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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?

► This log covers July 16th-25th.
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skelebro: ([h] what up gamers stu here)

sans | ota

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-07-16 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
hospital; if the world's at large, why should i remain?
He’s got no issue with a life like this. It’s not half as bad as the cannula and the hospital blue sweatpants and the surgical face mask would have you believe. Really, what’s not to love? He’s never in as much peril as he would be if he tried striking out on his own, plus he gets free room and board to boot. Sure, hospital food isn’t the best out there, but it’s impressive, in its own way, the number of flavor configurations they can pull from protein powder. Personally, Sans is of the mind that maybe they’ll need someone to assign some more specific flavors to the misleadingly labeled foodstuffs in a professional sense. "Roast beef" yields a taste that’s more reminiscent of a "mashed potato," and the less said about whatever they put into "chocolate pudding," the better.

It’s not all that bad, honestly. It gets to be its worst whenever he puts the doctors through a little scare or two, which racks up at a rate of about once or twice per month. His vitals go a bit screwy and he kinda loses a few days while they scramble to ensure he doesn’t die from whatever bug he might’ve contracted. His respiratory system ain’t the greatest, and his immune system kinda hates his guts too.

Sans T. Bones is recovering from one such scare, still hooked up to a saline stand as he meanders through the bleached white halls. Gotta be grateful for the cannula up his nostrils for this - cuts the smell of disinfectant and antibacterial soap with the sharp tang of plastic. Just a thoroughly appealing cocktail of interesting smells, right there. It’s still a good day for Sans, all things considered: he’s not fatigued enough to need a wheelchair just yet, which is always nice. The pinch of the needle at the back of his hand, the fat blue veins pumping along there, is a discomfort he’s long since learned to adjust to.

There’s nothing good on TV. Is there ever? Maybe the hospital just doesn't have the channels that show things besides static. Very interesting static, sure, but that's not his bag. So for today, Sans has elected to busy himself with his usual means of passing the time - namely, making as many people laugh as he can.

First stop’s the pediatric ward. He pauses to harass the receptionist some, crack some awful jokes her way, but she doesn’t look to be feeling that particular groove today, so he lets her be. Lotta sick kids in a hospital like this, whether it’s something as small as a cold or a broken arm or something more long-term, and they deserve themselves a comedy routine or two, just to take the edge off.

Lord knows he would’ve loved the same, growing up. But then, he had something like that. He had the best brother ever.

But things like that always change.
football field; gonna find another place, maybe one i can stand
He’s off the saline, he’s out of the danger zone, and he’s in the clear. That in and of itself is cause for a little celebration. His eyes are still misty with the last vestiges of whatever sickness he’s still hacking out of his system, but the hastily scribbled smile is firmly in place atop the face mask hooked around his ears. The occasional glance over his shoulder is a clear indication that he probably shouldn’t be out of the hospital at all right now - that is, if the pale blue hospital scrubs, face mask, and stained sweatpants weren’t just as obvious a giveaway.

But all the same, Sans is in a good mood today. He’s survived another dip into the worrisome and come out smelling...well, maybe not rosy, but near enough to it. The quiet clink of sweating beer bottles in the six-pack swinging at his hip is his victory sentence, and he’s hiking his way on down to the high school’s football field to celebrate his continued existence. Maybe he's not technically supposed to have departed from his bed this soon after a potential calamity, but hey - not in trouble if you don't get caught, right?

He's absolutely aiming to celebrate in his own way, and that way is getting drunk on the high school football field like the irresponsible adult he is. He definitely shouldn't be out of the hospital, but if you catch wind of him...you won't tell anyone, will you?
wildcard; but you still got your words and you got your friends
[I'll match prose or brackets! If you want a closed starter, just let me know or smack me on [plurk.com profile] arrpee!]
notimpervious: (genuine expression of happiness)

Dr. Temperance Brennan | mid-event | at school, ota teachers and students | will match format

[personal profile] notimpervious 2017-07-16 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[It has come to your local biology teacher's attention that a fair number of her students are doing poorly in her class. Clearly this means that she must find another teaching method with which to share with everyone the joys of the human skeleton, which is the unit she is currently teaching.

So today, she can be found in her classroom wearing a rather ridiculous and not entirely accurate costume (minus the gloves, those aren't accurate at all, and she is not here for that). It's missing some bones, you see, but that's why you have her! Dr. Brennan's graduate thesis was on human bones, so there is no one more qualified to share your skeleton's secrets with you. (Unless you're not human, in which case she will point you in the direction of the library, where surely the librarian can procure for you a book with diagrams of your particular species's skeleton!)

She wears this get-up all day, so if you don't catch her before or between classes, you will have a chance to see her and strike up a conversation in the teacher's lounge or a hallway or perhaps the parking lot -- or maybe you're her neighbor and catch a glimpse of her at her house before or after heading to school.

