hadriel_logs | Event Log: That's My Rubber Ducky

Event Log: That's My Rubber Ducky

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the That's My Rubber Ducky event
Where: All over the city!
When: March 14th-19th
Warnings: Probably none?

Good morning! It's another fine sunny day in Hadriel, and what's more, there's a good chance that you've woken up with something new and interesting in your possession - something you've never seen before. Something, in fact, that doesn't even belong to you. That's right, the Door is acting up again and it seems to be pulling things from everyone's world and dropping them into the laps (and homes) of strangers.

When you touch whatever it is you've found, you'll get a brief glimpse through the eyes of the person it belongs to, a glimpse of whatever they're doing at that exact moment. Maybe you'll see them eating breakfast, or walking through the streets of Hadriel, or checking out their own sweet ass in the mirror. That last one might be the best, because then you'll immediately know who this strange striped hoodie or weird book or priceless artifact belongs to. Otherwise, you're just gonna have to try to figure out from context, so - good luck with that!

And of course, you might also catch on to the fact that if things are arriving for lots of other people, something also might have arrived for you. Maybe you should search the city until you find it? Or you can hang out at home and hope whoever has it finds you. Your choice! Well, as long as it isn't something super cool that they'll want to keep. That would be awkward.

► This log covers March 14th-19th.
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"Caedra."

Tony nods, once, twice, several times - as if something makes sense. Mostly he's just ready to get out of here. He has a skateboard to return to it's original owner.

"Not yet. I'll let you know when I think of something."

With that he sets the board down in the direction he wants to go in, hopping onto it, wobbling for just a moment, and regaining balance just in time to give her a half-wave.

[Well that's mildly concerning, the idea that Charles has seen his fair share of gore. Don't jump straight to murder, he thinks at himself for definitely no reason.

There is, luckily, no response.]

That's fine, I know somebody who can take care of it. You know, with, uh, magic, or whatever.

[He flips the DS open to see that it's intact. Oh, there's a game in there too, nice.]

Thanks, by the way. For bringing it back.

Kyna's not entirely sure this is really happening, but she looks cautiously psyched about it. "Wait, are you guys really going to have a skate off?"

"Truesilver, I've heard some call it. Although it might not be in your world, or not under that name, at least! But it does not tarnish or rust, stronger than steel. It's rare though."

He nods, turning the blade to show Ivan the eight-pointed star and "c" rune. "He is, yes. This is his makers-mark. One of the best I know - although his son surpasses him I think."

Edited 2018-03-25 10:45 (UTC)

[The friendliness is, perhaps, even more strange to Ivar than any of his clothing. He looks for a moment like he doesn't have any real idea of how to react to it, before his brows bunch together and he seems to actually register what Nate is saying.]

On the roof? [He should probably return the introduction here, but give him a minute, he's still trying to figure this weirdo out.] Which one? What were you doing on a roof?

[Fixing it? Building it? Not that knowing any of that would actually clear up the question of what his knife was doing lying around here, but. Like, still.]

Maglor shakes his head.

"I suppose isolation would breed strange ideas, but that one seems... particularly odd. At least you slew the dragon!"

No where exactly are you I'll come to you.

[Nope, still nothing. Julie doesn't remember a whole lot about what her little-self did while she was snoozing. It's probably for the best. There could well be a few people she'd not be able to look in the eye if she could.]

Julie.

[That really is some pink hair.]

Sssso... was that magic?

"I think we are, yeah. It's right over there." He nods his head towards a structure past the next spire, that Tony will recognize as the building he arrived in. With everyone on board he'll start off that way, wondering a little at this turn of events.

The arena is empty, of course. People only occasionally come here to train, when it's not arrivals time, so it's all theirs. Wash sets down his helmet and skateboard and starts shedding armor, intending to leave it on the sidelines with Kyna.

I can eat anything if I have to, but yeah, that's pretty gross. We can give it to Barkspawn, he loves everything.

[Barkspawn wags his tail, perking up.]

"With help, but yeah." Aren grins, but that fades quickly as she remembers what else she was going to say.

"Um...sorry for being such a shit, before. I was a pretty angry kid, for good reason, but that's still not your fault."

You know what it's made of, right? Meat by-products. That's code for "stuff they scrape off the slaughterhouse floor." I think we all deserve steaks for what we put up with. Including Barkspawn.

[she gives him a wink]

Tony manages a half-laugh at Kyna's uncertainty, something that diminishes when he realises the arena is the same place they'd turned up, but only because it seems odd that somewhere that had been so full on when he'd first arrived is this quiet so early in the morning.

"I guess I got the head start, you might want a practice lap?" He suggests, stretching out his shoulders with some elaborate twisting. Mostly, he just wants an excuse to see just how Washington removes himself from his armour.

Kyna finds a spot on the side that looks relatively comfortable, and then she plops down onto the ground. "So I'm the judge, right?"

The armor comes off in pieces, as Wash undoes clasps and seals and sets those pieces down next to Kyna. His fingers move with the speed of having done this thousands of times before and when the whole suit is off he reaches for the skateboard again in just his survival suit and boots. The thin material hides nothing, he's extremely well built even without the armor. But all that metal looked and sounded very heavy as it hit the ground -- he'd have to be to carry it constantly.

