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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Comments

[lifetothefullest]

[That's not a surprising response by any means, and he's just glad she seems to be physically alright, even if he wishes he had a better answer for her than the one he's going to have to give.

Before he says anything, though, he takes a moment to sit down on the ground facing her, still maintaining some distance; although he's not exactly intimidating to most people he deals with, it's a different scale with kids especially since he's tall and a man. He doesn't want to scare her anymore than she might already be in this whole situation in general.]

If I knew how to help you get home, I would, but we're all kind of lost here.

[hasadoctorsnote]

[Why gods. Why him. He doesn't immediately recognize Annabeth but the bronze knife in her hands catching his attention because he's seen that before for sure, and once he sees the blond hair, spots the gray eyes... He's pretty sure he knows who she is.

He resists the urge to groan outloud.]

Hi... [Gods, this is so awkward...] You're a demigod, aren't you? [He points at the knife.] Celestial bronze, right?

[lifetothefullest]

[His eyes narrow at little at her response; it's not the first time someone's reacted strangely to his name, which just makes him more suspicious and nervous than he would've been already, but for now he's going to try to ignore than and just see how much info he can get. Maybe she'll tell him something more than the others have.]

Where's Hadriel? What country are we in?

[requiemshark]

[Ephemera exhales slowly. He's to good at this. More than anything, he wishes he had CT next to him. Even his captain's voice on the radio. Anything. CT would have fixed this, CT would have known how to make it right and this kid - fucking Sweets, who Ephemera actually likes most of the time - wouldn't sound like he's about to start crying.

But there's no one. CT's long gone, dead in the desert, and here they are.]

It'll be all right. You -- you'll be all right. I know.

[He taps his forehead with the pencil.]

You turn out all right, when you're older. I know you don't believe me. But you do.

[romeoeatsbrains]

No one is going to be here long. That's what the pastor says.

[ Are you unsettled yet, Drake? Ten is pretty young for that kind of attitude. He doesn't seem too scared though, as he looks around the surrounding area. ]

Does that mean we're being moved somewhere else?

[requiemshark]

[Terrence doesn't wait any longer, activating a blast and then cackling as the fire spits. He's nearly vibrating with energy. This is so much fun! And there's someone paying attention to him, which is cool too. Terrence isn't used to that. But he thinks he might like it.]

That's awesome.

[He bounces up in the air, grinning.]

It's modified, you can see it on the seams. [He indicates the gauntlet vaguely.] Lotsa mercs modify their stuff. And then you can take it when they're drunk! But only the drunk ones, or they get really mad and catch me.

[Which isn't fun.]

I'm really fast.

[yearrounder]

I dunno. Who are you? [Suspicious child is suspicious.]

[requiemshark]

[Oh, Lup. You have just become his favorite person in the whole world. Terrence bounces on his heels, eyes wide.]

Wow.

[She has fire.]

It's so pretty.

[braveoff]

[ ...yes, that's a bit unsettling. But Drake's never been religious himself and isn't comfortable judging that sort of thing. Even if it sounds a little rapture cult-ish. ]

No? You're already somewhere else. This is Hadriel.

[requiemshark]

[Ephemera gives her a little smile.]

I'll take it under advisement.

[The question makes him shrug.]

When it's you or them, it's simple. But when you're stronger, so strong they don't have a chance at all, then it's complicated. Because it's not fair, see? And nobody wants to die.

[Nobody on the battlefield, anyway.]

Sometimes you can talk to people. Even if your orders are all fucked up, sometimes people will listen.

[requiemshark]

[Ephemera cracks a smile.]

Sure. But you can't tell anybody, all right?

[He leans in a little.]

Found some chocolate. Whole stash of it.

[requiemshark]

You're cool.

[Terrence flashes her a bright grin, then bounces up. He's precariously close to the edge, but utterly unafraid.]

C'mon!

[hasadoctorsnote]

[He kneels down to get more on her level.] I'm Nico. I'm from Camp Half-Blood. Do you know what I'm talking about...?

[romeoeatsbrains]

Is that in Montana?

[ In his mind it's a legitimate question. How could he have gone somewhere far away without realizing it? Last thing he remembers is his mother telling his grandfather to leave them alone. ]

[seekingmyfortune]

Nah, I think it's more likely they just showed up by themselves. This place has got loads of different things in it. I mean those Vespas must have come from somewhere too. I doubt giant alien snails would be able to ride something like that even if they wanted to.

[He grins and gives Nathan's arm a little shove before he takes the coin back from him and stows it away in his pocket again. There is a part of him that wonders the same thing--after all, they were kidnapped here too essentially, right?

His stomach twists a little at the thought. Better not think about that. Better not let Nathan think about that.

He shifts back to his bag, rummaging around in it.]

Hey, you hungry?

[braveoff]

[ Hold up. Drake knew Ephemera did some dumb ass dangerous shit as a kid but he never mentioned anything that level. ]

You steal from drunk mercenaries?

[requiemshark]

[Ephemera hums, hoping that maybe, just maybe, the armor will distract this younger Drake for a moment. The rest of this is complicated, and there aren't any easy answers.

Not one for praying, Ephemera gives it a try. He prays that this won't hurt either of them.

Then he nods, holding out his arm.]

Go ahead.

[braveoff]

No, it's... another world. Which sounds crazy, I know, but whether you believe me or not it's the truth.

[requiemshark]

[Uh oh. It occurs to Terrence then that this guy recognized the gauntlet and knew how to use it, and probably knows the guy he took it from.]

Uh. Noooo?

[He eyes the surroundings, wondering if he should make a break for it.]

[yearrounder]

No. Where's Luke and Thalia?

[requiemshark]

[Terrence doesn't look down, but he immediately swings left and pulls himself up. Awesome! Handholds. Yes.

He yanks himself up and sits on the window. Waves down.]

Thanks!

[braveoff]

[ Drake makes a fist and raps gently against the metal covering Ephemera's arm. It feels awfully solid. ]

Must be heavy.

[puzzlingly]

「Atem nods, quite eager. And then, there is no reaction.」

What's that?

「Must be super important, tho...」

[requiemshark]

It is. But I got used to it.

[He flexes his hand a little, showing Drake how the difference pieces move together.]

It keeps me safe.

[lifetothefullest]

[Although he can tell that Ephemera means the comments to be reassuring, they still make no sense and, even if they're somehow the truth and Ephemera could know that, that doesn't help him here and now. Being okay later doesn't mean now won't be horrible, and he knows that better than a lot of people.

But that doesn't even matter, because as expected Lance doesn't believe him; nothing in his life has ever really been certain, as far as having a future goes, and he doesn't always even believe his parents when they say things are going to be okay. He certainly doesn't believe a stranger who can't tell them how or why he got here, or even where 'here' really is.

The one upside to all this is that he switches from sad and afraid to frustrated and afraid, and although he doesn't look any less like he's about to cry he also doesn't start doing so. His tone is the most obvious change related to his mood; it shifts from uncertain to scathing, as he responds--]

Great, well, unless older me wants to come tell me how I get home, that doesn't help. None of this makes any sense and there has to be an explanation, so either tell me something useful or I'm going to have to go find out on my own.

[He doesn't even care right now if he makes Ephemera angry by talking to him like that; it'll at least be a different reaction, and he's counting on having read him well enough in the rest of the conversation and therefore not being in danger from him.]