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Event Log: Kiss me Kill me

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.
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[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.]

[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?

[She doesn't answer either of his questions, not yet. Right now, all Lup can focus on is the throbbing ache of her scalp and the tightness in her throat from holding back tears. She just wants a moment to sit and sort out her thoughts, to let herself just take a moment to breathe.]

Can I crash on your couch? [At least she's asking instead of just nudging her way inside.]

Just need a place to hang till my brother gets back into town. He went exploring with everyone last week. I just... [Her voice drops just briefly, uncertain and lost.] Just need a day or whatever. I won't get in the way of your whole bachelor vibes.

Edited 2018-02-27 04:55 (UTC)

[Something is Wrong, capital W. Something definitely happened, and it's something real damn serious, and there probably isn't a damn thing in the world that Lup could've asked for that he wouldn't have tried to get for her. If all she needs is a place to crash, he'll give that gladly.]

Yeah, sure. Come on in.

[He steps aside to let her in and closes the door behind her.]

I got a spare bedroom, if you wanna crash there.

[Technically, he has two extra bedrooms, but the middle door is locked. Has been for over a year.]

[Lup mumbles a quick word of thanks before shuffling into Gren's home, her hands coming up to twist carefully into her messy braid, fingers plucking at the pieces to quickly undo it. More than anything, the woman can't shake off the feeling of Barry's hands twisting so violently into her hair. It feels like paranoia is setting in, like now the gate's been thrown open so anyone might try and make a grab for her.]

Shit, alright. If you don't mind. [A couch was still better than how she lived most of her childhood, Lup's so not going to turn down a real bed. Even if by the time she actually crawls into it, she'll be struck with how very much she doesn't want to be alone.] I won't bum around for long, but just, thanks.

Wade's not around, is he? Am I interrupting? [She doesn't hear him, Wade's not the most subtle guy, but Lup can skitter away to her room if the boys are having a date night.]

It ain't a problem.

[Lup's like... a friend, or whatever, so she pretty much has free reign to do whatever she wants in Gren's swag pad. If she wants to crash for a few days, sure, if she wants to just show up sometimes and drink his whiskey, he'll probably be like mildly annoyed but ultimately fine with it.]

[Gren moseys his ass into the kitchen, pulling down a glass and the well-used bottle of whiskey. He pours himself a little, and he's figuring that he shouldn't put it away just yet.]

Nah, he ain't here tonight.

[And he's not sure if he's okay with that? Like, it shouldn't bother him, Wade doesn't hang around all the time on a normal day, but it's just... weird. Something is Weird. He just tries to ignore the feeling.]

You want a drink? I got whiskey and that's about it.

[That's all it takes for Lup's hands to drop from her hair, the woman's expression lighting up just barely, but it's so much more lively than she'd been seconds before. She follows Gren to the kitchen without hesitation, turning to push her back against the counter, leaning her weight against it.]

God, please. [That's exactly what she needs right now. A drink or five, just to put the awfulness of the day behind her, something to fill the woman up so she doesn't feel quite so empty and cold. Anything to help push her thoughts aside enough so that she can actually sleep.]

You're a lifesaver. You and whiskey. Can we keep the bottle out?

When fuckin' don't I?

[It's not that Gren has an alcohol problem, it's that Gren has a life problem and the only solution is alcohol. He gets another glass and pours a generous measure of whiskey into it, because she looks like she needs it. He slides it across the counter towards her.]

[And, like, to be entirely honest, she's not doing a great job of hiding that something's up. Gren would be the first to say that he's not exactly a brain trust, but Lup just looks... rattled. Upset. But Gren also gets that sometimes a person just wants somebody who won't ask questions that they aren't ready to answer yet, so he can wait. If Lup wants to tell him about it, she'll talk when she wants to. Trying to push shit out of people never works out, whatever it is that you want to hear never ends up coming out right.]

This is why we're friends.

[Lup takes the glass and wastes no time throwing back a generous drink, the woman's eyes slipping closed while she focuses on the burn in her throat, the warmth that works it's way through her. She's always been the type to run hot, to kick sheets off in the middle of the night and walk through the house in next to nothing to combat the heat. But right now, all she can feel is the chill that's working it's way through her.

