Event Log: Kiss me Kill me

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters in the city
What: The event log for the Kiss me Kill me event!
Where: All around the city
When: Feb 17th-24th
Warnings: potential violence & abuse

Things are... a bit different on the morning of the 17th. When you wake up, your first thought is of the person or thing you love the most. That in itself isn't very strange- maybe you think about the lucky someone often. This time, however, it's accompanied by a deep-seated need to be near them. You have to find them and soon, so you can be with them- and if you can't be with them, then you'll find a new way to prove your devotion.

Maybe that new way is via kidnapping, maybe it's via poisoning the person they're spending time with, or maybe it's just a matter of you being in their personal space all the time. Whatever the case, your obsession doesn't make much sense but you lack the self awareness to see it for what it is. Hopefully someone stops you before it's too late...

Unfortunately, you may be dealing with your own crazed stalker. How are you going to shake them off so you can get back to the thing that really matters to you? Let's hope things don't get violent!

► This log covers February 17th-February 24th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If someone really put the yan in your dere, please let us know here.

Comments

lup l closed to barry l warnings: domestic abuse (more to come if necessary)

[restinglichface]

[OOC: Below are all closed prompts for Barry and Lup. If you want anything with Lup this event, hmu!]

Feb 19th

[restinglichface]

[Nothing about this week has been normal for Lup.

The day after Barry's unsettling outburst, everything seemed to settle peacefully back into place for the pair. Lup had spent the whole day with her husband, just lounging around the empty house, doting a little extra on one another. When it was just the two of them, Lup stretched out on the couch with Barry tenderly rubbing her feet, everything had felt as normal as ever. The tension of their fight may have continued to linger just at the back of the elf's mind, a worry she couldn't completely shake, but every affectionate smile or brush of Barry's fingers seemed to soothe her and say they were just fine.

They'd both soon discover that one good day together amounted to absolutely nothing by the time Lup was waking up the following morning.

Barry was gone. She'd rolled over onto his side of the bed, intent on waking him up in her own special way, but flopped over to find nothing but an empty space, the man vanished. Lup pouted a little after that, frowning that he'd run off to work in the lab so early without even waking her, but that thread of disappointment was quickly pulled taut, anger bubbling up in it's place. Lup tried to ignore it, to go about her morning routine without addressing the strange emotions that kept dragging themselves into her every thought, but it was sometime after she'd gotten breakfast for Angus ready that her anger just hit a tipping point.

Within the hour, the front door to the lab opens with just a bit too much force, the woman striding inside with a snarl twisting at her lips, wild gaze darting around the lab's work room for sight of her husband. She's dressed down for the day and her hair is pulled off to the side in a messy braid, like she hadn't even bothered to brush it before she was running out the door.]

[barold]

[Yesterday was a good day. Barry had spent the entirety of it with Lup, doting on her, treating her right, content in the knowledge that she was right there with him and wasn't going anywhere. Her running off with her friend, forgetting to tell him, not thinking about his feelings, that-- that had all been a fluke. It'd just slipped her mind. And she promised nothing happened. She said she wouldn't do it again. Good. That's good.

But science doesn't rest, and with his anxieties eased, Barry was eager to get back to the lab and catch up on all the work he didn't get around to earlier. It's slow work, slogging through pages of notes, compiling and comparing, trying to eliminate anything that doubles up and clogs the system. Somewhere in these pages, there's an answer to their questions, an observation about the Door that will make everything fall into place.

A sudden, loud noise from the entryway snaps Barry out of his reverie. The lab is almost always quiet... Especially now, with so many folks gone looking for these mystery orbs of Hope's. What could this be about? He gets up from his station and peers around the corner, eyes going wide at the sight of his wife, glaring furiously around the empty room.]

Lup?

[She never comes to the lab. From the look of her, she's right out of bed. Something must have happened, she's never this angry and disheveled for no reason.]

Lup, what's goin' on? What're you doin' here?

feb 24th

[barold]

[She's there again.

