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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-03-15 09:55 am

Event Log: Patron Gods

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Patron Gods event!
Where: All around the city
When: March 15th-March 20th
Warnings: The gods choose you! Whether you choose them back is your call.


It's March 15th! Whether or not you've been having a good or a bad week, the gods decided to get together and put all the characters on teams- just like in those gym classes that you always skipped! Whether or not you were the last one picked is up for debate, but until we can figure that particular mystery out, there's another one to mull over... namely, who left that mysterious note in your bedside table/shoe/fishtank? And how did you get a friendship bracelet twined around your wrist?

Regardless, when opened, the letter will say-

'Congratulations! You have been chosen! [God name] thinks you're a great fit for their team! All you have to do is spread their emotion, and you'll get a blessing - and if your team wins, you get the grand prize: one (1) request for each member of the team, no payment required! Or you can band together and request one big thing, it's all up to you! So find your allies, get started, and let's win this thing!'


Whether or not this is for real becomes immediately obvious, as you seem to find yourself yearning to cooperate with your teammates, and maybe feeling a bit competitive toward your foes. Grab a squeaky chicken or a creepy doll or a snowglobe from the shops if you like, and let's get inspiring! Of course, you aren't forced to participate, but have fun telling your teammates that nobody is going to win their wish because you decided to be a stick in the mud.

Go forth and spread joy! Or sorrow, or scare people, or just really piss them off- but whatever you do, try to have fun and build that sense of community! You're going to need it...

► This log covers March 15th-March 20th.
► 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're just so mad at the gods that you'd rather die than participate, then let us know here!
circumitus: (goddammit you're a loose cannon)

Rey | OTA

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-15 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone once told her that picking up hobbies is important. Variety is the spice of life or some equally hackneyed bullshit like that.

Well, wherever she heard that sort of stuff from, it wasn't a conscious decision Rey had made. When her harmonica endeavors failed spectacularly as she has not a musical note in her soul (or maybe not one befitting of a harmonica), she's decided to try other things instead. Mostly out of boredom than because of tired old idioms.

She wasn't (entirely) lying when she talked about crocheting. Since she had never done it before and she oftentimes finds herself short on clothing material no thanks to her risky lifestyle, she figured she'd take up a related diversion to pass the time a few months back.

Now you could hardly consider her a crochet expert, she has honed her craft better than she did starting out.

After waking up to a letter and a new accessory that day, Rey has been less than inclined to participate. Not out of disrespect for Sorrow, as she has no reason to hold any ill will towards the god, but she just doesn't see the point. Blessings are helpful, sure, but not at the cost of bumming out the people she's with.

And that is exactly why, at random places around the city, one can find a pile of the saddest balls you will ever see. Blue is a fitting color, much like the bracelet around Rey's wrist as she's in the process of weaving more thread together via metal hooks. Her posture is oddly relaxed, slouched in a chair with a leg up on a table of a bar or a crate outside, the other leg sprawled in front of her. How very unladylike.

She maintains an expressionless greeting to anyone passing by or approaching who might regard her. To which she might also answer their silent question by taking one of her blue creations before squeezing it in a calloused hand.

"It's a stress ball," she explains, simple and blasé.
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knifecollecting: (You what-?!)

Re: Rey | OTA

[personal profile] knifecollecting 2017-03-16 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Jo watches Rey for a moment as she crochets, interested in the process. It looks interesting, but she probably wouldn't ever pick it up.

"A stress ball?"
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-18 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
To be fair, Rey had never seen herself picking up such a domestic craft. But hey, sometimes a change in scenery forces one to take a new perspective on their life choices.

"Yes," she says, and tosses the one in hand Jo's way. Think fast. "For stress. Supposedly."
knifecollecting: (You what-?!)

[personal profile] knifecollecting 2017-03-19 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Jo catches the ball with both hands, examining it after a moment.

"Supposedly?"
circumitus: You owe me waffles (sunrise bitch.)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-20 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Le shrug. "Took a while to figure out something so they wouldn't just... break, from crushing it too hard."

Or maybe Rey just undermines her own strength. Also a possibility.
knifecollecting: (You're gonna miss me when I'm gone)

[personal profile] knifecollecting 2017-03-21 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Is that a common problem with you?"

When Jo needs to blow off steam she tends to clean her weapons or drink. It's kind of hard to crush a beer bottle, after all.
circumitus: I CAN QUIT ANY FUCKING TIME I WANT. (i'm not drunk YOU'RE drunk)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-25 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Drinking isn't so relaxing when it takes so damn long for it to actually do anything, and Rey probably isn't the type who should be around weapons when she's stressed. Not that it's ever stopped her before, but... you know. A little ball filled with a cornstarch-like substance ends a day with a lower body count.

