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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-07-16 10:38 am

Event Log: Stepford Summer

Who: Everyone participating in the event
What: The Stepford Summer event!
Where: Across the city
When: July 16th-July 25th
Warnings: None!

Good morning, neighbor!

On the 16th, everyone wakes up feeling a little more... complete. The sun is shining, your bed is nice and comfortable and when you throw off the blankets, your perfect dog (probably named Spot) is sitting eagerly at your feet, waiting to be fed and walked.

The newspaper smacks against your porch and the paper boy calls out in hello as he cycles off further down the road. Sure, you can't actually read the strange symbols on the paper, but it's nice to have the ritual of it in the first place. Your parent or your sibling or your significant other is busy making pancakes in the kitchen when you come in, filling the room with the smell of delicious cooking. Yum!

The rest of the day is much like this. You straighten your tie, adjust your blazer and head off to work at a normal place, doing normal things. So what if you work with a guy who's actually a demon, or a seven foot tall elf? That's normal, isn't it?

There are cracks in the illusion, of course, but whether you're able to put it together is on you. Why would you want to, anyway? You have so many great relatives and an awesome support system, you're drinking awesome coffee every morning, and maybe you'll treat yourself to some ice cream at night before bed. What could be better?

Certainly not the cave. You don't want to remember that, do you?

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circumitus: that pet you just couldn't keep (putting the dog to sleep)

hospital; sob

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-07-16 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
This is the last place that Rey wants to be. Those murmurs and distant calls and monotonous beeps that go on and on and on, and can't get out of her head, that sick smell of death and medicine clinging to her senses...

Of course, it's a smoky scent that follows her. She's still in her work clothes, the PV firehouse stationwear with its emblem on the back of her shirt. Even when she's not just recently coming from out of a fire, she still carries smoke with her, clinging to her skin and clothes.

It isn't all too busy today, though. Guess Rey has that much to be thankful for. It was quiet the day her mother flatlined as well, so it isn't always a peaceful thing.

She's sitting near the front desk when a patient comes by, trying to humor the receptionist with a joke. Something about his voice is familiar. Did her mother happen to share a room with this man? Maybe. Rey brings a hand to her forehead, both struggling to remember and to try and forget, but the latter just seems too cruel. She doesn't laugh, doesn't smile, not even at the patient's open comic display. But she doesn't cry, either. All her tears are spent.

What now, but to wait while the nurse returns with the remains of her mother's personal belongings? It's why she's here, though she wants nothing more than to put this place far behind her. The smell is already making her sick all over again.
skelebro: ([h] sans boss fight is just a prank war)

BUCKLE UP

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-07-16 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
It's probably a bad business practice to just - presume that if someone's not laughing at your jokes or even rolling their eyes and groaning, that that's just a straight invitation to keep trying to make them laugh.

But hell, he remembers her. He remembers her visiting the lady a few doors down from him. She'd been a hell of a trooper, right up until the end, laughing like nothing was wrong.

Can't remember her name, but he can remember her mom's. Hell of a lady.

He fetches one hand up along the smooth metal of the saline stand, gripping it tight. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough for the strain to pale the skin of knuckles.

"Missed seein' you around here."

Wow, okay, there's probably more auspicious ways to begin a thing like that.
circumitus: I honestly wish I could say that I was surprised. (so you threw a sword at me last night)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-07-19 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Acting like nothing was wrong had all been part of Undine's routine. She handled every treatment, every prognosis as if she was getting a report card. Terrible and nerve wracking, but not the end of the world.

And... now they just are. Her mother's gone, and Rey is still here. Does that really account for much?

It takes her a moment to realize that the man is talking to her, and then when it hits, she feels mixed on the matter.

"Oh." She blinks. "Um, sorry. What was your name again?"

Not like she'd spent much time getting to know people when she had been preoccupied with her mother's condition. Who could blame her?
skelebro: ([h] what up gamers stu here)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-07-19 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Sans." Sans T. Bones. There's a funny ring to a funny name, if he dares say so himself. Feels like the joke didn't land, which - uh, he can't exactly blame her. She just lost her mom. One of those that ended up here who, like most of them who find them wiling aware their final days in a hospital bed, didn't deserve a single ounce of the pain and suffering that she'd had to live with.

And now she's not living with anything at all.

"'Fraid I've...missed yours, too." He shrugs, loosely, chuckling in a way that's both desperately trying to salvage this conversation and fully aware of the fact that such a thing is impossible. "Weird, huh? You see a person often enough and you get to know 'em by sight, but you forget to ask the important questions."