The drink helps.]

So, [Usually talking comes so much easier to her.] You think folks findin' those weird orb things will get Hope back to normal? S'gotta be hard. Not being able to hear shit. Right?

I knew it, you're just here for my fuckin' liquor cabinet.

[He means his several bottles of goddamn whiskey and nothing else, that's not a liquor cabinet, Gren, that's just a cupboard of alcoholism.]

[He waits. Eventually, Lup talks, and he... can't listen, actually, but he does the deaf person equivalent of listening. Which is like uber-listening, because he has to really pay attention to the other person to figure out what the fuck is coming out of their mouth.]

[A sort of non-committal sound comes out of his mouth at the question.]

That's the plan, I guess. It can't fuckin' hurt? [Like it or not, they still rely on the gods for stuff. So getting Hope back in fighting shape is just mutually beneficial.] If he don't get back on his feet soon, I might have to try askin' one of the other assholes.

[The last part is... weird to answer.]

It would've probably been easier for me to be fuckin' blind. [Honesty is hard? Like, this is really actually hard to talk about? The whiskey helps; Gren drinks.] I used to get real pissed off that everything was so loud, y'know? Because I could fuckin' hear everything. Now, it's...

[Aching silence. Waking up in the middle of the night because he can't hear Wade's heartbeat, even with his head on his chest. Getting lost in familiar streets because he navigated more by what he could hear than what he could see.]

It ain't what I was goin' for.

[Whatever it is, Lup's a fan.

She honestly doesn't know what she was expecting with that question--a distraction away from her own problems? from the memory of her husband's mouth spilling awful slurs about her? probably.--but for a moment, the terrible feeling coiling painfully tight in the pit of her stomach isn't related to Barry.]

That... [The woman huffs, uncertain of what to even say. This side of Gren, vulnerable and tender and so very honest, is still new to Lup. It's incredible that he trusts her with this. Part of her doesn't feel worthy of it. Not when she's part of the reason he's been stuck dealing with this.] That bites. I don't really have anything to compare it with. When I'm all liched out, I'm not like, really there. Everything feels so dulled, all the colors and voices and even my own friggin' emotions. Feels like I'm experiencin' the world under a veil or somethin'. But I never really noticed how weird it was till I got my body back. That was a trip.

S'not the same, I know. [But it's all she has.] We'll get it back for you. If everyone's field trips didn't do shit, we'll go talk to the others.

[Gren may complain, but Lup means it. She'll be there with him if he'll let her.]

Then you can get right back on the grumpy old man shooing kids off his lawn train.

Edited 2018-03-03 07:37 (UTC)

[As much as Gren would like to say that underneath his crusty exterior there's an equally crusty interior, it isn't true-- he has a soft underbelly, that's why he protects it so much. Wade has seen these ugly, vulnerable parts of him before-- because Gren can only ever think of his weaknesses as ugly things-- and Gren trusts him not to dig at them. Maybe it's fitting that Lup sees it, too, since this happened to him because he wanted to save her.]

[And it's trust reciprocated, since she tells him about the dissociation and detachment of her lichdom. And it can't be easy to share that, either, to talk about the downsides of the choice she made. It does, though, convince Gren that his snap decision was the right one-- it's best to keep her in her body.]

I'll fuckin' live, either way. [He always does. He always manages to survive, even as more shit gets taken from him.] I got practice with losin' bits of me, anyway. I oughtta be fuckin' good at it by now.

[Lost his stupid arm twice, too. At least he hasn't lost his hearing more than once.]

...Didn't think I'd miss hearin' people's fuckin' voices, though.

[Wade's, mostly. He misses hearing Wade's voice.]

[Lup holds her drink close, both hands wrapped carefully around the glass that's been pulled just under her chin, watching Gren over the rim, her sharp eyes dancing across his face, his posture, his missing limb. It suddenly seems strange to her that they don't hang out more. He's kind of a dick, but so is she, doesn't that make the two of them the perfect pair?]

You mean me, right? Miss hearin' my gorgeous voice? I don't blame you. It's pretty great.