"Only on the bad days." Duh.

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[personal profile] queensberry 2017-03-17 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
"A stress ball." Jacob repeats, staring down at her creations like there were the most complicated thing he'd ever laid eyes on. There were a lot of questions, like why they had eyes and a mouth, how were they so vibrantly colored, and how they were so squishy.

He opts out of all of them to carefully select one out of the pile. "What would I have to give you to give one a hat?"
circumitus: - XOXO dad (time to smoke my breakfast)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-18 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Unlike a handful of the city's population and the whole point of this exercise, Rey has yet to experience any hint of competitive edge in her bones.

That is, until now, when the opportunity presents itself just then. She freezes what she's doing, blinking at the man making an offer. An exchange. One thing for another.

A hat? Sure, she could probably do that. But at what cost?

"Easy. Tell a sad story."

Be proud of her, Sorrow.
queensberry: (i throw my plates against the wall)

[personal profile] queensberry 2017-03-19 10:54 am (UTC)(link)
Well, she's certainly going to be sorry this man is her hat customer. Jacob can't spin a story to save his life, but he has enough patience that he's going to sit down and think about an answer to give. He seems to be dedicated to hats and hat accessories.

"Back home, children are shoved in factories where they'd paid less than half of what the adults make. And that's already a laughable wage." He's as sullen as he can muster, which isn't much when he's enjoying how squishy this ball is. "And, well, they're children. Sweet faces, but they've got tiny hands and brains, so they're bound to make mistakes."

He frowns, and holds up one of the balls like it's frowning with him. Just for emphasis. Is this sad yet. "I set foot into one of these places, and it's about as average as it can be. Young boy shovels coal, and a huge slab of metal by the fire falls on him. Almost crushes him under it. Boy cries out, boss comes in, and... what does he do? He asks how long he's going to carry on, cuts his wages, and leaves without so much as permission to send him to the doctor."

That's... as far as he knows, because he went and dealt with that man, so he has to fabricate some grand ending for this story.

"And then he died. Probably."

Brilliant.
circumitus: I CAN QUIT ANY FUCKING TIME I WANT. (i'm not drunk YOU'RE drunk)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-20 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
One has to admire the commitment. Rey wasn't really expecting him to actually sit down and tell her a story. So many people are either trying to win this thing or been so adverse to lending aid to any of the gods, she figured more people would just brush off the mere suggestion.

But not this guy, even making use of the melancholy expression woven into that pathetic blue face. Putting in just about as much effort into this as Rey is in helping Sorrow.

Which is to say, not very much, but that's fair. Neither of them are shedding any tears, but no one ever said that that was a prerequisite.

"Probably," she echoes flatly when he finishes his riveting tale. Then, after a moment, shrugs. "Mm, good enough. Sounds like it was one of those shitty sweatshops."

That's... pretty sad. Right.
queensberry: (porcelain dolls)

[personal profile] queensberry 2017-03-21 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Sweatshops, factories... Had loads of them around the city. Dozens of children all like poor... Tommy." Because that isn't a name he just made up. So sad. He really doesn't know why it's not a tear-jerker.

No, he knows why. This is terrible. He just wants a tiny hat to go with his tiny hat, but hey, he's got originality. "Where does one get the inspiration for these... blobs?"

Don't mind him leaning to start rearranging them. He'll build a nice little scene where they're probably at a sad AA meeting.
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-25 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Rey is crying on the inside. Really.

It's a passing grade, though. Enough for her, anyway. The gods never specified exactly how this was supposed to work, whether they're supposed to be the ones to feel sad or make others depressed. Hell, she could do the latter without even trying -- but she'd rather not.

"Chicago," she says, blinking down at the scene he's setting up with the little things. "There was this antique novelty store that had something like them."

Of course, they didn't provide her much stress relief at the time, either, but it's the... concept that counts? Is that how it works?
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[personal profile] foundafamily 2017-03-17 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Firo grins when he enters the bar to see Rey already there; he always misses being able to walk into Alveare relatively confident that most if not all of his Family and friends would be there.

The smile fades slowly as he notices first Rey's rather, um... sloppy posture (he carefully bounces his eyes to her face and tries to cultivate tunnel vision) and then her... crafting?

She really never seemed like the type.

He picks one of the little balls up and squeezes it in an imitation of her gesture. "A what?"
circumitus: even drones can fly away.... the queen is their slave... (chill out big head)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-18 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, you'd think that the answer would be glaringly obvious in the name itself. Then it occurs to Rey that it could just as easily be construed as a stress inducer rather than a reliever, and she reconsiders her stance on elaborating.

