Event Log: The Hope of a Child

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the The Hope of a Child event
Where: All over the city!
When: January 23rd-Feb 1st
Warnings: Youths

By now, the gods have probably done enough weird crap to you while you're asleep for you to be a little suspicious- but it's not like you can just not sleep, especially when there are a few supernatural forces making your eyes droopy and your body feel heavy.

And now, when you fall asleep, you'll wake up somewhere else and you'll likely have quite a different temperament- you'll be younger, maybe a little more naive and innocent, and you won't exactly remember all the wild stuff that's happened to your adult self. Maybe now you'll be a little more trusting and emotional, hm? The gods could definitely use a little boost in power, and what better way to do it than to harness the power of overemotional kiddos!

Or maybe you aren't affected at all and find yourself surrounded by youths. What are you going to do when your best friend doesn't know how to cook for themselves? Or your bitter rival is throwing a temper tantrum because they broke their favorite toy? Nobody asked for this kind of responsibility, but think about what would happen if nobody was around to take care of these babies...

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Comments

[roseofthetyrells]

I'm sure you will. If you have to wait until you're fifty, that's a very long time.

[puzzlingly]

He probably wouldn't, not now anyway, but he sees her go and he hurries next to her instead.

"I'll go with you..."

Oh gosh, please don't leave me alone, or that's what those huge amaranthine eyes say.

[roseofthetyrells]

And I've never heard of any of those places. [she considers] Could we be from different worlds?

[and she was taught about Essos and the Free Cities and none of those places are among them.

they are sweet, especially if they've been packed with syrup. she looks around the stores and finds two forks, offering one of the forks to him]

They're very good. You've never had a peach before?

[whip_poor_will]

You will. That is not something you need to worry about now.

[Her visions aren't that strong, but it's more of a sense that she has about this. A lingering intuition that she's always had, be they something as small as a pot falling or as big as a woman nearly being run over by a carriage. It just happens.

[Yehudit's eyes widen slightly at Atem's offer.]

N-no, you shouldn't! [She ducks her head, arms pinned at her sides.] It... It's okay, I-I'm used to this.

[puzzlingly]

Worlds? Like... a different plane?

「Funny, he gets that concept better, since the Field of Reeds is supposed to be in another plane, of so he was told. He gets the fork, with a smile, but offers the can at ner first.」

No, we have... melons, dates, figs and pomegranates, no peaches.

[puzzlingly]

「But... no, he needs to worry about it now!

How dare she say no to a king... He frowns.」

D-don't be stubborn. 「lawl, hello, kettle.」 Mine hurt anyway...

[roseofthetyrells]

Maybe? It would have to be a diplomatic envoy to the North. The Starks as a son who's my age, but he's only going to be Lord of Winterfell, not king. [they are, but they prefer to stay in the warmth and beauty of the Reach and Highgarden] The king decides everything with the help of the Small Council. And what's vote?

I don't mind. Besides, Highgarden is warm enough that I can ask to have my lessons outdoors if I want to. [very fortunate] My father likes to go hunting for deer and wild boar. He also has a hawk which hunts rabbits.

[outofthefire]

They do when they're sent here. And did I mention that my father didn't just cut my throat and end it. He stabbed me. Repeatedly. It hurt.

[she's also matter of fact. there's no getting around the fact that her dad was possessed by a demon and killed her]

I don't know which colleges are close to the FBI headquarters, but there has to be one far away from your dad.

[whip_poor_will]

With his help, Yehudit squeezes the shawl the best she can, pulling the sides together to make it more difficult for the fish to escape despite her own struggles.

She looks at him incredulously. "Of course! What else am I going to do with it?"

Yehudit wades through the water, stepping up onto dryer land.

"You do not have to--" Then, she sighs. It's hot out. Dry heat. It shouldn't take long for her clothes to dry out here, after all. "I only need something long." A robe, like hers, just not soaked.

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail glances at him when he becomes quiet. She would have thought it was a joke if he didn't seem so sad.]

You're a king? Where's Waset?

[Abigail has a list of places she dreams about.]

