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Event Log: The Hope of a Child

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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[Okay, good, he doesn't seem either hurt or too mad. Lance glances toward the pile of junk he'd been sorting through and then back at Michael, torn between answering and making up an excuse to hide what he's actually doing. But there's no need to do the latter, at least not that he's seen yet, so for now he'll try the 'we're in this together' attitude.]

Yeah, it's just me.

[Which is... Something he's trying not to think about too much.]

So I'm looking for anything useful. Like um, food. Or a phonebook.

[Or anything that will help him survive here, or better yet figure out how to get out. Even if the adults here haven't been mean, they haven't exactly been helpful either and so he's going to have to rely on himself, as usual.]

[So loud!!! He's not a big fan of yelling and so it briefly startles him, causing him to grab onto the tree trunk both for comfort and so as not to fall, but as soon as he realizes it's another kid he calms considerably and shouts back down to her.]

Yeah! I'm okay! It's really cool up here; you can see lots of stuff!

What's human things? Buildings aren't only human things.

"Not even a little." Law folded his arms over his chest, the best he could do without anywhere to suavely lean against while he lorded his superior knowledge over a kid. "It's not fun, no. Never said it would be."

He nodded his head once. "What's your name?" He had already come to the conclusion that all these kids were just versions of people he knew, so he wanted to know which one in particular this might be.

The opposite of cops?

[He lightly kicks a shard of glass, sending it spinning across the floor. He kind of likes the sound it makes.]

So are you like a criminal? And who the hell is PJ Harvey?

Yeah, that sounds like a perfect reason for breaking and entering.

[Verbal eyeroll. It's disappointing that this place looks just as abandoned as the rest of the city, though. What gives?]

Wait, you don't know where you are? [He stops long enough to turn and look at her.] How'd you get here then?

[This is a weird, weird event, and Lance is doing his best not to think too much about it or the strange dream-like memories; he isn't sure if they're real or brought on by worrying about being affected by everything going on.

That's an issue to sort out at a different time, anyway, because right now he needs to help out as much as possible with the sudden influx of kids everywhere. Temporary or not, and whether or not they'll return to their normal adult selves in some time, what matters is that the people affected are currently children in a very stressful situation and he wants to try to make it easier on them.

So when he notices a girl crying he doesn't hesitate to approach, although he doesn't get too close before speaking so as not to startle her.]

Hey, are you okay?

[He isn't sure if she's hurt, upset, or both.]

Maybe. [he's not opposed to exploring, really, but psh, why do they need someone to help? Besides the fact that neither of them are fighters.] I've heard you can hire people sometimes. Like bounty hunters. Think anyone here would go hunt a creature for money?

...although I don't have any money...

[Michael seems to turn this over in his head for a bit. This man just showed him a piece of what might as well be alien technology and told him he's in a city that's like, beyond space and time. That... kind of checks out. It could be a dream, but even if it is, he's still having it. So what does it matter? He should probably just go along with it.]

So, it's kind of like Narnia? Except without the wardrobe part. Or the talking animals- [Wait. His eyes light up a little, though he tries to keep a lid on his sudden excitement.]

Are there any talking animals?

No! That's not a crime. You're just being a jerk!

[He's still not sure if they're going to fight or not. If they are, he's ready, but he'd rather not. He gets in serious trouble every time he gets into a fight, and his parents aren't here, but they'll probably find him eventually, and he doesn't want to have scrapes and bruises and stuff.

Maybe he should just ask?]

Are we gonna fight, or what?

[He'd feel a little bad hitting a kid smaller than him, but whatever, he started it.]

[Ow, small scalpel-wielding child. Lance had been able to tell there was someone or something hiding under the piece of furniture, but it had been the concern about it being the latter that prevented him from employing his usual tactic of speaking first so as not to startle someone when approaching them.

So he'd crouched down quietly to figure out if it was an animal, a monster, or a kid, and found out it was the latter by the sudden swing of a weapon. Despite the surprise his reflexes are fast enough to dodge, for the most part, just ending up with a shallow cut across the hand he used to block.]

H-Hey, it's okay! I'm not going to hurt you.

[He assures the child as fast as possible, hoping to avoid another scalpel injury.]

Are you alright?

[slow deadpan. What the fuck is a Narnia?]

No. There are no talking animals. [wait...almost forgot] Except Alphys, I think she's a lizard of some kind.

[at least she's the only one he's met, and even that, only over the phone]

Tatara was out an about, trying to help children stay out of trouble. After all, there were alot of places in Hadriel a small child could fall victim to. And, well, since he was reminded of a little princess back home, of one's birthday he had come to miss, he's naturally drawn to the little ones, even more than usual.