Go on ahead and approach her! She will be grinning ear to ear and more than happy to talk bones with you, or other things if you're not a student or don't care about bones. Which you should. :c We're all skeletons on the inside!]
drabsolutelynot: (Doc)

Rosen | OTA

[personal profile] drabsolutelynot 2017-07-16 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[16th-25th ]

Local Gym:

‘Health is a lifestyle choice’, or at least that is what one of the cheesy posters in his waiting room says. Whether or not it is true it is the motto by which Lee lives his life. He may be pushing 61 but his routine hasn’t changed for the past 30 years: 5:30am start. A bowl of shredded wheat and a banana for breakfast. Then off to the local gym for a two-mile swim in their pool by 6:15. And if all goes according to plan he can shower, change, and get to the office by 7:45, ready for his first appointments of the day.

So if you are also an early riser inclined to hitting the gym, you may bump into the local doc either heading to the water or toweling off after a swim. Or perhaps you’d be interested in a good-hearted race in the pool-lane next to his. He’s old but he’ll give you a swim for your money

At Rosen’s General Practice Clinic:

The clinic is bright and inviting and Lee keeps it clean and tidy. The waiting room has the appropriate number of ‘An Apple a Day’-esque decorations, but not so much so that its smothering. More just a playful nod to his profession and a hope to make the children feel more at ease when they have to come in for shots.

Rosen’s personal office is at the back and he can normally be found in a collared shirt and tie all in easter egg color pastels and, of course, his white coat.

The examination room itself has a pair of comfortable arm chairs in addition to the traditional examination bed and a painting of an owl with large glasses much like Rosen’s own hanging in the corner.

Edited 2017-07-16 18:08 (UTC)
circumitus: nope. nopenopenope. nopenope. nope. (cookies need love like everything does)


[personal profile] circumitus 2017-07-16 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: This is going to be a catch-all comment with individual starters below. For more details, feel free to check out Rey's plotting and CR meme comments, or hit me up via any one of these avenues for stuff and things!]
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Firo Prochainezo | ota

[personal profile] foundafamily 2017-07-16 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Anywhere, anytime]

[Wherever you are in your happy town, whenever, there’s a kid stalking down the road toward you. Slouching, hands in his pockets, he may look like he’s in his own little world until he walks right into you. He scowls up at whomever he just bumped into.]

Hey, watch it, will you?

[He’s oddly annoyed, considering there was plenty of space on the street for him to move out of the way… Someone who’s sharp or wary might notice that it’s almost like he went out of his way to run into them.]

[ooc: If you want Firo to pickpocket your character, just mention in the tag what he might grab! Feel free to catch him at it, too.]

[The outskirts or near one of the temples]

[Firo leans against the wall and watches people file past on the street. He hopes that the carefully crafted look of apathy on his face makes him look tough (it probably doesn’t) because the reality is that he’s just bored. So goddamn bored. When you don’t hold down a job, never go to school, and don’t have too many friends, it’s amazing how little you have to fill your day.

So that’s why he’s here right now, people watching.

If he sees someone he knows, he might call out and greet them with a wave.]

[ooc: Will match format. If you’d like to plot out assumed CR or would like another prompt, just let me know by pm or on plurk at [plurk.com profile] crowghostie!]
dedikated: (14 | ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ)

kate galloway. open / maybe closed.

[personal profile] dedikated 2017-07-16 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
( starters will be in the comments below! if you want to set up anything specific, hit me up at [plurk.com profile] forethought and check out her plotting comment! )
hotspurred: (steel plates upon my chest)

Henry Percy | open & closed prompts

[personal profile] hotspurred 2017-07-16 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is a catch-all for the duration of the event. Look below for individual prompts, or feel free to post your own wildcard in reply!

Here's a rundown of his Pleasant Valley life.

If you want to plan something with him, contact me at [plurk.com profile] himewakako or hit up my plotting comment.]
the_fourteenth: (33)

Raidou Kuzunoha, aka "Johei" | open

[personal profile] the_fourteenth 2017-07-16 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[School - lunchtime]
[It's a nice day out, and Raidou - or in this case, Johei, his actual given name - sits under a tree, reading. It's yet another occult book; today the subject is cryptids of North America. Joining him today, like he does often, is his "dog", Nue. Care to join him?]

[School - class time and track practice]
[Johei is sitting on class, lost in thought. Instead of paying attention, he's either staring out the window or doodling in his notebook. If this is a history or literature class, though, he pays attention a bit more.

In phys ed class, he's all in. He's ruthless in kickball, taking it seriously-
but with a devilish grin on his face. He's having a good time whether he's winning it losing.

After school, Johei is a star member of the track team. He's a great runner and jumper with those long skinny legs of his. If you're on the team and up for some friendly competition, he'd love to race you.]

[At home]
[Johei is home late from practice tonight, but he tries to act like everything is fine. He joins the family at the dinner table and mumbles a hello to them as he fills up his plate. He's totally not going to mention the black eye and split lip he's now sporting. Nope. Nothing bad happened.]