Once, he could tolerate. Once, he could forgive. It'd been a slip-up, Lup going to Lucretia's place to day-drink without telling him that one time. It'd just slipped her little mind. Barry could understand it happening once, could even believe her when she weaseled out of his accusations, when she said she never strayed.

Some days it's been harder to believe than others, but ultimately, Barry had believed her. He'd done his best to keep her in the house, though. Just in case. Her little tantrum at the lab proved that he'd need to keep her on a short leash going forward. Barry doesn't like it when things get messy - and Lup has been very messy lately.

It's been an awful, violent, amazing week. Barry's lost count of how many times they ended up screaming at each other, only to spend the rest of the evening intensely intimate.

But today, she's just gone. He'd thought she'd let him sleep in for fucking once, but instead wakes to find the house completely empty. No sign of her, no trace, everyone else in the house either out exploring or having abandoned ship entirely. Barry is instantly furious. He's spent a lot of this week indulging in rage that doesn't come easily or naturally to him at all, but this feels worse. Bigger. How dare she? After that first night, after he blew up in her face about it, after all this time accusing each other, fighting, compromising, she still went back. Where else could she have gone? She doesn't fucking do anything all day. There's no other explanation. She must've gone back to Lucretia.

She lied to him.

When he's made it to the apartments, stormed up the stairs, approaching the door, he's still trembling with rage. It's white-hot and searing in his gut, in his head, in his hands clenched into tight, shaking fists at his side. Fists that, as soon as he's at Lucretia's door, start hammering on the smooth surface enough to make it rattle on its hinges, enough to bruise and hurt him. He doesn't even notice the pain. He just starts shouting, still pounding on the door.]

Lup! I know you're in there! Get the fuck out here right now!

[restinglichface]

[The week's been the weirdest combination of both awful and awesome.

Every single morning this week, Lup's woken up with a burning thread of anger in her gut, coiling and boiling within her, the feeling lasting good and well into the day until her and Barry finally exploded at each other and then quickly made up. Like the only cure for this newfound rage was the press of Barry's heartbeat against her, the complete and total reassurance that he was there with her and that no one else was ever going to have him.

Nothing between the pair's gotten nearly as physical as what occurred in the lab that early afternoon, but Lup still has a few bruises across her arms and back from Barry's rough handling.

But this morning, when her dearest husband awakes, Lup's already gone, having left no note for him behind, not a single clue as to where she'd disappeared to. Not that Barry has to wonder for very long. His suspicions are spot on, even if the accusations he's building up against her are wrong. Lup had slipped out of the house early to visit Lucretia again, just to check in on her best friend after disappearing so abruptly days earlier.

With most of the population out of the city, Hadriel must be even more lonely than normal for the woman who'd been thrown into seclusion, away from her family.

It's Lup who answers the door moments after Barry begins pounding at it, yelling for her attention. Initially, the elf opens the door just enough to peer out at the man with a mild glare, but it's the sight of that rage in his expression that has Lup's irritation quickly growing.]

Barry! [She hisses his name, slipping with ease outside of the front door so Lup can draw it shut behind her, keeping whatever nonsense her husband is upset about now away from the woman inside. There's more than enough drama going on between Lucretia and Taako right now. Luce doesn't need this shit on her shoulders too.]

What are you even doin' here? Your phone stop workin' or what? You could have called.

nesting this here since we planned it LOL, the 24th

[pocketspa]

[For once, Taako had a damn good fuckin' week.

He tried to get Lup to come with them as soon as Love made the announcement they could leave, but she pushed back that she'd go with him later. It's fine-- it's not that he's ever looking for time away with her, but with Magnus back and missing so much, nostalgia was gripping at his heels for some good Tres Horny Boys action. So he made some disparaging remarks about her goopiness with Barry, scooped up the boys, and left.