[She knows who he means, it isn't hard to imagine after their last big conversation, but Lup's giving Gren an out on this one.

Lup throws back the rest of her drink and slams the empty glass a little too hard on the counter. She'll want more, there's no doubt about that, but she wants to take care of something else first.]

Scissors. You got a pair lying around? I need 'em.

You fuckin' got me. How do I fuckin' survive without hearin' your dulcet tones?

[He knows that she knows who he means; there wasn't a single bit of their conversation at the bar that was even a little bit subtle about it, not with its big, tough questions. Like she'd said, he's got it bad.]

[Gren eyes her empty glass and then her for a second after she starts asking about sharp objects. He doesn't see anything around that she would want to cut, so that's like. Concerning? Just as a request?]

Yeah, I got some. What are you gonna cut?

[Her eyes are still red from crying and no matter how hard she tries for casual and collected, she just looks like a total mess, but Lup manages to roll her eyes at that one. Her mouth quirks upwards just barely.]

I'm gonna scissor off my own head, duh doy. C'mon. Indulge me.

Fine, fuckin' whatever.

[He digs around in a couple of drawers before he finds a pair of normal kitchen scissors. He doesn't use them very often, since like. Only one hand makes it hard to cut things with them? But there you go, Lup-- scissors.]

Whose dick are you cuttin' off?

[Alright, that gets a snorting laugh out of her. Lup takes the scissors from Gren, giving the blades a quick glance over, testing their sharpness with a careful press of her finger. Since they don't see a lot of use, the woman seems to approve with a slow nod of her head, before she's pulling her long braid over her shoulder and slicing right through the top of it. Even with hair as thick as hers, the scissors make quick work of it, the elf letting the bundled braid of hair drop to the kitchen floor before she's running her free hand through her new, much shorter locks.

Relief blossoms across her face, like a weights been lifted.]

Much better.

[Gren watches Lup chop right through her big, thick braid and drop off the bundle with something that looks a lot like relief. He isn't much of an expert on women, and yeah all women are different blah blah, but Lup's hair had been thick and luxurious and beautiful. Obviously well cared for and a real crowning glory sort of stuff. Something has to make a girl want to cut off that much hard work and time, and it ain't something good.]

[He refills her glass. Something is wrong here and he can only take guesses.]

So, you don't owe me nothing. [Not even answers. Gren gets privacy.] But who was it and do you want the head he thinks with or the one on his fuckin' shoulders?

[Gren understands very well that sometimes you don't need to talk about your problems, you just need to see the severed genitalia of a man who has wronged you.]

[Funny how Gren talking about lobbing off her husband's dick kind of fills Lup with a strange brush of warmth. But it's so much less about the maiming and more the surprising protectiveness of her friend. It feels strange for anyone outside of her family to care about her well-being so fiercely, but somehow coming from Gren, Lup believes it.

When the fuck did they become friends?

She sets the scissors aside now that her work is done, sliding them across the counter, before she's looking down at the glass that's been poured out for her. Somehow, even if even saying his name makes everything in her body go shivery and cold, Lup keeps her tone deceptively light.]

It's Barry. Shit kinda went south. I'unno what his problem is, but I just needed a night away.

[That being said, she does NOT want Barry's dick brought to her, silver platter or otherwise, so Lup grabs for her glass and quickly links elbows with Gren, trying to drag him towards a couch.] C'mon, I wanna hear more about how fuckin' bad you have it for Wade. Did you talk at him yet or what?

[Maybe there won't be any severed genitalia, but Gren might need to... have a talk with Barry, regardless. Some serious shit went down and Gren takes a very personal sort of offense to assholes going off on women.]

[Gren gets sort of tugged along with Lup when she links arms with him, and, oh, good, they're back on the subject of how he's totally not absolutely stupid for Wade W. Wilson. Because that would be ridiculous, he's a fifteen hundred year old monster man, not a schoolgirl with a crush.]

No, I ain't fuckin' talked to him yet.

[Not about The Thing, anyway. He's talked to him plenty, he spends most of his nights with the guy. Is it still a fuckbuddy situation if you're seeing each other on a daily basis?]

