hadriel_logs | Event Log: Bad End

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Event Log: Bad End

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Bad End event
Where: All over the city!
When: August 23rd-September 5th
Warnings: Bad futures, awkward conversations, smashed mirrors

You wake up to find a mirror at your bedside - a pretty nice one, too, a silver hand mirror perfect for fixing your hair in. Only when you try to do that, it's not your gorgeous reflection that you see. It's something else - a terrible future, just about as bad as anything you could imagine for yourself.

Maybe you see your loved ones dead on the ground, and you know it's your fault. Maybe you see the goal you've been working so hard for pulled out of your reach forever. Maybe you see someone you've hurt in the past ruining your life. Maybe you see your hot girlfriend leaving you to shack up with your worst enemy. Whatever you see, it really sucks, and you know that it's possible. This future could happen if you make the wrong choices, give in to your worst impulses.

Break the mirror if you want, but you'll see the same vision in any reflective surface in the city. You can't break them all, but you can sure try. And what will you do when you see your best friend's vision - and it features you betraying them?

Seek reassurance, give reassurance, lash out, vow to yourself that you'll never let it turn out that way, sink into the depths of sorrow because you feel like the future you see is inevitable. Whatever you do, it won't take away those visions - not until the event is over.

► This log covers August 23rd-September 5th.
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[She sighs and then is quiet for a moment, but it has to come out at some point or she thinks she might burst. Better this way than with Nate.]

Nate. Dead. Over and over again.

[There's a hesitance in her voice, though. That's not all it is.]

[Their forward momentum comes to a complete halt.

Lup doesn't unlink their elbows, but she turns to face Elena completely, brows furrowed in almost immediate worry. She thinks of Barry. She hasn't told anyone else what happened before her actual arrival here, the horrible dream she'd shared with Magnus, Barry's bloodstained glasses tucked safely into her pocket. Had it really been a dream? Or had Magnus actually done the deed? Seeing so many of her friends in Hadriel arrive, but still having no sign of Barry had made her begin to think it may have been the latter.

It's not the same thing, not exactly, but Lup feels a pang of hurt in her chest whenever she is reminded of his death and knows that Elena must be feeling the same.]

And?

[Elena barely tries to hold it back. She doesn't want to say it out loud, doesn't want it to be true even in a vision, but part of her needs to. It's almost a relief.]

Not wearing his wedding ring.

Shit... [Alright, that elbow goes unlinked so Lup can wrap an arm around Elena's shoulders instead, giving her a half-hug that the other woman was all too welcome to turn into a full one if she needed. What even is there to say after that? Elena doesn't need reassurances that it isn't real, she just has to look across the room at her husband to see that. So Lup struggles for a minute, trying to be tactful instead of just shooting off the first thing to come to her mind. Comfort isn't much her thing, but she wants to make an effort for this woman.]

It's not us. You know that, right? This isn't about us at all. It's just these fucked up parasites wanting to suck us dry of our emotions. They're playing to all the shit that messes with us to get a reaction. But none of it's like, really about us.

[Elena leans into the hug. She needs it. What she sees isn't true, she knows that, but it feels real when it's right before her eyes.]

When people told me about how they do things to feed on our emotions, I didn't picture anything like this. They're really good at what they do.

[It's not a compliment.]

[A hand moves to Elena's back, patting her gently.]

Yeah, you're telling me. Buncha friggin' leeches is all they are. [What they need, what they both need, is a distraction.] Hey, let's head to my place. We can kick the boys out, do our nails, get our drink on. The trifecta of girl time fun.

[Leeches, right. Be nice if they were as easy to squish.]

That sounds good to me. As long as all the shiny surfaces are covered up there.

[Dead bodies and invisible friends would really kill the good time.]

No prob, we got that covered. [Both of the twins had gotten rid of their mirrors the first day and the long mirror in their room had been covered since, draped in one of the many scarves they'd collected since arriving.

The women weren't too far away from Spire Four, Lup guiding Elena to take a quick right around the nearest corner, the spiraling building just a minute walk away. It isn't until they are pushing through the front entrance of the building that Lup turns suddenly, facing her friend. Hey, you aren't allergic to dogs or anything, right?

[Hooray for proactiveness. Elena's covered things up as best she could in her own place, but somehow they keep slipping.]

No, I love dogs. You have one?

Not exactly.

[And she turns without further explanation, leading Elena up a single flight of stairs to the next floor, which houses the large apartment her and her friends have taken over. Immediately upon opening the door, Lup raises a hand and casts produce flame, which does exactly that, summoning fire into the elf's hand. And just in time too, considering a very large 'dog' suddenly bounds up to them, making a series of grunts and excited growls, dropping a chair leg with significant bite marks from it's mouth.]

Down, Peanut! [The creature makes a strange whine but the fire keeps it at bay. It's a dangerous pet to keep, as evidenced by all of Magnus' new wounds, but Lup's found her own little solution to keep from just straight up roasting it. Once Peanut doesn't look like she's going to knock the two of them over and gnaw on their heads, Lup shrugs Elena's way.] Mags' new pet. She still needs, uh--[Lup gives a vague gesture to their couch, which has enormous chunks bitten off of it.] --A little housetraining.

[WELL.

It's not the kind of dog she expected, now. Wow. That poor chair.]

Holy—is that a monster? Did he get that from the caves?

[Elena's wary of stepping any closer, but Lup seems to have a handle on things, so after a moment of hesitation, she does.]

Did you call it 'Peanut'?

