Event Log: Squad Goals

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Squad Goals event! Also, required viewing.
Where: All over the city!
When: November 16th-21st
Warnings: None!

Nothing really seems off at first- this isn't like one of the more obvious events, where you wake up feeling different. Instead, it's just a normal day: you wake up in your room like normal, cook breakfast like normal, then split to hang out with your extremely awesome group of friends that you love and admire and will probably take a bullet for even though you guys have said maybe three words to one another in months.

... okay, maybe there's something a little weird going on, but it's not like it's dangerous! For the next few days, everyone maintains their normal relationships, but finds themselves incredibly drawn to a new circle of friends. You feel like you've known these guys for years, even if it's only been for a few hours- they're your buddies and you want to know everything about them, confide your deepest secrets, do everything together.

All of that is nice and all, but what would a squad be without jackets? As an easy way to identify you, everyone will find their appropriate squad jacket in their closet, though they're free to choose whether or not to wear it. You'll get to keep the jackets afterward, so you can all breathe a sigh of relief.

Go forth and spend time with your new friends!

► This log covers November 16th-November 21st.
► 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 your new squad gets into a fight with another squad and the other squad kills you, please let us know here.

Comments

lup | closed

[restinglichface]

shut up and fish - open mingle for squad 19

[For reasons Lup could not explain, she'd started the day off with a weirdly intense desire to hang out with a group of people she otherwise barely knew existed. And surprise, they seemed to feel the same exact way! So a few exchanged group texts later and the six of them were gathered at Hadriel's infamous lake, an assortment of fishing gear collected to be shared between them for this bonding experience. And look at that, they all seemed to be sporting the same sick denim jackets.

Lup herself is standing off to the side in her favorite hat, lobbing fireball after fireball straight down into the lake. Fishing poles are for the weak!]

[blueeyesbond]

[Mokuba does not know the first thing about fishing, so he's just kind of standing there holding a fishing rod and trying to figure it out. You have to make the hook go out somehow, right? That's about what he knows.

He's brought his robodragon with him but since Hiryu is not 100 percent waterproof, the dragon is currently hovering off the ground by the edge of the lake so he doesn't fall in or get wet.

Taken off guard by the sudden appearance of fireballs, Mokuba lets out a yelp of surprise and drops the rod, backing up and staring at Lup with wide eyes. People don't just naturally throw fireballs in his world, and even if he's seen other people use magic before, it's still an unexpected sight.]

[whip_poor_will]

[Ah yes, fishing. A favorite pastime of many dads and coastal locals. Ravine doesn't participate with a pole of her own, but she still lingers nearby in order to offer moral support. Or something. Go team?]

I don't think that's how it works.

[Ravine is referring to the fireball, of course.]

[restinglichface]

[go team, go!!!]

Says you! [Lup shouts from a few meters away before hurling another fireball straight into the lake, laughing even her magic hasn't produced any results yet.

Still, the elven woman waves Mokuba over if he so would like to join her, just to get a closer view if he wants.] Betcha I can catch something before any of y'all can.

Squad 5 | Rosen's Apartment | Closed

[drabsolutelynot]

[Rosen is not exactly someone who is known for being social. Less so for having guests over at his apartment. And even less so for having guests in his apartment when he wakes in the morning.

And yet, for some reason, on this occasion he seems untroubled by being confronted with a handful of strangers in his apartment.

Odd.

But might as well be a good host, no?]

Is anyone hungry?

I apologize for Max, Bee ;;

[unhappycamper]

... okay, so... is no one else going to say it?

[The tiny ten-year-old is sitting on the nearest comfy surface - couch, armchair, what have you - wearing the totally radical Squad 5 Jacket and looking... well, not upset at any one person specifically, but at the whole situation. He stands up on said comfy surface and his duffel bag he had apparently been using as a pillow, and points angrily at Rosen.]

One - who the hell are you, asshole? Two - did you drug-slash-kidnap me and these other chucklefucks and make us join some sort of edgelord biker gang? Is that why I'm wearing this ridiculous thing? Three - yes, I'm starving, but coffee first.

[... wait, no, why is he so accepting of this random guy's hospitality? This is weird and Max Doesn't Like It.]

Don't be sorry!

[hoperulesdespairdrools]

[Ok Komaeda has no idea why he woke up in a random apartment. Or why his favourite coat is missing and has been replaced with a Squad 5 jacket. Did this man kidnap him? He's not quite sure. However, for some reason.....he feels that he can really trust him. And the other people in this flat as well.]

Hang on. I'm sure there's a good explanation for all this, really! Not that I know what yet, but....

[This is probably his bad luck at work.....or is it? The owner of the house does not seem like a terrible person and well, Komaeda would really like to get to know him and the others.]

