Event Log: The Hope of a Child

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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

[barold]

Until y-you let them..?

[Barry sniffles softly, hand squeezing the stranger's as he considers his words. Is he gonna take him somewhere safe? Somewhere hidden? It almost sounds like he's gonna hide them in plain sight. Which sounds like invisibility. Which sounds like...

Even though the boy's eyes are wet with tears, his breathing uneasy, his fingers shaky, there's no hiding the excited awe on his round face.]

Can you do magic?

[fadeling]

No. It's not magic, it's just me. Fade and faded, a whisper like wind that may not have been there. Maybe a memory, found and lost. Like that.

[Not that it explains much, but he tries.]

[barold]

[Barry still doesn't get it. Whatever the man is gonna do to get him to safety - fading, whispers, memories? - it sounds like magic even though it isn't. And it still sounds pretty.

The little boy takes a deep, shuddering breath, wiping as his wet cheeks with his free hand, before nodding firmly. He trusts the man.] O-Okay, sir.

[fadeling]

[Off they go then?]

You can call me Cole. [It's not his name, but he can call him that.]

[barold]

[Off they go!]

O-Okay, Cole. [That's a nice name. Usually he'd introduce himself with his full name, but... honestly, the nickname his mother gave him is exactly the kind of comfort her needs right now.]

... I'm Barry.

[fadeling]

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

[barold]

H-Hello...

[Barry shuffles nervously after the man, sticking close to him, squeezing his hand.]

Um... I-- I dunno. Home... [He shrugs. This doesn't look anything like home. There are two suns in the sky, yes, but that's about the only familiar thing.] It's c-called Fairbreach. Where did you come from?

[fadeling]

[He does not know Fairbreach, so he focuses on his answer instead.]

Dreams. Whispers that wind around, between, underneath, above. A place that isn't any place but still a place.

[barold]

[That doesn't make sense to Barry. Of course, a lot of things don't make sense to Barry right now. He sniffles softly, looking up at the man guiding him to safety.]

Are you a dream, sir..?

[fadeling]

No. I'm me. [This helps. It's a good answer.]

[barold]

[So... not a dream... but he comes from dreams... hmm.]

Did someone dream you up? How... H-How can you be a person that's from a dream-place?

[Barry frowns deeply, thinking super hard, trying to puzzle this out.] Am I dreaming?

[fadeling]

No. [Wait.] I don't think so. You're real and I'm real too, but sometimes people think they're more real than others.

[barold]

Y'don't think so? [Sounds fake. Barry's face scrunches up harder.] So... are you more real, or am I? I don't get it, sir.

[fadeling]

I don't know. Are you?

[barold]

... I think so. [He's never thought about it before.] Y-Yes? I-- I mean, I'm... I'm real. I'm pretty sure.

[fadeling]

Okay. [He'll take that.] I think you are too.

[barold]

[Oh. That wasn't so hard. The tension in Barry's shoulders seems to ease. He still holds on to the man's hand.] Thank you, sir.

I think you are too.

[fadeling]

A wisp and whisper, flown and fallen and final. If that's real then I am too.