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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[toiletseat_girl]

Thanks. So're you.

[she grins back, finds another pair of handholds, and scoots off of the window ledge, ready to climb]

Right behind you.

[storyseeker]

While you tried to steal from me.

[She flips her hair over her shoulder. Oh yeah. She has his number.]

[braveoff]

[ He just watches for a moment, letting his hand drop. His expression has closed off a bit, that bright curiosity fading in the face of some other emotion. ]

Wish I had one.

[ Not that it would be a guarantee of anything, he's still just a kid, but. A super suit for protection would be nice. ]

[restinglichface]

[Lup can't help the way her smile goes even wider at that answer, like if she wasn't stuck in such a tense situation, she'd be laughing herself into tears all over it.

But Taako's there, already too close to the man, and the last thing she wants is to lose this guy's attention and have him look over to find her twin before they're ready. So Lup straightens her expression a little, puffs up her chest like she's not afraid of this guy, and gives him her first honest answer.]

Lup. [a beat] S'not like it matters.

[restinglichface]

Maybe. Not sure why they'd wanna kidnap a bunch of kids, but... [her skinny shoulders shrug. Lup honestly doesn't have a better answer for it. The city feels like it's full of children, of all ages, just running loose without supervision. It's kind of awesome, besides, y'know, the whole not knowing how they'd ended up here thing.]

Will you bite 'em? [She says it with a grin, like she's hoping the answer is yes.] How about you chomp on 'em and I'll light 'em all on fire?

That'll teach those jerks.

[requiemshark]

Sometimes the people. But mostly it's the caves. Things that want to eat you.

[He shrugs.]

Or what the gods do. They get hungry, they fuck things up so they can eat. They want us happy, they give us food. Alcohol. Stuff like that. They want us afraid, we see things that scare us.

[braveoff]

[ Whoops. Don't bolt, kid. Drake adjusts his tone back to something lighter. ]

Don't worry, I'm not turning you in. We'll just put it back before he notices. [ Or something. Drake's not certain how this event is happening, but figures it'll work out. ] You've got balls, I'll give you that. What happens when they do catch you?

[novumcharta]

[Nate pulls a frown but doesn't bitch about it, more show than actual sentiment. More than once he's been caught drifting off by himself over something he imagined in the schoolyard, along the side of the road - flights of fancy, Father Duffy had once called them, encouraging him instead of chiding him. Means you've got a good imagination.]

I ate!

[He replies, somewhat defensive, as he leans in to pick up an apple. He knows he's skinny, but the little jerks in the home gave him crap for it anyway.

Nate polishes his appetizer on his shirtsleeve.]

They just, y'know. Fed us stuff that didn't taste great. Like in Oliver Twist, but probably worse.

[Orphanage macaroni is way worse than gruel, he just knows it.]

[braveoff]

[ Drake relaxes a little when the other kid settles on the windowsill, waving back uncertainly. They're just far enough apart that he has to raise his voice, but not quite shout. ]

How's the view?

[requiemshark]

[Terrence eyes the man, but doesn't make a run for it. Not yet. He offers the gauntlet back. Seems like safer option.]

Nothing. Or smack me into a wall. But I'm fast and they're stupid.

[Wait.]

Nooooot that your friend's stupid! Nope. Nu-uh.

[romeoeatsbrains]

The pastor says we're all bad, that all we can do is destroy things. God is going to let us ruin the world so we can have a better one.

[ The words have the feeling of repetition, a child who has absorbed everything the adults around him have said and internalized it. This is the only thing he's ever known, it's all the faith he's been allowed and it is deeply woven into the idea that humans are terrible. ]

[requiemshark]

It's awesome.

[Terrence leans down, grinning. He likes the thrill of hanging off the edge, right over open air.]

C'mon! It's fun.

[braveoff]

Well to me that sounds fake. Why would you deserve a better world if you ruined the one you had? Won't you just wreck that one too?

[ He's honestly asking. Where's the logic here? ]

[requiemshark]

Sure, kid.

[He has the sudden urge to ruffle her hair and no idea where it came from.]

Hnn. Not exactly. More like you should kill them quickly. So it doesn't hurt. Because it's not a good fight then. It's just a means to an end. And that's simple.

[He shakes his head.]

I'm not explaining it right. Sorry.

[requiemshark]

[Ephemera covers his mouth, hiding a smile.]

They don't have chocolate where you're from?

[puzzlingly]

「Why you like dis...

He shakes his head.」

Nope.

[romeoeatsbrains]

Because he made us this way. This was in his plan. It's why he lets wars happen and people lose their families.

[ He's frowning at Drake. Why would he question this when it makes an awful sort of sense? ]

[restinglichface]

[Lup is a gremlin and somehow manages to eat more disgustingly messy than her adult counterpart, just ripping straight into her sandwich, crumbs gathering in her lap while she stares at Merle and chews. Open-mouthed, for sure.]

What word? I hear you fine.

[seekingmyfortune]

Wha--I--

[THIS IS NOT HOW HIS PICKPOCKETS USUALLY GO.

Sam considers if it's even worth trying to feign innocence. With some people still watching their argument, he decides it's a risk he'll have to take. Otherwise they might lose everything. He does step closer to her though, lowering his voice to a whisper.]

Hey, I did not try to steal from you. [I succeeded is his immediate unsaid thought.] Now, if you excuse me, I've got a magic show to help out with.

[When in trouble, try to make a quick, inconspicuous getaway.]

[requiemshark]

[Endless cynicism and a weird sense of humor, that's why.]

Well. It's pretty much a form of currency in my world. People literally start wars over the stuff.

[He's teasing. A little.]

[requiemshark]

[Fun, fun, fun! So much fun. Terrence flashes her his best grin and hoists himself up. And he climbs.]

[storyseeker]

[This is so not how it's supposed to go. The bad guy's supposed to admit to his bad deeds when he's caught!]

No way, buster! [She grabs his sleeve and holds on with a tight grip.] If you didn't try to steal from me, does that mean you were trying to grab my butt?

I should call the police on you. [Hmmph!]

[seekingmyfortune]

All right, I'll give you that.

[Sam says with a chuckle as he plucks a few grapes from the bunch and leans back on one hand, propping a leg up comfortably.]

Pretty sure the stray dogs wouldn't even eat some of the stuff they tried to serve us.

[He pops a grape into his mouth, then makes an exclamation like he's remembered something.]

Remember when we tried to sneak down to the kitchen after Christmas and make that cake from one of those boxes? Father Duffy was this close to helping us out.

[braveoff]

[ Don't lean over, you'll fall!!! Drake bites his lip to keep from shouting a warning up, pretty sure it'd just get him laughed at. He's not chicken, he's not, really. It's just that falling is way more of a con than the view would be a pro, and he's got no particular reason to want to impress this kid. He eyes the side of the building critically. ]

Where'd you start from?

[braveoff]

[ Hah. ]

Nice save, kid.

[ He takes the gauntlet back, grinning. And he already knows the answer to his next question, but this is just for appearances. ]

What's your name, anyway?