Yeeep. [Lup drags that single word out before she's stooping to pick up the discarded chair leg. She makes a face when her fingers come in contact with what has to be cave monster drool, but she grips it hard anyway.] He sure did. She's his baby now, as Mags likes to keep reminding us. And yeah, that's Peanut. Fitting, right?

[Lup rolls her eyes like it's the stupidest name in the world, but okay, she's growing more and more fond of the stupid beast daily. She just refuses to admit it.

As she throws the chair leg for Peanut to bound excitedly after, the flames in Lup's hand disappear and she's grabbing for Elena's hand to drag her towards her room, throwing the door open and then kicking it closed once they were both safely inside.] There! No bandages needed this time. Rad.

[Whatever Elena may have expected the twin's shared room to look like, it probably did not include this mess. There were clothes everywhere, forgotten in piles on the ground, pointed shoe heels sticking up from the middle, accessories strewn on every available surface. There's ridiculous poster on the wall next to a full length mirror that's hidden beneath scarves. And since both twins fought over who would get top bunk on their bunk bed, they decided to each have a top bunk, using magic to leave two forever-floating twin beds on both sides of the room, rope ladders hanging from them for easy climbing access.] Pop a squat on my bed over there. I'll grab what we need to get this party started.

Nice baby.

[She nearly offers her hand to sniff, but yeaaaaah that would probably be a bad idea. Elena takes Lup's hand instead and comes with her to the other room, safe from the monster baby.]

And nice poster. Were you guys chefs or something?

[Lup knows exactly where to dig to find where her nail polish collection is hiding.]

Yep! Learned when we were young. That's from this big thing that happened here last month. It was just--[Okay, that would take way too long to explain.] Fake memories basically. It was weird and we were not fans. Poster was worth keeping, though.

Oh. I heard about that. Nate had a different wife.

[She doesn't sound all that upset about it. Presumably she's been reassured that no banging happened.]

He didn't get a poster, though. Too bad.

Shit. [While Lup had known about his scary wife back in those fake memories, she'd forgotten all about it when they'd gotten out of Pleasant Valley.] Talk about awkward.

[Finally finding her stash under one of Taako's skirts, Lup points up at her floating bed before she's climbing up the ladder to plop on the edge, long legs dangling down.] The floor is lava! Hurry up!

[What, seriously? She's a woman in her thirties, way too old for games like that.

But she's great at the floor is lava, so she dashes over to follow Lup, giggling as she goes.]

Oh, lord, I haven't done that since I was—I don't know, tiny. Eight or so.

[Lup laughs when Elena races to get off the floor and up onto the bed with her, nudging the other woman playfully in the side once she's next to her.] Same. Taako and I were pretty young the last time we did. I dunno, seventy-five or something?

[oops elf age is weird]

Alright, so whatcha thinking? Pick a color--[she spreads out a selection of nail polish between them]--and, uh, we can either ignore the shit going on or if you'd like an ear while I do your nails...?

[Elena blinks, then shrugs it off. Elf aging isn't even the weirdest thing she's heard of here.]

I don't wanna talk about it. Let's just do our nails. I'll probably chip them in a day, but it's worth it.

[Hmm. A deep pink or a dark purple? Choices, choices.]

You don't look a day over fifty, by the way.

[Hey, keeping away from unhappy feelings is definitely a Taaco family speciality. Lup accepts Elena's answer without question, shifting around to face her friend, crossing her legs in front of her.]

Hey, if we're speaking in elf years, that's a compliment! We could do a cute accent nail too, maybe in pink. Go purple for the rest. How's that sound?

That sounds perfect.

[She kicks her shoes to the floor and joins Lup in a cross-legged position, finally starting to relax for the first time in days.]

God, this actually feels normal, for the first time since I got here.

[Lup shoves the rest of the polishes aside, plucking up the two chosen shades and plopping the pink into her lap for later. She reaches for Elena's hand, moving to rest it against her knee to keep her swipes of polish more steady. Sure, she could just magic them pink and purple, but where was the fun in that?]

You're not wrong. It's like we haven't even had a chance to breathe since popping in here. [And really, if Lup's being honest, not in the forty-seven years before that either.] Hey, how'd you meet your hubby anyway? Something tells me it's a good story. Nate doesn't seem like the guy anyone would pick up on like, a speed date.

[At the last second, she almost opts to change the colors to something matte so they won't reflect anything, but doesn't. Surely she won't see Nate's body in her fingernails, right?

She hopes not.]

Oh, please. Nate just has to grin and start talking about history to pick someone up. Had to, anyway. [Because: duh.] We met when I was hosting a TV show about archeology. He conned my producers into funding an expedition to retrieve the coffin of a famous explorer. Then we spent some time on an uncharted island and came home with a bunch of Spanish treasure.

[Not to worry. If it comes to that, Lup will magic that shit matte.

The elf laughs, pulling the small nail brush up and away from Elena's nail while she does, not wanting to risk going too crazy on her fingers while she's giggling.] Alright. Knowing everything I do about you two, that seems pretty fitting. And treasure! [She whistles, low and impressed.] What a way to meet your man.

[Magic is great.]

The treasure didn't go as far as you'd think, split three ways, but it wasn't nothing. And I got a nice fling out of it—that's what I thought he'd be, anyway. Nate didn't strike me as the type to stick around after the adventure.

[So obviously she had to take him to Bone Town and become the mayor immediately.]

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lmao shit we're having a dog time paradox with the magnnus thread nice

OH SHIT

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