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.

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Comments

[pellameno]

[ Friendly is good. Friendly has been in short supply here. His smile back is shy in coming and a quiet thing when it does, but also genuine. He's been desperate for people the past few days especially, since the mirrors showed up, that someone speaking to him unbidden isn't a thing he's going to let pass. ]

I only just arrived. My name's Pell.

[ He doesn't care about the dirt, taking Newt's offered hand and shaking. ]

If you need help with it, I'd be happy to. I've been a farmer most of my life... mostly in a desert. Can't be much worse here, when you've good water.

[ There's also the skills he learned in Orien's garden, how to coax things to grow when they don't like the soil, when the water is too hard and the weather too dry to rely on rain. Herbal remedies and medicines, though Pell doubts there's seeds for those kinds of plants here. He's curious how the garden even got started, what's in it, how long Newt's been working on it. ]

Where did you get the seeds?

[krangke]

(Newt can wrangle shy kids. It's not at all off-putting to him nor does he tackle it like a challenge. Instead, he just grins widely and shakes Pell's hand back nice and steady.)

Good to meet you, Pell.

(Funny thing is Newt sounds like he's entirely sincere about that regardless of the fact that they had just met. Literally.

His eyebrows knock right on up when Pell mentions having gardening experience. He hooks his chin over his shoulder to give his garden a look and lets out a puff of air from between his lips.)

Well shuck, that'd be bloody amazing of you. Farmers are the exact kinda people we need round here.

(He had help from Peter but Peter was no farmer. There were a few others but not nearly enough. Newt didn't know how to be selfish was half the problem. The garden had been designed to feed a lot of people- not just his own house. Newt looks back at Pell after a moment and shrugs.)

I've worked on an irrigation system for the plants. It's why I set up by the lake. Make it easier.

(He could only wish for seeds like those. For right now, their city could barely scrape up food that didn't make people kill each other. Medicine was a miracle at this point.)

There was a girl here some time ago who wished for them from Hope. I might wish for some more though- he said he'd probably give me some if I did when I first tried to talk to him about this whole thing. Pretty basic stuff growing- but it's hardy stuff.

What kinda stuff did you grow on your farm?

[pellameno]

And to think I've always tried to keep it quiet.

[ Something about Newt's manner puts him at ease, and his smile becomes more relaxed at the thought that he might be useful for something that doesn't involve people getting hurt. That he might have something to do. Pell tucks his mirror into his bag and makes to get up, to go take a better look at the garden. ]

The farm I grew up on was a cable crop, and we kept cows as well. The place I last worked, though, they grew everything from wheat and corn to spinach and tomatoes. It was part of a chain of farms meant to sustain a city.

[ He remembers the Varr farmlands, with their fertile soil and abundant crops. Being in Hadriel, he misses fresh food. A lot, actually, enough for him to volunteer to help the hunting party. The strange boxed things he's scavenged are... well. Strange. Edible enough, but he doesn't like it. ]

What are you trying to grow? Some things need more water than others.

[krangke]

What, being a farmer? Now why keep something so useful like that under wraps?

(Newt sounds truly perplexed by the notion. But then again, he's got no concept of social hierarchy and the different stereotypes and ideas that might come with it. Being useful, in his opinion, is the best thing anyone can be. Contribute to society. The group. And just like that, you're good in his books.

Newt's mouth quirks a bit and he looks mildly confused but it passes quickly enough. He doesn't always know what people are talking about and it's frustrating but mostly, he deals. Besides, he's got no problem asking questions.)

What's a cable crop?

(He nods though afterwards. He could appreciate something like that.)

Nothing too much for right now, sadly. There's potatoes, squash, broccoli, and lettuce. I'm hoping to get some more.

[pellameno]

Because in my world they still look down on peasants.

[ Pell doesn't like being looked down on for any reason, but especially for being peasant stock. It's not like it matters for much of anything, what should matter is what he can do... and in Hadriel his skills could be really useful. Farming and healing in particular. He slips the strap of his bag over his head and moves over to the garden, kneeling down and examining the seedlings. ]

It's a starchy root vegetable, sort of like potatoes except it flowers. I never cared for it much but that's probably just because we had it all the time -- it's nutritious.

[ He glances up at Newt curiously. ]

The broccoli's not very happy, but looking at the potatoes I don't think it's the soil. It might just need more light. What else were you going to ask for... and what do the gods want in exchange?

[krangke]

(This is an extraordinarily curious thing to Newt. Newt who didn't understand why people hated people like Peter, gypsies. And now, he didn't understand what there was to hate about "peasants".)

But without farmers, there wouldn't be any food. How in the bloody hell does hating them make sense?

(Newt asks this with a look of authentic confusion, like he really can't wrap his brain around it and he can't. He was a bit like walking, living proof that prejudices were conditioned traits. He couldn't even begin to comprehend hating someone for things like race, gender, social status, sexuality, or anything else. It just wasn't...logical.)

Ohh.

(He does at least sound interested in the cable crop. He frowns down at Pell and squats down next to him. He'd worked the garden back at the Glade but that was also land meant for human food. Hope had said crops might not take exceptionally well.)

Not sure yet. There's a lot I'm asking for soon but I want to pace myself in case they see me as greedy. They only ever want the emotion that they want to inspire. So things like hope or fear.

[pellameno]

It doesn't make any sense.

[ He shrugs; it's just how things are. People with the money to buy from others look down on those they buy from... when it should be even. But Pell's personal opinions on society aren't shared by anyone he's ever met before. ]

Hmm. If it's Hope I might not be much help, but I could ask Fear for seeds if you need more sooner. I've been told they can't give me what I'd really want so I might as well help out.