hadriel_logs | 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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[He nods, committing it to memory. He won't be scared, not like he was when she was somewhere off in the unknown. It's okay.]

Then I'll just hear you workin', dingus. It's fine.

[He won't be long anyway. This sort of thing is nice, but he hasn't really learned the value or art of relaxation yet. Not when everything is danger, and he's not out of it yet.]

G'on, I'll be up there in a few minutes.

[Lup moves to the doorway and sticks out her tongue at him before disappearing.]

Try not to get swept down the drain, Koko.

[And as promised, whenever he'd finally emerge, Lup would be upstairs in the kitchen, digging around in the fridge for leftovers that Magnus hasn't already inhaled.]

[He blows a raspberry as she leaves, sinking down into the water. He mostly finishes washing his hair, scrubbing the dirt off his body, and then waiting a few minutes until he's properly warm. Then there's really no point. He clambers out, drying himself off quickly and fumbling with the clothes Lup burgled for him. They don't fit exactly right, but nothing he's ever owned has, so. He leaves the top two buttons undone; it feels too tight, like the outfits their parents used to try to force them into for fancy parties, and Taako doesn't want to think about them. Not when they're doing JUST fine without 'em, as far as he's concerned.

He makes his way upstairs, steps light.]

D'you want me to help with dinner? What do we got to work with?

[No matter how quiet he is, Lup still turns just as Taako emerges from the stairs, shooting a grin over her shoulder towards her twin.]

Looks like we've gotta throw somethin' together from scratch. [With this many folks stuffed together under the same roof, sometimes food just disappears.]

Whatcha feel like? We keep shit stocked so, any requests?

[He purses his lips, suddenly unsure of what to say. All of this is so new to him- he can't just have everything, he doesn't even know where to begin. His favorites have always been limited by availability, whatever's in front of him at the time. He can't even think of something rare or scarce or fancy. He's never even thought about it.]

Uhm... I dunno.

[It's a little bit embarassing, really. To just have no idea like he does now.]

What's my favorite? Like future me. What do I like?

[Maybe she left that suggestion way too broad considering what she knows he's been eating as of late. Totally her bad, but Lup can make up for this.]

Y'know what. I know exactly what you're gonna love. Wanna grab the aprons off the hook an' drag a chair over here?

[He looks at her, an excited little sparkle in his eye as he's already moving, grabbing aprons down and throwing them over his shoulder while he nabs a chair from the dining room.]

What is it? Do I get to know?

[Once he's close, he tosses one of the aprons her way, already rolling his to fit before tying it on.]

[Lup catches the tossed apron with ease, slipping it over her head and moving to make room for the chair to get planted at her side.]

I could tell you, sure, but what if we just dive right in an' I let you guess instead? Make a game outta it.

[He puffs up his cheeks a little, like he's gonna argue about being patronized, but he also thinks he might be able to do this. So he scrambles up onto the chair and crosses his arms, defiant.]

Then I'm definitely gonna win.

[How many recipes can they know??? It can't be so many. He can do this.]

Event Log: The Hope of a Child

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