Event Log: That's My Rubber Ducky

[hadrielmods]

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.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If someone gets really mad about you ending up with their favorite hoodie, please let us know here.

Comments

[tongueamok]

I'm not bothered. I just- I don't—

[He grinds his teeth, his eyes landing on the floor once more, his face still burning as he tries to figure out just how it is he feels. Angry? Jealous? Concerned in some way that brings out the worst of his pettiness? And why?]

I don't want to see you hurt.

[paragonbrosca]

[Barkspawn seems unfazed by that description, but he definitely perks up at mention of steaks. Aren sighs.]

Well, now you've done it. He won't want anything else. Okay, fine, steaks it is. Let's hunt some down.

[outofthefire]

[she laughs and sounds completely unrepentant]

All right. I'll watch you hunt and cheer you on, then I'll help with the butchering part. How hard can it be?

[dedikated]

( ... Oh.

Somehow that wasn't the reason she was expecting to hear, and Kate opens and closes her mouth, swallowing down air before she speaks.

Oh.

When she speaks, her voice is quiet and her eyes look at anything but her friend. )

Not gonna be him hurting me.

( It'll be Hadriel. That's inevitable. But Ignis is almost as sweet as Faith, as trustworthy as she or Glacius. Kate can believe that much.

The only thing that will hurt her here is the moment he leaves. )

[tongueamok]

[His reply is immediate.]

I didn't think it would be.

[The chances someone will simply vanish seems much higher - and more painful.]

[knifecollecting]

[A moment later Julie gets a video of Jo's surroundings. Hopefully she can figure it out from there.]

[64th]

[ Cashmere gets it. sometimes she can barely believe what she's done. ] We're trained from the time we're small. By the time we're old enough to compete.. it feels normal. I didn't even remember some of it until later.

[ she smiles softly. ] Besides, I had my brother to go home to. That kept me fighting.

[bythewaves]

He smiles and shakes his head.

"You were alone, and afraid, and what we must have looked like to you, dressed in fine clothes! I'm sorry too, Aren - the child that I was knew nothing of fear or pain. But the offer of friendship made then holds true even now."

[roseofthetyrells]

[she takes in Cashmere's words and takes a moment to think...trade in politics and seduction for killing and you've got Margaery's own childhood. trained since birth and seeing it all as normal] I shouldn't say that I understand, but. I do know something of being taught to behave in a certain way and--and not questioning it.

[she smiles back] You have a brother? What's his name?

Elena Fisher | assorted closed prompts

[storyseeker]

taako taco;

[Elena tries to stay aware of changes to the city they've come to call home, or close enough to one. At worst, they herald the latest event that could mean a lousy time for all of them. At best...well, good things happen sometimes, don't they?

So it hasn't escaped her notice that things are showing up around Hadriel. Things that weren't there before. Things that belong to people. But not for her, apparently, or so it seems. Ah well. Elena shrugs, goes looking for something to climb and doesn't give it a second thought.]

nathan drake;

[Okay, so she was wrong.

It takes Elena a little while to really believe what's shown up. It should be in a million pieces on the rocks of an uncharted island, never to be seen again, much less broadcast. But here it is, battery pack fully charged and everything. Of course she has to find Nate immediately, a grin more or less glued to her face when she finds him.]

Heeeeey. Guess what I have.

samuel drake;

[The journal doesn't look like much. Worn white cover, no title. Old. It looks like something that was absentmindedly set aside and forgotten about, and Elena picks it up without much more thought than that—mild curiosity, if anything.

As soon as she gets a look at its contents, she knows who it belongs to. She doesn't need a brief glance through Sam's eyes, somewhere else in the city, but it does prompt her to go to him, not Nate.

There was a time that she hated Sir Francis Drake, or what he meant for her marriage. That had faded with time and the understanding that Nate's obsession had stemmed from something bigger than Drake. Henry Avery was never even on her radar. In the end, it doesn't matter; she goes to find her brother-in-law all the same.]

Hey, I've been looking for you.

[64th]

[ Margaery's own experiences are, honestly, close enough. people like them aren't supposed to question what they've been taught. ]

Gloss. We're twins. He won the Games the year before did. Once he'd won... I knew I had to do the same. I had to understand him and what he'd been through.

[paragonbrosca]

"It's an offer I'm much more capable of taking now, at least." Aren cracks a small smile, though still embarrassed at her younger self picking fights at the drop of a hat. "I was alone, afraid, and really confused and angry about the idea of elves having nicer things. Thedosian elves are pretty much second-class citizens; I still think dusters have it worse, at least below the surface, but they don't have it that much better, honestly. So when I saw someone I thought was supposed to be as badly off as me and they weren't...I just lost it."

[bythewaves]

He laughs a little, self-depreciatingly.

