circumitus: She literally cut my boxers off with a 8" chef's knife and had her way with me. (tomorrow never knows)
Reybama ([personal profile] circumitus) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-04-10 06:29 pm
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you can't wake up, this is not a dream [OPEN]

Who: Rey and anyone willing to deal with her crazy ass.
What: Now that the madness of the thrilling citysplit adventure hour is over, Rey attempts to deal with the aftermath of her outburst and attempted murder during Love's return... in a rather not-so-wholesome way.
Where: Robot House and the Old Bar.
When: Catch-all log for April!
Warnings: Colorful language and maybe some allusions of the sexual kind. Will update if necessary!

I. First Spiral Neighborhood; House 1401

To probably no one's surprise, Rey hasn't been feeling very social lately. Even the rejoining of the city doesn't have her rushing towards friends and acquaintances, especially not the ones she had cursed out not long before everything went to hell.

She should be grateful. Things are okay. For once, it didn't seem as though the entire fucking sky was falling.

Then why did it still feel so bad?

Nick's in one piece, as are Bianca and Firo. Russia... She hasn't heard from Russia since the city came back together, but he is usually the one to seek her out instead of the other way around.

In any case, she doesn't leave her room all that much, and she's been more or less totally absent from the Guard. Most of her time has been spent in her room, curled up sleeplessly in various corners of her room. When the gods announce their revelry consisting of feats, racing, and musical celebration, there is still very little sign sign of Rey where she keeps herself scarce.

Whether you bother to knock, help yourself inside, or take a peek through the window over the ground level balcony, Rey isn't accepting any visitors. That doesn't mean that those more persistent aren't willing to endeavor to try, though.

It isn't that one finds her injured. The more serious wounds she bears have long since healed, and what remains are scars deeper than the ones that can be seen. But that's usually the case with her.

II. Old Bar

When Rey isn't being dead to the world, she is tending to the restoration of the old bar. What had once been an establishment founded by Sally Malik has now come under the care of Rey, along with a few like-minded individuals calling themselves Ned and Jacob.

Though hardly the sole proprietor of the place, it seems to be the location Rey is most likely to haunt over the weeks following the city's reunion. Sometimes she's arranging some new furniture and decor, while others she is working on producing more liquor and wine to ferment.

These things take time. At the risk of leaving the city bar-less for long in the wake of Delight's reluctance to bring hers back, this is their best alternative.

So far, anyway.

Besides, it's good to have a hobby, isn't it?

III. Wildcard

[ooc: You know the drill. Have something different you'd like? Pick a contact, any contact! And I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Beep!]
skelebro: (once upon a time)

old bar

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-04-11 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
He ends up crashed out here, 'cause of course he does. 'Cause pickin' his way back home would be - a little too immediate, feels like. A little too familiar. He don't quite mean to simply doze into oblivion when he ends up here, nor does he actually mean to end up at the bar itself.

But end up there he does. Scrapes up a chair, plonks his coccyx into one of the seats, and is almost immediately out like a light.

It's a fitful rest at best. He keeps seeing a lotta things behind closed sockets: kids falling from walls, faces slit open in wide, reddened grins; a high scream of claws and teeth hitching into skin as she told him go because she'd cover him; a buzzing, static-torn message that barely gets through, that must'a been important, only he only catches a handful of it. A patient, bright smile atop a skull that inevitably becomes parted from its body, the headless spine waving uselessly among the ice and snow before it folds to dust and takes the vibrant arc of red with it.

He jerks awake with a start, periodically, unable to catch more than an hour or so at a time. Place is mostly empty. Mostly.

Thank god for that.
skelebro: (know what they say about hindsight)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-04-11 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
He's kinda...forgotten. That their last conversation ended so badly. Ended with her dropping threats, being righteously pissed at his attempts to cool things down. Maybe she should be. Weren't any right of his to intervene, was it? That's what happens when you give a damn. That's what happens when you try.

The light in one eyesocket narrows in on the peculiar carved shapes of animal heads for a long moment before he responds.

"They call it a nightcap for a reason." The wit jumps easy to his proverbial tongue as he flicks at a bottlecap lying atop the counter with the tip of one phalanx, winking.
skelebro: (im the guy who sucks)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-04-12 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Uh-huh. Definitely seems like she's still sore after that little exchange. Too bad it's takin' him a minute or two to scrape together what reason she'd have to be especially huffy at him in general. It's been a wild coupl'a weeks, all right? Spent most of that time stressing about erstwhile children and trying to fix a goddamn magical generator. Or gettin' in Alphys's way while she fixed it.

"Just takin' a union-regulated break." That joke don't really work when he don't have a job the same way Rey has her unofficial establishment here, but why not, right? Everyone loves a classic.

Almost everyone, anyway.
skelebro: (that so)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-04-12 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, you're lookin' real busy right about now. What with the evening crowd rushin' in and all."