Moreso than getting to spend a week on the road, blowing shit up and doing generally whatever the fuck he wanted, he's riding the wave of a bit of god magic himself. Having the orb from Hope strapped to their car for the last two days meant the road trip back was probably the best he's ever had. He knows it's fake, but fuck it-- these gods have never done anything decent for him, he's taking it. So when he hits the house, he's carrying some leftover supplies, and practically elated. He's got stories, his sister's gonna be here, and he's finally coming back home. Wonderful.

That makes it... a little worse when he crosses the threshold and some wave of something just not being right hitting him as he walks.

Taako's a particular kind of... well, particular about where he lives. Sure, he and Lup's room is a disasterpiece theater, but he's always known exactly where everything is in the chaos. It's like a perfect way of knowing when the space is his, when no one else can possibly navigate it. So he knows when something's just a little out of place in the house; small cracks in the doorframe from where things have been slammed, stuff knocked over and hastily replaced. It makes him nervous, even if he can't place why.

Still not quite off his good mood, he starts heading for the stairs, calling up them as he walks.]

Lup? Barold? Anybody home?

[restinglichface]

[Taako doesn't have to hunt through the house for very long.

Lup's waiting just as her brother climbs up to the second floor, the woman standing there in front of their shared bedroom, just pulling the door shut behind her as he comes into view. Since disappearing for their guy's trip out across this new planet they'd been dropped onto, Lup hasn't heard very much from the trio, which was all due to lousy cell signal or Lup would have touched base more frequently with her twin.

But because she hadn't, she's not as prepared for Tres Horny Boys' glorious return as she'd have liked to be. Cleaning isn't exactly her forte, but Lup would have at least made an effort to hide the new burns in their couch.]

Hey, 'Ko.

[Right away, Lup's exhaustion is all too obvious. Even without catching sight of the tiredness etched along the sharp lines of her face, Taako of all people would know immediately just from her the width of stance, the subtle droop of her ears, the hands hanging at her side. There's a few bruises healing up along Lup's arms, looking a bit worse than they actually were at this point, but the biggest change would have to be her new cropped haircut, the whole 'do unevenly cut, a wild halo of light-colored hair sticking around her head.

No matter how much her heart catches at finally seeing her twin again, Lup doesn't move to close the distance between them, her tone as casual as ever.]

How was shit? See anythin' wild? Did Mags end up eating one of those orbs or what?

Lydia | Open | Warnings: Very probable violence escalation

[wonderland_vogue]

There's something very different about Lydia than normal, usually she'd be hiding or wandering around while keeping a wide distance from the majority of the others around. Normally she'd just type on her device and screw around on the network, rarely, if ever, deciding to meet or speak to someone face to face. Which is probably why she's not the most recognizable form in the beginning of things. Just a tall slender elf that seems far more... irritated than anything else. All of her focus is on one person in particular, one that deep down she knows isn't here. One that is dead, far deader than she is, and yet there's something tugging at her to tell her that he has to be here somewhere. She was dead, right? So if she could be here then so could he.

Which is why her fists are clenched at her sides, nails digging into the palms of her hands though largely ignored as it was all an act. This form, her humanity, all of it was nothing more than an elaborate act.

The illusion was already starting to flicker, to fade, long hair disappearing from hair and scalp to the bone white of a skeleton with each longer flicker. Clothing of bright colors and elaborate design finding itself being replaced with ragged black robes, hands and face less skin and more bone with eerie red eyes. At least she was somewhat keeping it together.

"Where is he." She's snarling immediately, not to anyone in particular but it hardly seemed like she wanted anything other than a concrete answer.

SCREAM

[hellosirs]

Angus, hidden just inside a nearby alleyway with his back pressed against the wall, instantly regrets leaving the house. Barry and Lup had been acting... weird, and there had been this strange, uncomfortable tension between them all day, but more than that, Angus couldn't shake the feeling that one of them would try to steal his favourite magnifying glass, so he'd snuck outside and run off the moment the adults had been distracted...

... Unfortunately, he's run into Lydia, the one person in Hadriel that he's been explicitly warned to stay away from, and now he's just hiding for dear life and trying not to breathe too loudly. Gods, he's only met her in person once before, and seeing her like this, flickering back and forth between her skeletal lich form and her elven body, is terrifying.

