses.

Today is not that day.

The Rage-induced anger had gone down to a simmer as they had managed to remove, trash or otherwise get rid of any jackets so far. At this point it mostly was just avoiding stores that had clothing in them for...well however long this lasts. Long sleeves such as Chara's own sweater didn't bother them and as long as they could get into stores with food in it they could survive until this stupid event was over.

...and then they see him. Sans. Nowadays that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. While they weren't exactly besties Chara was neutral regarding his existent in Hadriel.

But. But then again, he wore a jacket, apparently Chara's mortal enemy. And Sans was asleep. There wasn't going to be another chance like this. While they weren't going to sneak up on him with a sharp object, a plot begins to form in their mind and Chara begins to move as quietly as they can towards him.

* Chara slinks up close!]

[Between how frequently people have been goin' after him for takin' a snooze now and then - and really, that's just ridiculous. Everyone's entitled to a good, healthy nap or two, ain't they? - Sans is feelin' a bit more sleep-deprived than usual, and therefore not as liable to burst awake at the slightest indication that someone might be creepin' up on him.

Currently, he's sprawled on his back with his hands linked behind his head, merrily drowsing on the grass by the lake. It's a peaceful area, typically.

Typically.]

[Oh totally, everyone is entitled to a nap and Sans can continue having his nap if he wants! Don't mind them...

Now Chara's rage towards jackets didn't always lean towards destroying them. As long as they were ruined in some way everything became Good And Fine as far as Rage went. And perhaps because of recent events Chara was feeling a bit more generous about this - although ask them and they'll deny it to hell and back.

But Sans seems to like the saying about giving kids matches always ends badly. Perhaps dye should also be added to that. Long story short, Chara found color dye and water balloons. Sans can do the math later.

Chara smiles sweetly as they stare down at the sleeping skeleton and raises a water balloon. Sans has until the quiet count of three before they drop it and dye his jacket - and probably the rest of him - in a lovely shade of purple. It comes out in a couple of washes! But still...

Purple's probably a better look for him =)]

[Something splooshes over him and startles him outta sleep immediately. Sans lurches on the spot, takin' a moment to recognize that his, uh...bones and clothes and pretty much everything are now purple.

His first thought is that Alphys and Papyrus have taken things to the next level. His next thought is that he needs to get 'em back before this gets to be embarrassing, and then he looks up and realizes his former conjecture will have to be scrapped on account of it being - completely wrong.

He looks at Chara for a long moment, somehow managing to look mildly offended.

Then:]

What gives, kid?

[For a moment they feel proud they actually managed to make him look offended. Like some sort of Achievement. "Mildly offend the skeleton would could kill you"? Something like that. Whatever.

(And a part of them does feel bad but hahaha, good luck getting Chara to admit that.)

Instead of answering, Chara weights their options.

Option #1: They managed to "get rid" of the jacket so that was done. And hey, it came out and Sans likely knows that there was an event going on. So it probably was pretty easy to explain.

Option #2: He actually is ticked and things won't go that well.

...well there's only one course of action to take. Toss one more water balloon, probably miss and book it as fast as they can. Bye!]

[He's awake enough now to force the water balloon to MISS by default, but the point is that by the time Chara tears off, Sans ain't lying there anymore. He blips on over until he's blocking their way, his expression landing somewhere between a bemused grin and something approaching a grimace.]

Uh...you wanna explain yourself there, kid?

[He shakes a few stray droplets of dye from his phalanges.]

...and why purple?

[They skid to a halt and contemplate throwing another balloon, but they know his dumb dodging skills won't let it hit.

Well, if Chara dies again, they'll say it was totally worth it.]

Purple looks lovely on you.

[They say it as sweetly as possible but it's probably not sincere. And by way of explanation...]

And your jacket frustrates me.

My jacket?

[That is, uh. Not what he was expecting here. He stares at 'em with even more incomprehension than before, and that ain't somethin' he generally likes to display to the public, much less to Chara. But hey, they got him with this one. He's confused.

He glances down at it, plucking at one of the sleeves with pinched phalanges.]

What's, uh...what's wrong with it?

[They're counting that as a point in their favor. That said, Chara does understand the confusion. Someone drops a water balloon on them and then claims it's because of their jacket.

Yeah, not the most clear thing in the world.]

It's gained sentience and keeps going after my sweater. It's really creepy.

[They understand his confusion but that doesn't mean they're going to be clear.]

Uh.

[He looks at the kid. Then back down at his jacket. It's, uh, pretty unobjectionable as far as he can tell. So, uh, yeah. What gives?]

You feelin' all right there, kid? You sure Alphys or Papyrus didn't put you up to this? A little recreational dunkage in the day keeps the prank war away?

[Are they...

