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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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[Abigail frowns.]

You think we're dead? And this is what? The afterlife?

[She shakes her head.]

I'm only fourteen. I still live at home. His house, his rules. It'll be different at college. He can't stop me from going if I get accepted. I just have to hide how well I'm doing at school until then.

I know I was dead, but now I'm not. I'm pretty sure you're not dead.

Then, if I were you, I'd apply to colleges far away from home. Colleges you'd need a plane to get to. Just to keep him from interfering with you.

You were dead like you had some kind of out of body experience?

[Abigail nods. She has plans to be free someday, even if a part of her feels it'll never happen.]

I've already started making lists of which schools have the programs I want.

No, I was dead as in dead. As in, my father stabbed me to death with a knife.

Yeah? What're you interested in studying?

People don't come back when their dads do that.

[She says it matter of factly. A part of her expects her father to do something similar.]

Psychology. I want to work for the FBI someday.

They do when they're sent here. And did I mention that my father didn't just cut my throat and end it. He stabbed me. Repeatedly. It hurt.

[she's also matter of fact. there's no getting around the fact that her dad was possessed by a demon and killed her]

I don't know which colleges are close to the FBI headquarters, but there has to be one far away from your dad.

[Abigail considers it for a moment. She was in pain. Pain caused by someone who was supposed to love her. Maybe thinking she's dead is easier than dealing with it. Abigail still can't accept that she's in another world where people can come back from the dead, so it's easier to put a psychological spin on things.]

I'm sorry that happened to you.

FBI headquarters are in Washington, and the academy is in Virginia. I'd find a college anywhere. I could always go to the academy after I get a degree. As long as I get out of Minnesota.

[She doesn't think he'd ever leave the state. It's his hunting ground.]

So am I. But now I'm here, so. [shrugs]

Then go to California. Florida. Texas. Any place that's far away from Minnesota.

Someplace sunny and bright?

[Abigail chuckles. She doesn't think she's meant for that kind of life.]

I'd be totally out of place. It's nice to think about though.

Someplace far away from home.

[better that kind of life than being under her father's thumb]

Who says you'd be out of place? People go those places from all kinds of areas.

Yeah. I guess I just think of those kinds of places as being filled with happy people.

[Maybe if she'd been raised somewhere else, she'd think of Minnesota as a happy place.]

And my dad says no one outside our family will ever understand us.

And you're not happy? Or think that you can't be?

[it's okay, Laura considers Twin Peaks, Washington to be an unhappy place]

That's bull. Just talk to people the way you're talking to me, it'll be just fine.

I don't think I'm meant to be happy.

[That's more honest than Abigail usually gets.]

I don't know. I'm not like other kids. I don't get out like they do, I have to follow rules they don't.

That's bullshit. Everyone is meant to be happy. Even lowlifes like me.

[and Laura responds with honesty in kind]

You ever think that it's the rules that are weird and not you?

Why do you think you're a lowlife? Because of your dad?

[Abigail understands blaming herself for a dad's actions.]

It's hard to separate them. The rules were made for me.

I'm a lowlife because I had sex for money and had sex just because I wanted it and because I was a cocaine addict.

[Laura doesn't exactly blame herself. she blames BOB, but knows that the only thing she can do to stop him is die]

Okay, so what kind of rules are we talking about here?

You're not a lowlife. Sex and drugs don't hurt people, not in the way your dad hurt you. He's the lowlife.

[She shrugs.]

Rules like he has to know where I am and what I'm doing all the time. I have to hunt with him, keep some secrets, stuff like that.

Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't. It's all BOB's fault, anyway.

[conveniently leaving aside Laura's interest in sex at the age of twelve]

See, those are rules he needs to light up a little on. You're smart, you can keep yourself out of trouble. I mean, you'd never just take a drink from a stranger at a party, would you? [and the mention of secrets pings her in a bad way] What kind of secrets?

Who's Bob?

[She's already assuming he's someone the woman's dad blames for his actions. Her father blames others too.]

I wouldn't take a drink at all. My dad's very selective about what we consume. [Almost everything is hunted by him, or grown in their garden. He even made the pipes in their house for the water.]

They wouldn't be secrets if I told you.

Edited 2018-02-13 17:49 (UTC)

BOB is a demon. He's been having me since I was twelve. Living in my father's body for I don't know how long.

[Laura wishes BOB was just a man. maybe she wouldn't have had to die to escape him]

So no alcohol? At all? [she thinks that Abigail's father is seriously controlling and that's not good]

I can keep a secret.

Oh. I'm sorry.

[There's no surprise in her voice. She's not taking her literally. She thinks of her father as having a monster inside him sometimes, though she doesn't admit it.]

No alcohol from other people. My dad lets me have wine on special occasions and a sip of his beer when we're in his hunting cabin.

It's family stuff.

So am I.

[she figures that her story sounds a little far fetched. demons and angels aren't real, right? wrong]

Wine can be real good, but I'm talking stuff like vodka. Whiskey. Tequila. Rum.

Yeah, that's usually the most messed up shit.

No, nothing like that. I'm only fourteen. And doesn't it taste nasty?

Any family can seem messed up to people that aren't in it.

[She thinks her peers that have arguments with their parents must be screwed up. She doesn't know what normal is.

No, not when you mix it with something. Like a rum and Coke or a vodka lemonade. Or a margarita.

I guess you've got a point there.

[her mother is an emotionally fragile chain smoker and her father is, well. possessed by a demon. hard to get more messed up than that]

Couldn't you just drink coke or lemonade and tell people you mixed it with something? That way, you don't get drunk or hungover and you get to see what everyone else is like when they're drunk, remember all the embarrassing stuff they did that they forgot.

[She's already starting to think about manipulating others.]

And I wouldn't make my dad mad if I didn't really drink.

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Event Log: The Hope of a Child

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