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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There's something about the warning, the tone of voice - the fact that a man in power armour is telling him to watch out and he wants to take it on board, really he does.

Only, there's something about Kyna's reaction that he might just get a kick out of witnessing. Sure. No one wants to be watched (mostly. Maybe.) he definitely hadn't planned a morning viewing.

"That was my next point." Again, the hand comes up - but this time he uses it to cover his mouth, rubbing his cheek briefly. "I'm kidding. Not enough to pass judgement. Not that I would." He would.

"You want this?"

Oh this guy totally would. The teasing attitude kind of reminds Wash of the Freelancers, honestly, and even if he got shocked for it York wouldn't be able to resist offering critique. But he carefully keeps the grin at that thought off his face, because Kyna is upset and he doesn't want to draw her ire.

"I do, yeah." This would be a lot easier if the stranger was a spying creep, Wash could just deck him and be done with it. "It's not his fault, Kyna. Even if he's kind of being a prick."

Seriously, Tony, stop instigating.

She makes a face, at Tony or Wash or maybe both. "Whatever. You're not the one he was pulling the voyeur thing on. You guys are lame."

Yeah. There are a lot of thoughts whirling through Tony's head right now - but he doesn't intend to voice them.

"I just picked up the sick skateboard, Kyna. You think I wanted-- yeah, okay forget it. I got ya. Here."

SKATEBOARD. Go. Just take it plz.

Wash blinks, because he seriously doesn't know what Kyna expects him to do, here. "Would it make you feel better if he saw me too? Because we can't make him unsee you." Probably not. So he just reclaims his skateboard, then his hand from her shoulder to offer it to the other man.

"I'm Washington, by the way."

"No." She's being grumpy and a little petty, and she knows it, but man, this is a weird as hell situation and she hates it. "I can't believe you were riding that around."

It's a sad moment - to see the skateboard go after he'd been having so much fun. It was a welcome break from 'redecorating'.

"Tony." He reaches out his hand shake, something firm - but moments later he's taking a step back again, arms folding across his chest, head tipped slightly as he considered Kyna.

"The skateboard?"

Like he said, he's willing to share. And can already think of a few areas that might be fun to ride around in. He hasn't actually been on one since Freelancer, but doubts he's forgotten how.

He'll invite Tony out to mess around when Kyna's not in earshot. Right now he glances at her as well, not sure what she's getting at.

"Yeah, the skateboard. You just found some random thing in your apartment and starting getting visions and decided to hang onto it?"

Admittedly, it's definitely not cursed, but hey.

"I found a skateboard, in my room. You know how long it's been since I've seen one of these? What I saw? Didn't scream cursed item sent to kill me."

Actually, they don't know, but now Wash is wondering. Tony looks older but very much human, and is dressed typically. Why would his world have a skateboard shortage? "How long's it been?"

"I've seen a lot of dumb looking cursed shit." She says it quietly, more of a muttered interjection than anything else.

He kinda thinks he might like Kyna, if they hadn't happened on each other again in such-- awkward circumstances.

"No idea. Few decades. Who has time for skateboards when they hit their late teens?" Not kids who were graduating college at 17, that's for sure.

The way she says that makes Wash worry she's thinking about something terrible, like what happened with her father. Her arms are still crossed so he settles his hand on her back instead, rubbing between her shoulders.

"...I did." Maybe he shouldn't have admitted to that? It might make him look childish. Oh well. "I guess not while I was deployed, but I got a new board after. This one, actually."

That gets Kyna to relax a bit finally, the tension in her shoulders easing. She's not thinking of her father for once, but it's a safe guess to make.

"Are you, like... good at riding it?"

"Right, well-- guess I had a different hobby lined up." Like partying and drinking.

The turn of the conversation is probably best for all of them. Washington mentions the word 'deployed' and Tony's catapulted back to a reality of men in power suits in a future he's already decided he's going to change and he'd rather not get into it right now.

"No idea about your guy, but you saw me." Like, he was the coolest.

Yeah, there's no need to talk about Wash's world, it sucks. The future is one gigantic alien war, sorry folks. Much more fun to remember terrorizing the crew on the Mother of Invention by skating through the halls at all hours, and setting up courses in the cargo hold. He smiles a little.

"I was good."

Kyna seems to consider that, glancing from Wash to Tony. "Yeah, I'm gonna say Wash was better." It's a little less aggressive, a little more like her usual screwing around.

"Are we about to have a skate off?"

Seems like Kyna's lightened up a little, he's thankful actually. Having friends in a place like this is going to be better in the long run, he's not stupid.

Wash tilts his head, considering. They could, he doesn't really have anything going on at the moment. Training can wait.

"If you wanted. The arena's probably the smoothest place around within the city."

Honestly, honestly Tony hadn't expected to have Washington take him up on the suggestion, but he manages a half shrug - the smile on his face speaks for itself.

"Be a shame to waste an opportunity. You know the way?"

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?"

"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.

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?"

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