I need my fuckin' ears to work first. Can't hear for shit.

[And, yeah, he doesn't want to misunderstand something that Wade says during this whole conversation, but he's also totally stalling.]

[All answers point to no, Gren. The fuckbuddy rules are surprisingly strict. And seeing each other on the daily? Spending all of your free time together? Enjoying meals and other sweet domestic shit? That's not just edging into boyfriend territory, it's dancing right over the line into it.

She tugs him out of the kitchen and towards the couch, which she plops in unceremoniously, free hand already lifting to her hair, running her fingers through the new feel. It's going to take some getting used to.]

Sounds fake, like you're def stallin', but alright. I'll give you that one only since I still owe you for that shit. But c'mon, it's been forever since we talked. What's the hold up?

You're like, ancient-- [The way she says it, she doesn't mean it offensively. Just compared to even elves, it really is a long lifetime.] He can't be your first boyfriend.

[Gren sits on the couch next to her, whiskey in one hand, and puts his heels up on the coffee table. Not wearing his boots, obviously, he's not the kind of goddamn heathen that puts his shoes on his own furniture.]

[He's not really offended by being called ancient, it's a legitimate way to refer to his age, but it's the boyfriend part that makes his mouth twist. Lup is swan diving right into uncomfortable territory for him, and there isn't enough whiskey in his glass to make him like how this is going.]

I don't fuckin' do boyfriends. [He's lived a long and solitary life, okay, Lup, don't judge him.] So he ain't mine. We're fuckbuddies and I've done that plenty.

[And his choice of bedfellows has always been questionable at best and an objectively bad idea at worst. Gren has terrible taste in men.]

[Gren goes first, so Lup follows with ease, throwing her heels up on the coffee table and automatically leaning into his side. She doesn't mean to, it's just automatic for the usual folks she curls up on the couch with, but Gren's there and Lup just needs a little bit of physical closeness to keep her grounded.]

I thought we just had this whole convo, you goobus. Listen to your mom and talk to that boy before I do it for you. Friggin' men. Always draggin' their feet at any chance they're given.

[But she huffs out and summons what little patience she has left from his day, hands falling into her lap.] Look, you're into him. I get it. It's fuckin' scary. I danced around Barry for nearly half a century before we did shit about it. But... [the corners of her mouth twitch, tugging downwards in thought.] But time isn't gonna wait for you. You're worried about Wade getting older and you staying the same, right? So don't fuckin' waste what time you've got left.

Jesus fuckin' Christ, fine, I'll talk to him. You're worse'n my fuckin' mother.

Yeah, Gren, because your mother's dead so she can't nag you about anything. Even though she totally would, because he is the original mama's boy, and, like, probably give Wade the kind of shovel talk that you can only get from a monster even more ancient and terrible than he is. And Gren was definitely Bad News back then, but Mama Gren is, like, Worse News.

You're too fuckin' interested in what me and Wade are doin'. What, you miss your soaps or some shit?

[Because, to be completely honest, Gren's life in Hadriel has been almost exactly like a goddamn telenovela. Action, romance (?), absurdly attractive people somehow inexplicably paying attention to his mediocre ass.]

Hey, you're the one who wanted a mother. Least I could do is get the naggin' down right.

[And y'know, if Wade really needs the shovel talk, Lup's happy to step right into the role. Guy's super hot, sure, but he better treat her Gren right or his ass is grass.

Funny how comparing herself to Gren's mother comes easy, but talking about actual feelings? Yuck. The elf shifts a little against the man, awkwardly, shrugging her shoulders as casually as she can in this position. Right now she'd usually be fiddling with her hair, but that's a bit more difficult.] We're friends, goobus. You want to rip Barry's dick off when we fight and I want you to be happy or whatever.

It's not that big a deal.

[It's exactly a big deal, but it's easier to pretend otherwise. But Lup likes Gren, appreciates how easily and genuinely he took her in tonight. Guy deserves to be treated well, appreciated and loved. And if Gren and Wade are both so into each other, which she's sure they are, why the fuck not just make it all official?]

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