"Oh dear. And there we were, the princes of the Noldor in our fine clothes and jewellry! That must have come as a shock, I'm sorry Aren. And well... sorry for the elves in your world, too, by the sounds of things. I don't blame you - truly I don't. I'm more sorry for the insult I must have inadvertantly given, flauting my apparent wealth that way!"

[utulien_aure]

Not the opinion Fingon was asking for, but it will do.

"Oh, did he? I'd wondered if he'd even seen it before sending it off."

He winces at that, his hand unconsciously tightening into a fist. "Oh, Hurin. Stouthearted beyond compare- he deserved better of me than to lead him there. His brother as well."

[bythewaves]

"Oh, believe me he did." Maglor's eyes dance at the memory, before he sobers.

"I don't think he would have chosen differently, even had he known! They were very great of heart and strong of spirit."

[dragonsgrasp]

Is it that terrible of a prospect, having magic? Hm... though I suppose most dwarves I've run across back home aren't much for magic, either. [He sighs, knowing that despite having some sort of alliance against the Null, the Gods are still... well, meddlesome.] I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised that they're back to their tricks. But what did you find?

[crippled]

Metal that does not tarnish or rust? Ivar looks surprised by his description, and he reaches out to run a finger over one of the silvery veins on the blade. "Is there some magic in it?" Surely there must be.

[bythewaves]

"I do not believe so? Not as we would judge it. It appears to be a natural property of the metal."

[unheeled]

She narrows her eyes, her grip on her shoes steady, relaxed.

"What exactly did he tell you?"

[paragonbrosca]

"...that reminds me, I had pretty sticky fingers. If you're missing anything from that time, chances are good I might have it in my pile. Barkspawn helped gather it all." Barkspawn straightens proudly, wagging his tail.

[paragonbrosca]

Well, if you have magic, you're like a beacon to any demons. They'll see you as the most desirable target for possession, so...no thanks. I've seen how that goes and I want nothing to do with it.

[She hands over the found item.]

Did it really come from a high dragon?

[am_i_a_monster]

Abigail hears someone approaching and assumes they're going to ask for some meat or complain about the mess. She's ready to assure them that she'll get it all cleaned up. Her father and Hannibal taught her well. The question completely surprises her. She doesn't have much here and what she does have, she keeps track of carefully.

She looks up and sees the knife. It looks like her father's knife and more importantly - it has that familiar scent, the one Hannibal taught her to recognize even when blindfolded. It's supposed to be back on her world, with the rest of her past. Hadriel is her fresh start, or at least she hopes it is - things keep happening to remind her of her past.

She stands slowly and stares at the guy holding the knife, searching his face for any sign of anger, any indication that he knows about that past and blames her for her father's crimes. "Where did you get that?"

[restinglichface]

When the message came in, Lup hadn't really expected to get much out of the arrangement besides the chance to catch up with Glacius after their last strained conversation over the network.

As of late, Hadriel's been more unkind than usual, so she's just a little on edge while she approaches, a tension that lingers in her body, like she's a spring, coiled and ready to bounce at the slightest hint of danger.

But it's not that what's going on at all, it's--

Lup's deft hands reach out for the offered violin immediately, turning it this way and that, seeing her name burned carefully into the bottom, confirming that it was indeed the same one she'd played back on the Starblaster. Back during such happier times. Her fingers slide carefully down the side of the fingerboard, gently brushing along the length of a single taut string, all the way down to the tailpiece, before she's shifting to settle the instrument between her shoulder and chin, just to check the fit, which it does perfectly.

It's hers. That realization draws a soft, awed sigh from her lips. This is a gift she hadn't been expecting.

It's so rare for the woman to get tongue-tied, for a moment of soft quiet to fill the space while she sorts her thoughts, but her eyes fly up to Glacius, wide and grateful. "Yeah. This is mine. I - I mean, I don't have a clue why it's here, but this is, this is def mine. Thanks. Thank you."

[roseofthetyrells]

[and people like them aren't meant to live normal lives]

The two of you must be very close, being twins. Did the Games. . . change him? And that's why you felt you had to follow in his footsteps?

[hellosirs]

"You're very welcome, Ma'am!" Angus politely chirps. His tone is light and friendly, but inwardly, he's sizing Rita up and taking notes on her reaction. It seems pretty legit, but that silence at the beginning was enough to give him pause. On the other hand, he lives with an elf who's basically allergic to genuine heartfelt emotions, so he recognizes the signs of someone who isn't used to actually thanking people.

"Honestly, it's pretty strange knowing that there are worlds out there without magic," he shrugs, tucking the wand back into his vest. "It's so fundamental to the way that our planar systems work, it's like trying to picture a world without the concept of math!"

It's pretty telling that he went right for math as an example. Rita, you're dealing with a nerd.