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hadriel_logs2018-01-23 10:37 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-01-23 10:37 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- abigail hobbs,
- akira kurusu,
- alana,
- anakin skywalker,
- annabeth chase,
- aranea highwind,
- atem,
- bianca,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- celebrimbor,
- daenerys targaryen,
- dr. lance sweets,
- dr. newton geiszler,
- dr. temperance brennan,
- elena fisher,
- ellie,
- fingon,
- george lass,
- hanako nurumi,
- harlan halliday,
- jo harvelle,
- kravitz,
- laura palmer,
- lup,
- lydia,
- margaery tyrell,
- merle highchurch,
- michael munroe,
- nathan drake,
- nico di angelo,
- prompto argentum,
- rey,
- sam drake,
- sansa stark,
- seel har parasiel,
- swift har parasiel,
- trafalgar law,
- tucker,
- will solace,
- yehudit/ravine,
- yusuke kitagawa
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
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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[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.
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Chyeah.
[He exclaims around a mouthful of apple, chewing quickly and swallowing before speaking again.]
You got vegetable oil on your kicks and I had egg in my hair. I thought he was gonna write us down for "disciplinary action." [Quieter, Nate rubs his thumb against the skin of his apple.] He was a good guy.
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[Sam laughs, finishing off the grapes in his hand. The shift in energy is contagious though, and Sam looks over at Nathan briefly before looking down at the rest of the food in front of them.]
Yeah, he was. Wonder what he's doing now.
[He often wonders about that. He wonders what Father Duffy would say if he saw them now, scavenging for food and money, using tricks and sleight of hand to survive just a little bit more. Part of him must have known that that kind of place would never work for boys like them. For him.
Sam clears his throat a little, grabbing a roll and trying his best to break the top from the bottom. He inserts some of the meat in it to make a sandwich, then holds it out for Nathan.]
To Father Duffy. And for letting us keep our dessert privileges even when you had an egg hanging in your hair.
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He left everything his pack-rat, book-hoarding butt had gathered since he was five. Father Duffy probably had a heart attack trying to find him. "Twelve Year Old Boy Disappears From Orphanage, Whereabouts Unknown" is a pretty dismal headline.
But he glances back up when a meat-stuffed roll crosses into his line of sight, setting his apple down and taking the makeshift sandwich. It's good food - better than most of what they've found recently - and he knows they should be enjoying it.]
To Father Duffy. [He raises his dinner, and as he leans in to take a bite he feels an awful twist of a smile cross his face.] Y'know, if this bread was warm it'd be a real toast.
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Ah, good one. [And he means it. Seriously, where did they get their punny genes from?] You know, that Nate the Great stuff never works out you could always be a clown.
[Oh--]
Sorry. Forgot.
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He flicks a grape at Sam with a mild smile, which immediately falls at the mention of, you know, that.]
Seriously? It's almost dark and you talk about clowns?
[For all the prepubescent exasperation there is a winnowing fear in his tone.]
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I'm sorry, I'm sorry I forgot. Look, if it makes you feel better you can hold my coin for the night, all right?
[He reaches back in to his pocket to hold out the dubloon for him. Where did Nathan get such a horrible fear of clowns? Sam can't remember, but it has always been a little amusing.]
We should find a place to camp out before it gets too dark here. You have enough to eat?
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Um.
[Looking down at the rest of the "sandwich" in his hand, he does what any child would do: shoves an estimated three bites of something into his mouth, determined to make it one bite. Cheeks as full as a chipmunk's he flashes Sam a thumbs up.]
Mmphf.
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[Sam warns as he watches the coin disappear in his brother's hand. He knows it's not something that needs to be said--Nathan is just as careful about these things as he is--but it would suck if something happened to their finds either way.
As Nate scarfs down his "dinner", Sam chuckles, beginning to wrap up the rest of their food to save for later.]
All right, Scooby, don't forget to chew before you swallow. [He puts the food in his back, closing it up before standing and pulling the straps over his shoulders. He looks around.] What do ya think, should we go back to one of those buildings back there?
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[Nate agrees sagely, nodding. Shoving the rest of his goods into his pack and he chews, he makes sure to slip Sam's coin into the inside pocket.
Wouldn't want to lose that bad boy.
Shouldering his pack with a little shift and brushing crumbs off his front, Nate finally swallows his truly herculean mouthful and glances back in the direction Sam indicated. Things don't really get dark here so much as they get dim, but after seven years in the orphanage he's confident he can fall asleep no matter the circumstances.]
...yeah. Think we can find some place with a view?
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[Sam chuckles as he adjusts the backpack, giving the straps a few good tugs on his shoulders until it falls evenly on his back. A life of luxury has never exactly been in their cards, but they've always made due with what they could find. Fluffy pillows and down blankets were nothing more than a dream, but that didn't mean they couldn't make the best of a situation. As long as they had a roof over their heads during bad weather, they could turn anything into a type of "home" for a little while. After all they've been through, that's something Sam could at least give Nathan a taste of.
Sam walks back to the moped, continuing to squint into the distance at the shadows of the buildings against the horizon. Locking on to one, he points at it.]
Pretty sure that tower over there's gonna have some nice views.
[He grins back at his brother and straddles the Vespa again, starting it up.]
Wanna go check it out?
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[He says, with an air of childish authority that suggests he has no idea what pressing a suit even entails. He trails after Sam at a slightly slower clip, quiet, meandering around sidewalk cracks and plant life, peering distractedly behind a small shrub. When he makes it back to the moped Sam is already there, settled and ready.
Following the direction in which his brother had spoken Nate squints at the tower in question, clambering onto the scooter behind him and grabbing the side handles.]
It looks good. [He trusts Sam to know.] M'ready.