Ango no

[wonderland_vogue]

Luckily for him, she hasn't noticed his hiding. Not yet, anyway. Eventually she's dropping her illusion completely, showing the full lich nonsense that comes with what the sect she'd been with had left her being dressed as in death. A black robe now very much torn and frayed at the edges and the hood left down to expose the fact she's nothing but bone and red eyes at this point.

Her movements are far less walking and more like gliding, any hint of feet seeming disappearing into just the bottom of that damn robe. With that spell removed she's finally getting a chance to survey the area around her, something feeling off.

"Come out and maybe I won't use you for stress relief." Her voice is remaining as a snarl, though at least there's some promise of violence and murder being non-existent, though it depends on what Angus wants to do with that particular information.

[ex_break829]

"Whoa, what the fuck!"

Jack doesn't mean to engage her — seems like kind of a stupid idea — but this is like the third time in a week he's checked out some chick's right bid and then realized he was a hideous monster. This time instead of a nurse it's a goddamn angry skeleton, and when she (it?) yells, his gun leaps into his hands.

"You uh," -he's not actually aiming at her, yet, but his shoulders are squared. "You lookin' for someone?"

[wonderland_vogue]

All pretenses of having a flesh body are dropped the moment she hears his voice, returning properly to the bleached skeleton with glowing red eyes and frayed black robe. Swinging around on a dime she's regarding him and that gun, a brow (how does she have eyebrows like this, it's like some weird bone eyeridge at this point) raising at the weapon.

"That won't do you any good. And I'm looking for my brother, where is he?" Not having an answer doesn't seem like the proper way to go about this given there's something very clearly not stable about this woman at the moment. Better think fast, Jack.

lol hi

[sneaklizard]

In her repetitive search, Carey happens upon this weird, creepy sight, which is enough to pull her attention away from her own quest for a moment. Not entirely, but enough to cause her to look and try to understand what the hell is happening with this person.

Liches are fairly noticeable once their bodies - or illusions, as it were - are stripped away, though the dragonborn wanders for a moment if this place even has them. Two parts of her tell her to not approach - self preservation, and obsessive defensiveness. Yet, she sneaks closer, but not too much, not stupidly so.

"What are you...?" Quietly, to herself, observing.

Delmar | Open to anyone who has CR with him

[imhisaunt]

[Delmar is used to loneliness. He's used to living alone. He may not like it but he's adapted to it. For over 40 years he's lived a lonely existence and quiet empty spaces have become as familiar to him as his own face in the mirror.

Except suddenly he's very not used to it and not only that he feels it in an immediate frustrating way like a blanket of lead he can't shake off. It starts as a pacing around his flat and subconscious anxious biting of his lip before it turns to more specific thoughts of his friends and questions of where they were and what they were doing and more importantly why were they in those places and doing those things without him??

So over the course of the next few days your character might realize that someone is very clumsily spying on them. Hiding behind shrubs that don't actually hide him at all or peaking around corners as your character walks down the street.

Towards the end of the event he may be so bold and desperate as to simply take hold of your arm and refuse to let go, insisting he go everywhere with you.]

Harlan Halliday

[ghostlocked]

[just closed starters for hh since he's only going to be in town for a couple of days, but hmu at mippins if you want to plan anything with him!]

feb 19 | closed to michael | cw: homicidal urges, violence/domestic abuse/probably gore later

[ghostlocked]

[Of all the shit the gods have pulled since Harlan has been in Hadriel, this is by far the worst. At least with the other events, Harlan could tell where the invasive feelings ended and he began. Now it's all mixed up. He can't tell which parts are getting forced on him. Hell, he can't even tell if it's an event. Maybe it's just him.

It's not like the sick shit he's been obsessing over for the past two days is a far cry from his normal. The intrusive thoughts are more frequent, more vivid, more difficult to resist... But the roots have always been there. He thinks about hurting people a lot. Usually it's "people" in a general sense, no one specific, though tailored fantasies do crop up from time to time. He's thought about hurting most of his friends at least once. He's thought about hurting Michael plenty of times.