[jocoeur]

I could eat.

( and here's akira, looking pretty untroubled by all of this. i mean, it was better than waking up in some sort of astral plane jail cell, right? much more hospitable, too.

he's wearing his jack too of course, adjusting the collar in the nearest mirror to see which look he liked better... and not even questioning it's appearance apparently. ) Need some help with the prep?

( and to everyone else that he looks over.... he just... shrugs. ) I mean, if it is a kidnapping it's probably on the 'comfortable' and 'cordial' side of the scale, anyway.

OTA but extra open to squad 25

[foundafamily]

[Like most days, Firo's spending this one largely at the casino. He'll be there around noon, straightening up the chairs and the dart board and setting out the decks of cards he and Rey have managed to cobble together. Later in the afternoon, he'll be seated at one of those tables, idly shuffling some cards while a drink sits by his elbow. He has his squad jacket draped over the back of a chair, as he's honestly not sure what to do about it.

Most people will be greeted with a sharp-eyed stare as he assesses them for weapons or a trouble-seeking attitude--but for some reason those strangers in Squad 25 will get a thin and slightly confused smile instead. Whoever that person is, they seem all right. For some reason.

His greeting words are largely the same to any person, but again they have a somewhat lighter and friendlier tone for those in Squad 25 and those that he already knows.]

What're you here for?

YEA

[weedbgon]

[ Merle likes this kid already. He can say that about a lot of people he meets for the first time or gets to know a little, because he's a pretty laid-back dude, but today he can especially tell. He's just that good, probably.

He's also, of course, totally wearing his brand new squad jacket because it's cool. Firo's question gets him a broad grin. ]

I'm here for whoever's supposed to be wearing that awesome jacket instead of hangin' it on a chair!

:D

[foundafamily]

[This guy seems awfully merry. It reminds Firo of Isaac back at home, even with no Miria to parrot him.]

Oh, uh, that'd be me. You wanna take a seat?

[He considers the jacket again, then looks back to the man in front of him.]

...You didn't make those yourself, did you?

[Truth is, Firo has no idea where the thing came from. He's not even sure why he's holding onto it.]

[weedbgon]

Hey-hey, buddy! I knew I couldn't be the only one lookin' cool today!

[ ALL THE OTHER JACKETS SUCK 2K17. Merle totally pulls up a seat. ]

Nah, I didn't make 'em or anything. Just kinda found it in my room. Probably god stuff. If there's a happiness one, that's where my bet is-- new jacket could pick anyone up!

HI HI

[survivorsguilt]

[Ellie- sporting her fantastic jacket, obviously, because it's far too fucking rad to stay bunched up in her backpack or whatever- wanders over and pulls up a chair for herself. She thinks, weirdly, this guy seems pretty cool. You know, for someone who has spoken all of four words.]

Uh... I'm not sure. Just to check it out? I've never been up here before.

HELLO HELLO

[foundafamily]

Never?

[At least now this grievous error is being corrected. Is there even anything else to do here? Firo's not sure about that, but, then again, he's biased.]

Well, it works pretty much like any casino back home except that there's no real money. You been to one of those before?

[He'd guess probably not, but you never know. He doesn't think she could be much younger than he was when he started working in the Martillo's place.]

[survivorsguilt]

[She shakes her head. The bar, sure. She's hang around and bothered Rey plenty of times. But she's never had a reason to head up into the casino.]

Ha ha, that's... no. Never even seen one before, actually.

[The closest thing to a casino in the apocalypse is basically a handful of dudes slamming down cards, trading ammo and curses.]

Hayden | Squad 24 and OTA!

[demonsional]

A

Wooo! Woooo!!! Wooooo!!!

[It's not really clear what Hayden is doing. He's in the park...he's...jumping. Jumping? He's wearing his incredibly tasteful squad jacket and...ah, yeah, he's trying to look over his shoulder and see himself in it. He likes this thing. He definitely doesn't know what he's wearing right now but new clothes are the best kind of clothes.]

B

[This time, Hayden is doing something that is questionably more productive than jumping and screaming. Shocking, I know. But it looks like he's prepared some kind of picnic. At least, he has an assortment of strange alien fruits and...a jar of what is probably mud. Great. Okay, upon further inspection, he also has a bag of something sandwich shaped and then another bag of...crusts. From said sandwiches.

Be gentle he's trying. Whether or not you're part of his squad, but especially if you're part of his squad, he'll wave you over happily from his spot on the blanket that he's brought with him.]