"A stress ball," she repeats, nodding when Firo mimics her own action then. "Don't know. Heard it's supposed to make you less stressed or something."

Or something seems more like it, in this case.
foundafamily: (3.3)

[personal profile] foundafamily 2017-03-19 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Doesn't seem like it can do much of anything." He tosses it up and down experimentally, each time letting it fly up closer to the ceiling. "You couldn't even use this thing for baseball."

He catches the ball one last time and looks back to her. "I didn't know you knitted." Or whatever the hell this all is.
circumitus: If you can't drink cheep beer and whiskey with me, I don't want you. (fuck it)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-20 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Would not recommend using that for a baseball. Not unless you want a face full of cornstarch."

And that would be just terrible.

Her face flushes at Firo's last comment. "It isn't knitting, it's crochet. They're... different." Totally!
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[personal profile] foundafamily 2017-03-21 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Cornstarch?" No, no he does not want that. He eyes his little stress ball suspiciously before he resumes tossing it again.

"They are? Look the same to me--not that I'm an expert on this kinda thing."

He raises both eyebrows at her, because apparently she is. Want to explain that, Rey?
circumitus: I CAN QUIT ANY FUCKING TIME I WANT. (i'm not drunk YOU'RE drunk)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-21 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
She nods. "Gives the ball a tougher texture. Some of the other ones are squishier because they're filled with rice."

Give it a shot, Firo. You might find yourself surprised with catharsis.

"You use a perfectly practical and versatile hook for crochet. Knitting requires stupid, useless needles," Rey explains, shamelessly indignant.

Duh, Firo. Get with it. Those two are very different craft forms and one is very much more girly than the other!

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[personal profile] manofmettle 2017-03-17 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
It's just Day 2 of the event, and Danse already feels like his nerves are being shredded viciously. Losing sleep at night was reducing his ability to keep his cool, and the pranks are really starting to get to him. Why does he attract all the assholes.

To top it all off, that feeling of being watched from yesterday? It hasn't gone away. It's possibly the lack of rest and trying not to stress out that's causing his paranoia to act up, but either way it's not a pleasant feeling.

He's relieved when he turns a corner and spots someone that might be the most level-headed person in the entirety of Hadriel. Danse manages a nod and a greeting towards her.

"Good evening, Rey." He'd ask what she's making, but Rey preempts him with an answer. One that doesn't quite explain enough though. Danse raises an eyebrow at the little blue blobs.

"What are stress balls?"
circumitus: I CAN QUIT ANY FUCKING TIME I WANT. (i'm not drunk YOU'RE drunk)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-18 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
How is it that no one around here seems to get the concept of stress balls?

Rather than pressing on that mystery, Rey draws her attention to Danse as he approaches. Although their previous encounter had been somewhat strained given their differing opinion on a mutual third party, she has taken every effort not to let that sully her impression. It's clear that he has his reasons, just as she had hers starting out.

Fortunately, Danse seems just as willing to keep their conversations amicable as well. That is at least a step in the right direction.

"It's a ball." How very matter-of-fact of her when she points out such an obvious fact. "You're supposed to squish it when you're stressed out. Guess it's a preferable alternative to punching someone in the face."

The latter part she is obviously more inclined towards, but that can't always be an option without making people upset. So stress ball it is.

What does that have to do with sorrow? Well, it's got a sad face, duh.
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[personal profile] manofmettle 2017-03-18 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
She wouldn't be the first person with a synth buddy that he's amiable to. Only the last time, it didn't go so well. Here's hoping that Valentine won't recreate The Institute takes over Everything in Hadriel.

"May I try one?" He gestures at the pile. He's really had a rough day and if he can take out his frustrations on a little ball of crocheted string, why not? He's a sceptic though, because how can squeezing a stressball compare with the glorious satisfaction of socking a pest in the face?
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-21 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
That might be a little difficult when practically everything is magic, but surprises do happen...

"Sure, knock yourself out. You can take it, if you'd like."

It might not be nearly as satisfying as punching someone's throat, but it's a more socially acceptable alternative. Good enough.
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[personal profile] manofmettle 2017-03-21 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you." Plucking one from the pile, Danse curls his hand around the poor thing and clenches his fist hard. Seconds pass. His expectant gaze doesn't leave the squished ball, but after another couple of seconds go by he looks back up to Rey, looking a little confused.

"Am I doing this wrong? I'm afraid I don't feel any less stressed."
circumitus: There's my chippy! (where's my chippy?)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-24 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
She continues her current task while Danse gives her little invention a test run, with less than satisfactory results. Her eyes don't leave the most recent one she's putting together, but just notes Danse out her peripheral vision.

"Don't know. Maybe you should try squishing it harder."

That... might be a bad idea.

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