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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[themightykamina]

[Survival has always been hard. He's been on his own since he was a child, living on the outskirts of Jiiha. The Chief cared for him as much as he could, but he had a village to run. He didn't have time for a half-wild boy with stupid dreams of a surface that probably didn't exist. Maybe there's a part of him that knows the facade was necessary, the brash loudmouth who never gives up, hiding the scared, lonely little boy inside. He'd been terrified of dying without meaning, dying underground. But then he'd met Simon, and they'd made it to the surface. He'd found his father's remains, found a cause, found a whole army of strangers following him, and dying...dying wasn't so scary anymore. He would be happy to go out fighting, to die for the cause. He just...didn't expect there to be anything after.]

I told you I got stabbed.

[Now he turns around wordlessly, showing her his back. The blue flames at his lower back are marred by pink scar tissue, a long, ragged weal running along his spine. As he turns back around to face her, it's easy to see that the scar on his back is just an exit wound for the scar on his stomach.]

This isn't the kind of thing you walk away from. I know I didn't. I died, right there on the deck of that stupid ship, piloting Gurren. I died, and now Simon's gotta keep going without me. He's just a kid, and I'm dead, and I'm stuck here, wherever the hell here is.

[bekommen]

Shit.

[Nick claps a hand over her mouth as she takes an actual good look at the scar, front and back, and lets the weight of what he's said finally sink in. She may be fundamentally angry and frequently mean, but she isn't heartless, as much as she pretends to be, as much as she wishes it were true. Here's a guy who died and left someone important behind. She's not unsympathetic.]

Sorry ... I didn't know.

[The words sound stupid once they're out of her mouth, so stupid. Of course she didn't know; she's done nothing but hassle this guy from day one, because - why? He's irritating? That's not a strong enough argument for how she'd treated him, and she knows it.]

Look - I'll leave you alone, OK?

[She turns to leave, this time wearing a pained expression. She hasn't seen a mirror of her own, but maybe she doesn't need one to see this reflection of herself. Maybe she's more of a monster than she ever thought.]

[themightykamina]

[He'd thought the look on her face might be satisfying. He was wrong. Instead of feeling vindicated, he just feels tired. Tired and empty in ways he can't ever let people see. But then she turns, and there's still that spark in him that can't let someone else get the last word, that can't let someone walk away discouraged. So he doesn't think. He just reaches out, not grabbing her, just...touching. His fingers don't do more than brush her hand.]

Nick--look, I'm shit at this. Let's just...start over, okay? Whether I'm dead or not, I don't wanna be here any more than you. Can we just...Not?

[bekommen]

[It's a gentle touch, but it still hurts like hell. People don't touch her, not like this (why should they; she's a monster). It stops her dead in her tracks, frozen, flinching like she's expecting a slap next. Being slapped would be easier to bear, actually.]

Don't ... don't touch me.

[She doesn't sound angry, just defeated.]

Yeah. Sure. Not. Like I said, I'll leave you alone.

[themightykamina]

[He doesn't hit her. Not because he'd never hit a girl (he probably wouldn't), but because she hasn't done anything wrong, not really. But she tells him not to touch her, and so he pulls his hand back, fingers closing on air. Shaking his head, he sighs: not in defeat, really, just resignation.]

Do what you want. Just...I'm not the bad guy down here, okay? Remember that. I just want all of us to get outta here. Even you.

[bekommen]

Yeah ... sure. Whatever you say, man.

[Her words sound hollow, like how she feels inside. She'd laugh, but it's not really funny, and laughing feels like it would take too much effort anyway, so she doesn't. She can't even bring herself to look at him now. He shouldn't want to help her, and maybe this is where she belongs. Shoulders hunched, arms wrapped around herself, she turns again to leave.]

[themightykamina]

[She turns around again to leave, and this time he lets her. What can he say? She drives him crazy, and she can get downright mean, but she's not bad, and he doesn't really mind a little arguing, it keeps him sharp. But this is different. Different enough that for once, he doesn't have any words at all. So he lets her go and just watches, silent, mirror held loosely in one hand.]