Event log: Mirror, mirror

[hadrielmods]

Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: Hope gives everyone mirrors with visions of their most hopeful future inside.
Where: Throughout the city.
When: March 14th-18th
Warnings: None so far!

On March 14th, all characters will stumble across mirrors at some point on their daily journey. Maybe your mirror is right under your pillow, maybe it's on your bedside table, or in the sink in your bathroom. It could be in a random store that you're scavenging, or somewhere along the path that you're taking to go to a friend's place. Wherever it is, it's positioned perfectly for you to find it- though you might want to be quick so someone else doesn't nab it first.

Each mirror is predetermined to hold one person's future and will be placed somewhere that they can find it on that day. Upon looking in their own mirrors, each character will see a version of their future that will fill them with hope. This vision has to be possible- or they have to think it's possible- even if it's unlikely. Picking up someone else's mirror will not change the image inside; you'll instead see that person's vision for their future.

In addition, during the first four days, until March 18th, characters will want to look into any mirror they can find, not just their own. So be a little careful if you want to guard your innermost hopes- someone might be trying to peek.

► This log covers March 14th-March 18th.
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Comments

hope this is okay! march 14th, prompt #1

[untowards]

❰ jess, however, isn't in a nearby apartment. she was sorely considering it, on account of finding somewhere private to sleep for a night where she didn't have to worry about her friends, what they were whispering about her, how they were looking at her. like they didn't go through exactly the same shit she did - but they didn't, did they? so that makes her the odd girl out, the walking pity-party she doesn't even need to throw.

she hates it.

it's the only thing that has her out and around right now, as much as she hates that too. she can't remember hating things like this before. maybe it's just that she's so stupidly scared. the trip over here had her practically jumping out of her skin at basically any foreign sound - that's actually why she ducked into this apartment spire to begin with, because in here she feels less exposed, albeit more cornered. cornered is way better than exposed. it's so weird to have to prioritize survival-based fears like this. it's so weird to have survival-based fears at all.

she's halfway between a fuck-it decision to just invade the next empty apartment and the pervading sense that this was a stupid idea in the first place when she hear the first sob. 'oh god, who invited the crybaby,' is her first thought - but it's less than a split-second before that thought sours like milk and she tries to swallow it like it was never there. what a shitty thing to think about someone. that's probably what people thought about her, the day she showed up.

it doesn't occur to her to knock. instead she just... turns the knob, peeks inside. and jess slides inside, closing it behind her, to softly call: ❱ Hey, is anyone here? ❰ of course someone's here, don't be fucking stupid. ❱ I just. Heard you from the hall. If you want to talk to someone... ❰ she's okay at that. sometimes. god, she sucks at this - but at least she's trying.

he might recognize her, when he shows himself. she's less dirty (though the jacket's still a grungy mess), and she's wearing pants that are clearly ashley's (as far as she's concerned) because they do absolutely nothing for her ass, but the braids are the same and the healing wounds on her face are unmistakable. ❱

it's great! <3

[pellameno]

[ Someone's here.

Pell's crying sniffles to a halt when he hears the door -- idiot, why didn't you lock it? -- then someone call out. He pushes himself up to sitting and scrubs at his face. It's not like no one's ever seen him cry before but this is probably a stranger, and first impressions matter even here. For some reason, as if it needs to be protected, he tucks the mirror under the pillow before he gets up to see who came in.

When he peers out of the bedroom he looks a bit different as well, with his waist-length hair loose from its braid and scavenged clothes that don't quite fit right. But he recognizes her instantly and the wary expression on his face turns to surprise. ]

--Jess? [ Another quick wipe at his eyes. ] I'm alright, it was just... What are you doing here?

good shit

[untowards]

❰ shit. ❱ I mean... ❰ she's trying to play it casual, in her tone and the way she glances off to the side, shifting her weight from one foot to the other - but she really doesn't have a ton of excuse to be here. sucks that it's the first question out of his mouth. ❱ I was looking around, is all. Apartments, stuff like that. ❰ as for what she's doing here here... ❱ The walls are pretty thin.

❰ she glances his way again now, an instant to assess whether or not he's upset at the invasion. ❱

[pellameno]

[ They can both play it casual; Pell manages a smile for her. ]

There are a lot of open apartments in this building, if you were looking for one. In various states of disrepair.

[ He's not upset at the invasion. He looks almost relieved, actually, that someone showed up to snap him out of the state he was in. ]

I can help you look for one if you want. And it's been a few days now, I can check your wounds, see how they're healing. You can sit?

[ The couch in the apartment is decent; part of his criteria when looking for an open apartment was that none of the furniture or bedding looked like it had been used by rodents. So although it's worn, it's also clean. He motions her over to it, twisting his hair together and over his shoulder as he walks. His eyes are still red from crying but his shoulders are straighter now that he has something to do. ]