So he had passed through the stores, looking for supplies in a variety of things to help keep kids occupied and nourished. He was no Izuka, but he still figured he should be able to do a decent job at it, as far as cooking went.

He sure misses that bar. And Anna. HOMRA, and Mikoto.

But there's nothing he can do about that, is there? Even if the Gods could send him home, he figures... he would be dead just as he was when he left.

It's fine here. Even if it is a little lonely for the lack of the familiar faces he came to know and love.

But the sound of a pebble clacking at his feet, makes him pause, pulling him from his reverie. He looks down at it, finding a rather smooth stone, and he kneels down to pick it up. Had he kicked it, perhaps? He looks around and sees someone hiding between the buildings, looking terrified and rocking back and forth, as if waiting for the monsters under his bed to retreat.

He gently steps closer to the little boy, holding the stone out to him.

"Is this yours?" he asks with the gentlest of smiles.

And what if I am?

[definitely an attempt to goad a fight, yep. But even now, burning to destroy everything, Law's too inexperienced to just haul off and punch anyone, let alone pull a knife or a grenade. So the question takes him aback, makes him feel rather awkward, and he stands there gritting his teeth for a second before answering with a fist.

One tiny little fist, which has never so much as slapped someone let alone hurt.]

Eh, it was just lying there on the floor in some old building.

[He says it casually enough, but the glint in his eyes shows that he's anything but relaxed by the find. In reality it was a little hidden and he only found it because he had to tie his shoe. He scoots again so he's sitting right by Nathan, looking at it over his shoulder.]

Pretty cool, right? Don't know how it got here either, but hey, with your statue and this coin? Who knows what else is out there?

I'm not lying! I just brushed against it by accident.

[He looks up in the direction of Nathan up on his soap box, both out of incredulity and trying to get the crowd's eyes back on him. He takes a cautious step towards her, hands still up.]

Look, let's just--let's just enjoy the show, okay?

[Please??]

...Were you listening to a thing I said?

[Is it too much to ask that someone be thankful for his wisdom?

He turns back to the speakeasy and props the door open, expecting the kid to follow. When they're in, he'll head for the bar, where there's a little stash beneath the counter.]

Not much. Just some crackers. If you want anything else, you'll have to hunt it yourself or steal it off of somebody, got it?

Hello. [That's what people say, right?] Where did you come from?

Um... I don't know. I just woke up here. Are you going to like... call the cops or something?

Carja aren't allowed in the Embrace.

[Duh! Not that this is the Embrace, obviously, but...]

Where are we?

[in Westeros and Essos, they do!

she smiles back] What are these other worlds like? This one is dry and hot and not very pretty. There have to be prettier ones out there?

[she still doesn't get it] What are engines?

[ It takes Angus a few seconds to figure out why this situation is throwing him off so much, and the realization hits him like a runaway battlewagon. He recognizes that nervous, wary tension in Barry's shoulders, like the other kid is just waiting for him to make some snarky comment and kick sand in his face... most of the time, Angus is the one bracing himself, but suddenly the proverbial shoe is on the other foot, and now he's the big kid.

Honestly, Angus almost turns on his heel and runs away right there. This is just too much weirdness to deal with in one day, and his weirdness tolerance is abnormally high. Underneath the indignance, horror, (he isn't a threat! ... is he?), and confusion, though, he's a bit curious despite himself. He'd liked Barry almost instantly, from the moment they'd been introduced properly and actually had a chance to talk, and this confirms what he'd suspected: they're both nerds. Maybe Barry spent his scholastic career getting pushed into lockers, too?

... It takes another few seconds of hesitance for Angus to decide that running away would be, as Taako would put it, 'a dick move'. Instead, he slowly crouches down next to Barry, making himself smaller, and points at Hastippe. ]

What's that one like?

[well, Sansa wasn't raised with the ultimate goal of Being a Honeypot in mind]

We have three weirwoods in Highgarden. They're called the Three Singers, but nobody ever prays to them. They're just there to be pretty. [Margaery was raised to believe exclusively to the Seven, to her eventual woe] You do? Which hymn is your favorite?

[Margaery points at one sun, then points at the other]

There are two suns in the sky. See?

[not really. you can get them from a third party, though that comes with the risk of the third party tattling on you]

Hand-to-hand combat? What does that involve?

[Westeros is all about the swords, daggers, warhammers, and axes]

Well, I suppose most things I could show you probably aren't available here.

[like hair dryers. Seel doubted he could find one here, whether one existed at all or look like something from his childhood.]

Things humans make and use. Although, I suppose most of them are things that hara would make too.

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