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...

► This log covers January 23rd-Feb 1st.
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[restinglichface]

[Lup wiggles around enough until she's on Tucker's back, trying to crawl into his hood. She's like a tick, she's gonna shimmy herself right into his oversized sweater to see what he has hidden in there!]

We want your shit! Gimme!

[restinglichface]

[Lup's been made a bully by other bullies, so it's like second nature to her to catch when someone is trying to hide their tears. She's caught Taako doing it a hundred times in the past, right before she'd come running to brawl it out with whoever was picking on her brother.]

I've been pretty honest with you so far, haven't I? I never lie. I'll be your friend. [a beat] If you'll let my brother and me crash with you. You must have'a giant palace, right? No one'll even know we're there! We'll be quiet. We just wanna place to stay. [Somewhere a little more permanent.]

Then we can play every day and stuff.

[restinglichface]

[Lup assumes Barry's absolute awe is all because of her bomb hopscotch skills, but when he bounces and shoots her a look that the woman sees so much of his adult self in, her own smile goes wide and fond. Her memories of running around as a child may be a little fuzzy and vague, but it would be impossible to forget Barry's excitement at the spells she'd showed him earlier.]

Pick out somethin' to send flyin' then, little man! Unless you wanna float. Think you're brave enough for that?

[tongueamok]

"Well—" he starts, only to stop as the child scoots even closer -- he leans back reflexively, and apparently, that's all the invitation needed to end up with a little Glacius in his lap. Unsure what to say or do about it, he tries to finish his thought.

"Er, right," he tries again, straightening his glasses. "It isn't that people haven't tried to get away, but they don't know how. And for some, home isn't- um."

Carlisle does his best to maintain his reassuring expression, but it falters nonetheless. "Home... isn't really somewhere we want to be, not without those we've met here."

[claritatis]

Oh--..

[Of course. How impolite of him.

He makes no hesitation in following the older boy, and audibly sighs as the shade falls over them and provides some small relief from the oppressive heat.]

I'm Ignis. Ignis Scientia.

[odinbolt]

( She nods, not seeming to respond to the tone in any noticeable way. But her eyes drift out towards the city as she talks. )

Yeah. After Cocoon fell, lots of people moved to the planet below. It was abandoned for a long time, and there were a lot of monsters. We had to start from scratch. Build new towns and villages.

( It's then she drags her attention back to Sweets. )

I know it isn't the same, here. That this place wasn't abandoned. But seeing everyone trying to build a new home, relying on each other... it reminds me of that, you know?

[dedikated]

( She's very coordinated, ta muchly Sweets. )

Why d'ya need to know?

( Although, to Kate's credit, once she says those words, she looks at the guy again. He isn't the worst person she's come across. So, exhaling loudly, she shrugs a shoulder: )

Kate. What's yours?

( And between the accent and the penchant of keeping her hair tossed in a bun on her head, and a familiar but younger looking face, it's probably easy to know just who this is. )

[hasitsthorns]

"I dunno," she answers, sounding bit as unsure as she actually is. It's something that's perplexed everyone about Rose, including herself.

"I just like them. People. I think they're so interesting!"

[hasitsthorns]

[ When the elf girl draws closer, Rose's tail curls around her a little tighter but that's about it. Not necessarily an indication of discomfort, just a reflexive gesture. She isn't used to having other people besides her packmates so close. ]

Humans talk about us all the time! But they think we're just stories. [ The stuff of legend and lore, an elder had said. ] I can try. It might not work so well here, but...

[ The little wolf's tongue sticks out in concentration as she places her palm to the ground. Lup's ears might pop as the energy around them shifts, a side effect of channeling her ki differently. But give it a moment and- Voila. A starburst of frost appears underneath her fingertips, vining out across the ground in beautiful, symmetrical patterns. ]

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

I've never heard that name before.

[He drops his head to the side, trying to get the heat from the suns off his face]

Are we still in California?

[barold]

[Good. Because Barry doesn't want to let go of her hand just yet either.]

Cool! [He doesn't comment further on the whole spell-and-write thing. Barry is a very good speller, and can write tons and tons of words. His mom and his teachers make sure to impress upon him how lucky he is to go to school at all. Kids like Lup often don't get to.] Parents can be so dumb sometimes. My mom calls me Barry. That doesn't sound anythin' like Finbar! I'm glad you got t'pick your own name.

[To be fair, Barry's understanding of genetics is very surface-level, his main reference point for the moment being cats and dogs. He does know that genetics plays a substantial role in coloring. Skin, eyes, hair, fur, scales, a creature's genes determines the coloration of each of these, as well as the saturation and intensity of the colors and patterns.

This is what he wants to say. What comes out of his mouth is a quiet, shy:] 'm not pink. I-- I'm alabaster...

[barold]

Yeah, that's real smart. I mean I-- I don't like fightin', but... [It's still smart to have someone around to protect you when you can't protect yourself.