The difference is that usually, the thoughts are fleeting. Isolated. They'll pop in out of nowhere and he might obsess for an hour or two if he doesn't have any other distractions readily available, but that's it. Now, his tactics for breaking himself out of the cycle aren't working. The urges aren't so much intrusive thoughts as his only thought, one sustained daydream that he can't shake off. It's constant, and it's getting harder and harder to keep himself at bay. In the past, he at least had the benefit of a rational voice to talk himself down, but it's gone silent. There are no reasons why acting on his impulses would be a bad idea.

Except a rare flicker of clarity: You haven't been this uncontrollable in years. If ever. Something is wrong. Pull back.

He decides not to tell Michael that he's leaving until he's practically on his way out the door. It hurts, gnaws at him through the night as he prepares for the trip. He had to sneak out of bed after Michael had fallen asleep in order to keep it a secret. Separation isn't an option when they're awake, which is why it's better that Michael doesn't know.

When Michael wakes up, Harlan is waiting in the living room for him.]

I'm going on that trip that Love mentioned. To the other Hope temples. [Keep it short, matter-of-fact. That's the only way he's going to get through this.] I'll be back when this shit blows over.

feb 19 | closed to hayden

[ghostlocked]

[As with Michael, Harlan decides not to tell Hayden that he's leaving until he's ready to go. He's afraid he won't be able to leave if anyone gets wind of his plan too soon. The only reason he's telling Hayden at all is because they live together and he wants to make sure Hayden can take care of himself while he's gone. Otherwise, he'd just wait until he was out of town and then shoot him a message. That's what he's planning to do with everyone else.

It's early when Harlan knocks on Hayden's bedroom door.]

Hey, buddy, you up?

cecily trevelyan | through the event | ota

[closerift]

[ When she wakes up on the 17th, she thinks of Cullen. Cecily sighs into the empty bedroom as she sits up, draping a hand over Pup where he lies at the foot of the bed. This isn't so strange: for all the time they've been been apart within Hadriel, they've been together in Thedas for longer, and married. Still, there's something... a little different about it today. Along with the usual pangs of loneliness come something Cole had said long ago, near when he'd first arrived: "he loved her." "Her," the "other Inquisitor," the infamous "Inquisitor Lavellan." Another person chosen for her job, someone whose very existence threatened Cecily's own worth. And she'd apparently been - involved. With Cullen.

Envy isn't her usual vice, so this feeling that rises into her throat is... new. Unwanted, but powerful. Pup lifts his head and whines softly, looking at her as if he can sense it, but the Inquisitor slips out of bed to avoid his curious gaze.

The Commander isn't the only one who's been stolen from her by this so-called Inquisitor. Cole and Leliana had both come from the world, too, where Cecily either didn't exist or didn't matter. Aren... doesn't remember her, which is an entirely different issue, but the one that drives her from the house and into the streets is a newfound need to have them-... not only acknowledge her, but also denounce others. Disavow Lavellan.

She can't revenge herself upon the elf now, and can't hide Cullen away, but she'll work with what she's got. ]

HE'S VERY SORRY CECILY ;3;

[fadeling]

[Cole has half been trying to help and half been trying to avoid people. The songs are different, and they hurt to hear, but they have to be hurting them worse. Cecily, too, when he finds her wandering. It sounds wrong and he wants to help, but he's a little afraid to, also. He does regardless because he has to. She's his friend, he has to try.]

The words are changing. Did you whisper them away?

Abigail Hobbs | Open | warnings - violence

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail wakes on the morning of the seventeenth, missing Hannibal more than ever. She hears his voice whispering in her ear, about her father and how cutting her throat was an act of love. It feels as if he's sending her a message, that she needs to show her love in the same way. She can't dare to think of hurting Hannibal though, even if he was there. She wouldn't risk losing him.