Are they going to be able to fuel Confusion through Sans? That is hilarious! Thank god Chara has a good poker face.]

Perfectly fine Sans. No, Alphys and Papyrus have nothing to do with the state of your jacket. Perhaps you should wash it and see if that returns it to normal because I will be very upset if it continues to go after my sweater. I only have one, you know.

[Are they going to suffer once Sans figures things out? Yes, probably. Do they care? No. No they do not.]

I'm pretty sure my jacket ain't sentient, kid.

[Damn but that smile makes 'em hard to read. Is this how people feel whenever they talk to him? Don't do much in the way of sympathy, but maybe he can finally get where some people are comin' from. Ushahin in particular.]

And pretty sure it didn't go after your sweater. 'Cause, uh...you did kinda douse all of me.

Appropriate retribution. Besides you were wearing it.

[Did he ever take off that jacket? Seriously, was it fused to his bones from a combination of grease, condiments and karma??? These are the important questions here people.

They're going to give him a hint and nothing more. As far as Chara's concerned, it's fun to be on a merry-go-round with Sans.]

Weirder things have happened here, you know. And it's not like feelings suddenly happening is unusual either.

I always wear this jacket.

[And now he's gonna have to wash it. Do you have any idea what that's gonna do to his reputation as a good-for-nothing bag of lazybones? It's gonna tear him apart. Have some perspective, Chara.

But yeah, all right. Now that they mention it, it sure does seem like a lotta people got some hair-triggery things goin' on. A lot more than usual.]

Right. Yeah. I'm guessin', what? Rage?

[Never. They don't need an executioner but that doesn't mean they have to think of said person's reputation.]

Apparently so! And I do mean it, purple is a lovely color on you.

[Chara wonders if it'll stain bone. But let's move things along before the possibility of getting back at them arises.]

I believe that is the case. I had an interesting experience with my jacket earlier and there seem to be a number of people with a rather short fuse today.

[Yeah, 'cause self-control is really somethin' he associates with 'em. Sans gives his newly-dyed jacket sleeves a short shake. Yep, definitely gonna have to chuck this in the wash. And then shower.]

I prefer blue, but thanks for the tip.

What happened to your jacket then?

[Chara is the paragon of self control, what are you talking about? But hey, at least it comes out. Nevermind the effort to do it though.]

It fell, but I'm sure someone managed to find and make use of it.

[Read: they chucked it out the window and probably smacked someone with it. Their golden sticker is going to arrive any day now.]

[So the vicious hatred of jackets has extended to them too. At least they don't discriminate? Then again, Sans kinda trashed up his own house tossin' things through the windows.

Speakin' of which, there's a building with like ten of 'em comin' right up. He doesn't lift a phalanx, but a couple rocks sail through the windows of their own accord without any obvious prompting from Sans.]

Thank heavens for small miracles, huh?

[Look at those rocks sailing without any obvious prompting. Guess even the landscape was starting to hate things. But no, if it was just Sans' jacket they'd be here all day.]

Indeed. Hopefully a water balloon is the only thing that comes after your jacket or other such things.

[Said as if they didn't spot the flying rocks. But at least nobody thus far has decided to take a pair of scissors to it yet.]

[Hey, as long as Chara don't have a problem with it, he don't have a problem with it. Windows are uniformly terrible. And unlike jackets, they're a perfectly reasonable thing to be pissed about.]

I'm guessin' this is your subtle prompting that I should lose the jacket.

[A little destruction is cathartic. Break all the windows you want Sans.]

If you want to. As far as I'm apparently concerned, your jacket is 'ruined'.

[...or maybe not. Chara does have more water balloons in their Inventory and Rage is starting to scratch that itch again.]

Cuttin' corners, are we?

[Hey, he ain't gonna judge there. They're talkin' to someone who's made "cutting corners" an art form.]

Well thanks, kid. Means a lot.

[It's kind of funny that a Rage event is the one where they're not judging each other.]

You're welcome. Besides I find this rather cathartic. There's something rather fun about water balloons.

[Like wondering if someone's going to turn his back long enough to---oh nothing!]

Well, hey. Least they don't hurt anybody.

[So they've graduated from murder to mischievous attacking and damaging of jackets. Not to say he ain't annoyed still, 'cause he is, but this is a development he can get behind.]

[Yes, could be worse. And Rage in this manner was pretty good for letting out stress. Prior to the Underground Chara never played with water balloons. Making up for lost time?]

And the colors are interesting. Pink, blue and so on.

[They draw said pink one out of their Inventory to demonstrate. Chara's far enough that Sans hopefully can't pop the thing. Also one has to question where they found the dye. But anyways, it's all in good fun.]

coming for that jacket buddy =) (1)

rotten dang fang nuts

=) =)

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