Hello! Hi! Sit down please and thank you so much!

a; cw: drug use, sorry for her

[hasitsthorns]

[ It took Rose approximately .252792797 to light up and smoke some good 'ol dank cave weed once she acquired her hip new jacket. She's walking around not quite in a haze but definitely would be sporting sunglasses (if she had any) to hide the red tinge to her eyes. Also, ignore the smell of burning rope that's wafting off of her. Totally normal.

Anyway.

She spots a familiar jacket since, woah. Hey. That's the one she's wearing. Awesome. The blond immediately feels a pull she otherwise wouldn't and gravitates towards this kid she otherwise wouldn't. ] Sweet threads, kid.

you only get to apologize if I also get to

[demonsional]

[His threads, they're sweet?! Hayden nearly tumbles over in his excitement mid-jump as he beams up at Rose. Yes, they match! This is clearly a sign that they are meant to be friends forever and ever and everything will be good forever and also ever. And, oh, because he's so excited, he's bouncing again. But bouncing is probably better than jumping.

If he notices the way she smells he hasn't said anything. Hell, maybe he's used to it. Maybe these kind of things just don't bother him.]

You too! Wowie, this is the greatest! I have never met someone who has the same clothing as I do! Let's be friends--we are friends! Hooray!

[He's jumping the gun just a little.]

B

[cakebuffet]

[Wherever there's food, there's also Ann. Hayden doesn't have to tell her twice; she grins broadly as she drops down on one of the empty corners of the blanket that's been spread out, sitting on her knees and wearing her oh-so-stylish squad jacket.]

Hey! What'd you bring?

[She leans in to try and get a good look, particularly interested in seeing what might be for dessert.]

[demonsional]

[Hayden is immediately more excited than he already was because look at them, they're so stylish and cute! This is the best day! Obliging her question, he points to each food ("food") item in turn.]

Those are fruits! I took them from the orchard because I think that's legal! I like them because they taste like mysteries! And this is mud, because...um! [No further explanation required, apparently.] Mister Harlan helped me to make these sandwiches that are pb&k sandwiches, which, um, stands for peanut butter and marshmallow...and these are crusts, which I cut off the sandwiches, but I didn't want to waste them! I think maybe perhaps they would be good in the mud.

[He's not taking the mud off the table, I'm sorry Ann.]

B

[knifecollecting]

[Jo had, driven by some urge to find people, left the house. She was about to pull out her phone to make a post when she hears Hayden. She turns around, smiling when she sees his jacket.]

Hi.

[demonsional]

Hi! Hello!

[He just said that but backwards, but he definitely doesn't seem to make that connection.]

Sit with me! We can eat foods together! Friendship foods!

kravitz | closed to squad #20

[knockthemdead]

[Kravitz was no less swayed than anyone else to spend time with a bunch of complete strangers. But... he's still Kravitz. Awkward, socially inept, and lacking what one might describe as "people skills".

So, his method of dealing with this sudden itch to make friends is perhaps a little different than most. He doesn't organize a hang out, or send a text out of the blue. He just- uh. Shows up. At a slight distance. And... hovers awkwardly. Hello there. There is now a reaper in your midst, whether you're prepared for it or not.

(The jacket remains slung over his arm like a dirty towel. He doesn't do denim. Ever.)]

[ishotyouuu]

[Like Kravitz, Wade is taking an unconventional approach to wearing the jacket, tied around his waist like a proper rebel. He's long since outlived his denim days (nobody needs to know exactly how long) and although the decal is nice, it doesn't exactly tie in with the whole red and black ensemble he's got going on right now.

There's a dude standing a little away from the rest of the group of cave-dwellers congregating around, and something about this particular guy compels Wade to approach him, starting up a conversation as if they were old friends rather than total strangers who just happened to be wearing the same jacket. It's got very little to do with the gods' influence, really-- that's usually how Wade rolls.]

Enjoyin' the Levi's convention there, pal? I dunno-- somethin' about this is makin' me think a Jets vs. Sharks-style dance battle is gonna break out any second now.

[knockthemdead]

[It's a good thing Kravitz comes from a world where the fantastical and the very very remarkably similar to Earth often inexplicably coincide, or half of that sentence would have gone over his head. Levi's? Obviously just like fantasy Levi's. Jets vs. Sharks? Alright, well, that one could have a couple of meanings.]

To be frank, it's a little confusing. I can't stand denim, but- I feel compelled to hang onto it. Almost like a rather unwanted gift from a very dear family member.

[Unlike Wade, Kravitz would be incredibly uncomfortable engaging in this sort of familiarity without outside influence. Maybe this is the universe's way of telling him he needs to make more friends and stop being so gloomy.]

Hang on a moment, is yours- the image, it looks the same.

[He lifts the jacket from off his arm, unfolding it to properly show off the picture on the back.]