No, she needs to do what her father did - he killed substitutes in her place, girls that looked just like her, and it satisfied him for a little while. She knows Hannibal would be proud if she kills again, just as he was when she killed Nicholas Boyle - even more so if she did it to show her love for him. She begins searching the city, wandering the streets,hoping to find someone that looks enough like Hannibal to be her victim. She doesn't eat, barely sleeps and barely drinks water. With each day that passes, she becomes weaker and paler. Her vision blurs and people start to look more and more like him, better candidates to be her victim.]

[ex_break829]

[ Jack doesn't really look that much like Hannibal. Sure, they're both older guys, good cheekbones; Jack has a greyish streak through his brown hair. But he dresses too rugged, and he doesn't have the build, and the mask Jack wears isn't like anybody else's face but his own.

Still, when he runs into Abigail, his first thought is that she looks like his daughter. Like Angel. ]

Hey... hey, uh, you okay?

[ She's walking with a weave, a stumble to her step, almost blindly, and despite how much of a sociopath Jack can be, despite how many people he's killed, it's genuine concern that motivates him to approach her. ]

Carey | Open

[sneaklizard]

[ No no no. This isn't right. This isn't how things should be!

It's been too long. It doesn't make sense - if that stupid Door thing got her in here, why not the person that was literally right next to her before? Why not Killian?

Something needs to be done. This isn't right, this is wrong and this needs to be fixed right now.


Carey can be found skulking her way through town, shoulders hunched and eyes dead set ahead of her. Her hands, however, can spark the more observant person's attention - ever fidgeting, she keeps switching between turning the ring on her finger or downright gripping it in a manner that looks like she might bruise her hand, should she not have scales covering her skin.

There's something deeply unhappy about the way she looks, angry and emotional, possibly unstoppable in her wandering around - there's a purpose to it, of course, to find Killian or make it so she ends here.

This can't be like this. This needs to be fixed. She needs to get here now.

And don't you dare look at her ring.]

[musicandmovement]

[Ty hates being out in the sun so he definitely is not going to go looking for one of those temples. He's staying in the city and staying in the shade as much as he can instead.

The ring isn't what catches his attention when he spots Carey, not by a long shot. It's more so what she herself looks like. His eyes widen and he stares at her, trying to figure out what exactly she might be. While his brain first leaps to 'demon' because that's what anything that looked like that on his world would be, he's been here for long enough to know that there are people here from other worlds that don't just have humans or human-looking races and she could very well be someone from such a world. Still, he hasn't really seen anyone so far who looks as different as she does.]

What are you?

lup l closed to gren l late event

[restinglichface]

[Everyone else is just gone.

Ephemera and Drake. Elena and Nathan. Even Kyna's out of town for the whole mysterious orb adventure on the other side of the planet.

It's not that Gren is the last person Lup would go to for something like this, but their relationship is different than what she has with, say, Ephemera, where the man's become a younger brother to her, where they both know just what to do to comfort one another. But it's not really comfort or pity that Lup's looking for right now. She just needs a place to stay, somewhere she won't be found. So maybe Gren's really is the best solution.

It's early afternoon when there's a quick succession of knocks at Gren's front door, the elf peering over her shoulder while she waits for him, just to make sure she wasn't followed. Lup's expression is trained into careful control, lips pressed into a thin, distant line. But there's no hiding the wetness in her eyes or the flush in her cheeks that lingers from her latest fight with Barry.]

[murderpotato]

[She's lucky, really, that Gren happens to be near the door when she knocks. He's still deaf as a post, and he only notices that she's there because he can see the movement of her feet in the small gap underneath the door. He should fix that, really?]

[He goes to the door, an annoyed look plastered onto his face; the only person that usually comes to see him is Wade, and he wouldn't knock, he'd just come in. Basically got an open invitation to do whatever he wants in Gren's swag pad.]

[The expression drops right off of his face, though, when he sees Lup. She looks... serious, mostly.]

...Did somethin' happen? [Because that's about the only reason he could think of for her to be here, looking like this.] Somebody get hurt?