It's completely devoid of bite, more along the lines of witty commentary than anything else. Point being that whatever work needs to be done, he don't think that it's a real pressing issue. More liable to be an excuse to shunt him on outta here.

Means things still ain't falling back to their typical back-and-forth. Which is, uh, kind of a problem. Technically speaking.

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so_dark_a_road: (in a more honorable light)

II -- Old Bar

[personal profile] so_dark_a_road 2017-04-11 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
Curufn has heard a rumor (from one of the gods) that someone might be trying to pull together an alternative to Delight's Bar. He locates the place and nudges the door open. "Anyone home?" he calls.
so_dark_a_road: (flickers of light)

[personal profile] so_dark_a_road 2017-04-12 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
"No one but chickens. . . ???"

But then, he grins. "Oh, you mean to compare this place to a chicken coop, metaphorically? How poetic."

"How are you? We haven't spoken in a while." From the way she looks, he guesses she's been through the ringer. (An expression an Elf could safely use, since their domestic technology, I'm afraid, hadn't gotten past the washtub with a hand-crank clothes-wringer mounted on its side.)
Edited 2017-04-12 08:17 (UTC)
so_dark_a_road: (they came in the dead of winter)

[personal profile] so_dark_a_road 2017-04-20 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't worry about social grace. In his own world, he didn't exactly have a reputation for it.

"I heard that those of you who were on the west side had to blow up the tunnels to kill the creatures. Sounds productive to me!"

He sniffs the air delicately. "I smell alcohol. You're already stocking the place?"

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wormintheglass: (above all this)


[personal profile] wormintheglass 2017-04-11 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Bianca lets herself in. She holds her head high, and refuses to let her moments of abject, miserable terror inform her actions. No one witnessed it, therefore it never happened. She is gaunt and limping a little, but mostly unhurt.

When she finds Rey, she stares for a moment, and can find nothing worth speaking out of the rat's nest of emotions behind her eyes. In the end she just sinks down, a slow motion surrender, and folds herself onto the floor with her head resting on Rey's legs.
wormintheglass: (melancholy)

[personal profile] wormintheglass 2017-04-11 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
She doesn't even need Rey to move or speak. It's enough to feel the warmth of her skin, the weight of her limbs, the soot and sulphur scent of her.

When Rey touches her head, she arches up, pressing herself into the touch, and it's a long time before she answers, as though she'd forgotten what her voice was for.

"I thought - Was it very bad? On your side?"
wormintheglass: (lineface)

[personal profile] wormintheglass 2017-04-11 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
It's the mention of Fear that sparks another recollection. Bianca sits up, abruptly animated.

"He's been shifting this entire city from planet to planet for - who knows how long. I ought to have known. I ought to have been able to feel it, Rey! Every time I start feeling - every time I start to become reconciled to captivity, something comes along to remind me. I couldn't tell. I don't mind so much, not being able to tell when. But this!"
Edited (literally just adding more italics) 2017-04-11 19:20 (UTC)

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[personal profile] sciencelizard 2017-04-12 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Alphys spends a little bit of time being dead to the world too; after that last literal world-shakeup, I don't think anyone could blame them, even if she didn't quite exhaust herself fighting. Eventually, she's all but forced out of the house because of hunger, and after picking around the shops and the city, she ends up poking her head into the structure.

She'd heard there was another bar-- well, she had never gone to the first, so there was little point of comparison-- but this one seemed just as nice. Alphys steps in tentatively, finally spotting Rey and giving a gentle wave in her direction.

"Hey-- s-sorry, am I, uhm, interrupting, or anything?"
sciencelizard: (« [Giggle] (´∀`))

[personal profile] sciencelizard 2017-04-19 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Despite herself, Alphys giggles as she sees Rey doing this, getting as far as a rather ugly snort before she smacks a hand over her mouth to stop the persistent flow of laughter. God, that was cute.

"S-Sure! You've been, uhm, making them here?" She approaches, still as cautious as ever, but takes the glass from Rey's offering hand. "I thought only Delight, uhm, stocked the liquor."
sciencelizard: (« [Study] slime snails & puppy dog tails)

[personal profile] sciencelizard 2017-04-25 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Alphys also takes a small sip, tilting her head a bit as she thinks about the flavors. Human food and drink always tastes a little foreign to her- thankfully, unlike Sans, she can eat it just fine without other changes, but the flavor is always something new.

"Well, uhm, o-of course. I mean, back in the Underground, we had to make our own stuff like this, uhm, t-too. It was just never, uh, my area of expertise." A chemist, possibly, could figure out something like that, but she has never been anything even resembling a chemist. "Doing all that just seems so, uh... delicate? I mean, I know, uh, precision, and s-stuff like that, but... working with food always seemed so, uhm, complicated. Like you could ruin any of it so easily."

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