"I'll take a warm up, it's been years." He drops the skateboard in front of him, glancing at Kyna over his shoulder. "And yeah, you're the judge. Be as biased as you want."

It's a joke, evidenced by the flash of a smile before he steps onto the board and pushes off to get the feel of this again. The way it rocks beneath his feet as his weight shifts is familiar rather than disconcerting. Yeah, he remembers this. And how to do more. Hopefully his muscle memory is as good as his regular memory as he picks up speed, angling to try a few simple jumps to start out.

( Kate's lips purse together and her eyes slide over to fixate on her neighbour's door rather than Carlisle's face.

They weren't even anything--

Breathe, Katherine. There's no point in arguing that part. The memories are there but she was too focused on how irritating Carlisle was being about her being injured and the pain of the actual injury to notice the obvious.

(She was also too dense to notice it, but we digress.) )

Just... happened. ( That's a pretty good summary of it all. It just sort of... happened. )

Nothing big.

( Right, Kate. Right. )

[Well, how can he resist that face? He gets right to eagerly petting Barkspawn, looking curiously at Aren as he does. Well, that's… huh. That's interesting.]

Something of mine? Are you sure? I don't recall losing anything, recently…

[He's definitely not the type of person who tends to randomly misplace things, anyway. Still, he's intrigued by that last bit, realizing it means there might be more to it than he thinks. A magical skill, perhaps?]

Is seeing the owner of items a talent of yours?

This morning seemed fairly standard to Glacius—he went about his morning and then headed out on routine patrols, and there was nothing amiss, not even a little bit of rabble in the streets. And yet for the relative peace of the morning, he found himself unable to quite be satisfied, for the alien had a true taste of quiet freedom when he and his partner escaped beyond the confines of the city last month. Here, he knew it would not be long before the gods attempted to orchestrate some event, twisting either their minds or their environment against them...

Thankfully, what actually happened was fairly benign, so much so that Glacius almost didn't realize it until he actually returned to his apartment. A strange object was sitting neatly in one of the chairs just in his peripheral vision as he entered; the ice alien swiveled his head about to regard it immediately, suspicion stabbing into his hearts like a hot spike. The last random object that had been placed in his home had been a weapon full of strange fluid that had rendered him unconscious for days the second it had touched his skin, and he wasn't about to be tricked like that again. He strode over to the strange wooden thing of swooping curves and taut strings, taking it cautiously in one hand, prepared to toss it right out the window of his apartment.

This unknown thing also caused some side effects the second it brushed his icy skin; a brief snatch of a vision from someone else's eyes. A flash of heat, the sizzle of ingredients hitting a pan—it would have been more startling had Glacius not become acquainted with the practice of cooking through his time living with humans. Holding the object away from him in surprise, the ice alien is able to read a named engraved into the wood, and it matches the voice he'd heard briefly. It is a voice he knows.

So this is what it is to be, then? It's not the first time keepsakes have showed up in Hadriel, and the alien does not mind going out of his way to deliver the strange-looking object—some kind of instrument, perhaps?—to the woman that owns it given that she's been helpful, if not sometimes confounding, to him in the past. So he sens a quick message to Lup over the phones and finds himself at the arranged meeting place, her belonging held much more carefully in hand.

When he sees the elf on approach, Glacius holds it out to her. "This showed up in my apartment this morning. I take it by the name and the vision it showed me that it is yours?"

[ Most of it was after he was dead and it wasn't often human gore, so...it's fine, maybe? ]

Oh, that's lucky, if they don't mind being used as a portable charger.

[ It's probably not like that, but it's funny to imagine. ]

...I guess this is important to you?

[ He doesn't sound like he's teasing or anything, everyone has something like that. ]

Edited 2018-03-25 21:39 (UTC)

[His retort comes out before he can reel it in:]

Yes, I suppose canoodling with someone would be 'nothing big' to you, now wouldn't it?

[Given how brazen she and Faith could be at times, and how Kate tends to downplay any kind of concern to the point where it's nigh impossible to tell if she cares at all, he doesn't doubt it.]

( Well, she's had years of practice at seeming indifferent to everything. And it's honestly easier like that, because she's not used to talking about this sort of thing with anyone.

It's uncomfortable. )

After all that time around you and Glacius, sure.

( Kate no. )

[He tears his eyes off the floor, his face on fire.]

That has nothing to do with this.

Ephemera hums to himself, nodding. She's a coo one, that's for sure. "Got yourself sick. Sorry about that. Heard it sucks."

A pause.

"Relax. Got no reason to stir up the masses and play Frankenstein."

( It's just how they operate, isn't it? Irritating each other, knowing what gets under the others' skin because they share all too many of the same hang-ups. And all the better to keep the attention away from her relationship, away from the feelings which tangle her insides in knots. )

Why're you bothered, then?

( Just take it as a stupid comment about how disgustingly happy you are together. )

[She shakes her head, wrinkling her nose.]

Uh, no. I'm a dwarf, you know; we're as magical as non-lyrium rocks. It must be a thing the 'gods' are doing, for whatever reason.

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