Barry hums a little, tapping a damp, sandy finger to his chin as if deep in thought.] Well... th'moat is all dug out... What we really need are spikes. Maybe um-- Maybe we should go lookin' for nails! O-Or screws! Um, th-those look like spikes, right? And they're small, so they'll go right in th'moat.

[barold]

[Oh, Alana, yes.]

Oh! [Barry seems to brighten at that, his whole body perking up.] That makes sense! Um, if-- if I did get here real late, it makes sense I wouldn't remember a-and would wanna sleep. Huh. [He stuffs his hands in his pockets, smiling with relief.] That's real nice of'em, lettin' me sleep in like that. Still kinda weird there aren't any counselors around...

[Barry looks up at Alana then, all small and trusting in front of her.] Do you live around here? Oh, a-are you one of th'parents maybe?

[childofthemusic]

Those people should be scolded. [ He says with the sage wisdom of young children everywhere ] That's very rude behaviour.

[ He gasps ]

Are you a princess?

[childofthemusic]

"Yes please!"

He settles back against him, listening for the part where he comes in. Already, even at this age, he's started to weave variations around the theme, but the first go through, he plays it as it's meant to be played.

[glacius]

The little alien looks up at Carlisle, confusion clear in his eyes; he wants to ask the human why that is, but remembers the lessons his parents taught him about not being intrusive. So he frowns and directs his attention towards attempting to situate himself in the human's lap, relieved to be able to shelter himself against the first helpful being he's come across here after hours of being alone and afraid. He might not be able to get away with this normally, but the cold of the room around them more or less offsets the discomfort and the danger of their differing body temperatures.

So, more or less nestled against Carlisle's middle, Glacius once again cranes his neck back to look up at the human. "But... what about the people that do want to leave? They should be allowed. I don't know how I was brought here, but someone must have done it. So there must be a way, right?"

[braveoff]

It's... nice, I guess? Really depends on where you are. Some places are hot and dry like this, but then there's like rainforests and the ice caps too. I haven't been everywhere. But where I live there's a lot more people than here. This place is empty.

[braveoff]

...really?

[ When he's bigger he might not really need it but it sure looks cool. ]

When did you get yours?

[braveoff]

There's safer shit to do when you're bored. You like the rush, huh?

[am_i_a_monster]

It's not wasted if you're learning stuff. You can go to college someday and get a degree. That's what I'm gonna do someday. And then I'm gonna get a good job and work hard, so my dad doesn't have to work when he's old. [Even at a young age, it's clear to her that her dad will always be a part of her life. At this age, it's still an innocent thought to her.] Divorce is when people don't want to be married anymore, so they go to court and a judge splits up all their money and tells their kids where to live. [She looks at her blankly, still not understanding a place so different from her own world.] They could just keep the grain in their pantry themselves. Or cook their food and freeze it.

Most sports need stuff, like balls or pucks or skis, or swimsuits. Racing doesn't though, you just run and whoever gets to the finish line first wins. And with long jump, you draw a line. Then you run up to the line and jump as far as you can. You mark where you land, and then next person tries to see if they can jump farther. And gymnastics umm..I'll show you. [She steps out of the water she was wading in and finds a good spot. She starts with a somersault, then a few cartwheels, following it with a back handspring. She's a a ball of strength and energy from all the time spent in play. When she finishes, she raises her hands high in the air.] That's a part of gymnastics, there's also stuff on the balance beam, with a vault and with rings. And when you're done, you put your arms up so everyone knows you're done. [She stops and thinks.] It's not legal for women to marry women, but they can live like married people do. And in the news, they say someday people will be able to marry whoever they want. Amish are people who don't have electricity or running water or cars or cell phones. What's a Seven Pointed Star?

[am_i_a_monster]

Who's Bob?

[She's already assuming he's someone the woman's dad blames for his actions. Her father blames others too.]

I wouldn't take a drink at all. My dad's very selective about what we consume. [Almost everything is hunted by him, or grown in their garden. He even made the pipes in their house for the water.]

They wouldn't be secrets if I told you.

[paragonbrosca]

There's no sense in a fair fight, not from the young duster's way of thinking. Everyone else has an unfair advantage over her, so what's the point in not taking any advantage she can get? She smirks as he doubles over, then aims another sharp kick, lower.

"You'll have to catch me, fancy-pants!" And she's not just going to stand and wait for him to recover, so Aren runs to put as much distance as she can while glancing around for anything she can use to her advantage.

[paragonbrosca]

...oh. Well, thanks. And yeah, it is kinda ripe in here.

[A moment's hesitation -she's not used to accepting help from anyone but her sister- but the dwarven girl accepts the hand and begins to climb out. For someone so small, she's fairly strong and her grip is firm.]

[am_i_a_monster]

Home's in Minnesota. It's winter now. Dad'll need my help; it's hard to hunt in the snow.

[She looks around at the heat and up at the suns.]

This is all wrong.

[am_i_a_monster]

Yeah, I'd rather be climbing a mountain.

I'm Abigail.

[She hopes that's okay. Her dad can't be too upset for using a first name only, even if it's with a stranger.]