I'd go to see as many universities as I could, start planning my future. I'd also go see a really tall mountain, something higher than Eagle mountain and a wildlife preserve where I could look at deer without having to.. [She trails off.] Then I'd go to Washington and see if I could take a tour of the FBI headquarters. After that, I don't know. I guess I'd find something beautiful to look at.

[roseofthetyrells]

[she sounds uncertain] I. . . suppose so? Either way, we're not from the same place. What's your home like?

[they don't have the concept of different planes in Westeros. they don't really even have the concept of Westeros being on a round planet. she smiles at him, takes her fork, spears a peach slice, and eats it]

Ohhhh. We have to import those from Dorne. It's very hot and dry there.

[unknowable]

Oh.

[He looks around, worry clear on his face. He doesn't know what to believe, but it's clear enough that he's far from home.]

But if I don't get home before dinner, I'm gonna get in a lot of trouble. How do I ask them to send me back?

[anoshe]

He can travel to them. Nobody else can, except another antari. So he should be here, and I shouldn't.

[Which seems to worry him more than anything else.]

[requiemshark]

Huh.

[That seems strange to him. He shrugs.]

Guess you'd have to be. But there's a lotta ways to fight. My sergeant was the one who taught me knives. Best goddamn knife fighter in the world. You woulda liked her. Don't think she would've known anything about being a queen, though.

[requiemshark]

Sure. Toss me one.

[To prove it's not poisoned and all that.]

[requiemshark]

[Terrence just beams at her, delighted.]

How'd you do it?! That's awesome!

[requiemshark]

[Terrence doesn't actually pay much attention at school, but he totally would if they showed him how to do awesome fire tricks. He shakes his head.]

School's boring. As fuck.

[lifetothefullest]

Yeah. A lot happened.

[He still needs to sort it all out in his head despite it having been a few months now; it was just such a mess. And although he can't totally agree on her last sentiment, he can partially.]

People are good at making the most of a situation.

[Speaking of which--]

How have you been settling in?

[toiletseat_girl]

[far from home, but under the influence of the gods. which unfortunately, she can't do anything about]

...yeah, um. It's kind of a random thing? Who gets sent home and who isn't?

[roseofthetyrells]

Your brother can travel to different worlds at whim? That must be amazing! [and she shakes her head] I don't know why you're here. I don't know why I'm here, either.

[roseofthetyrells]

[the part about ladies not being allowed to fight? it's true that there have been women warriors in Westeros' past, like Aegon the Conquerer's two sister-wives, but they're few and far between.

she nods] Keeping secrets will be very important for when I'm queen. And it's all right, being a queen is very complicated. What was your sergeant like?

[requiemshark]

She was beautiful. And she knew it, too. Always made sure she had her lipstick on, even when we were jumping into a combat zone.

[Ephemera's expression is fond and a little sad.]

Tough as they came, too. Taught me everything about being a soldier. Whenever we got into a bind, she'd be the one to figure a way out.

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail hesitates a moment.] But you're rich. Can't you take trips whenever you want? And as long as you have your family, that's good enough if they're aren't a lot of other kids. [At least that's what her father tells her.] Vote, you know when the adults pick who's gonna be in charge. Everyone gets to make one vote for the person they want as president. Whoever gets the most votes wins and is president. [She's too young to know it's more complicated.]

Oh, that would be cool. Sometimes we have gym class outside. And recess is always outside, but other than that, we have school inside. [She nods.] Wild boar sounds good. It's like pork, right? I don't think we have many boars in Minneosta. We have rabbits though. My mom makes a good rabbit stew. I've never see a hawk hunt them. I've seen owls get rabbits.

[hot_mes]

[Hmm, riddles now, is it? Sure, why not?]

See and yet cannot see? Hm.

[thinking while he sticks the skewers into the flames to clean them]

I feel like I should know this one.

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail considers it for a moment. She was in pain. Pain caused by someone who was supposed to love her. Maybe thinking she's dead is easier than dealing with it. Abigail still can't accept that she's in another world where people can come back from the dead, so it's easier to put a psychological spin on things.]

I'm sorry that happened to you.

FBI headquarters are in Washington, and the academy is in Virginia. I'd find a college anywhere. I could always go to the academy after I get a degree. As long as I get out of Minnesota.

[She doesn't think he'd ever leave the state. It's his hunting ground.]