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.
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Comments

[nonscriptum]

Oh.

[He almost fell earlier, sure, but he definitely didn't think anyone was around to see it. Falling is nothing new for Nate, who could apply to be a crash test dummy if they were taking live volunteers.]

No, I caught myself. [He waves a hand.] Quick fingers.

[Curiously, he extends those same fingers under Drake's, interested as to how he knows whatever this is belongs to Nate at all. It's not like he's writing his name on his belongings.]

What is it?

[braveoff]

Huh. You're gonna have to teach me parkour, it seems useful.

[ That's what it's called, right? Free running? But then Nate's reaching out and Drake turns his hand to drop the tiny item into the other man's waiting palm. The ring is warm from being in his pocket. ]

What's the inscription mean?

[nonscriptum]

Yeah, sure.

[Nate says distractedly - based on Drake's build he probably has the upper body strength for it. All you really need is a lack of fear when it comes to heights and very little regard for your personal safety; knowing the limits of your body kind of comes with the climbing, part and parcel.

The instant the ring touches his palm, he knows. Nate spent too many years with this thing hanging from a leather cord around his neck, playing with it when distracted, trying to find its owner. For a long moment he stares at it in confusion, his brow furrowed, before he picks it up with his other hand. It feels like a sucker punch to the gut - how long has it been since he saw it last, sinking into the quicksand in Ubar? It and the astrolabe led him through the sun's anvil into the Pillars of Iram and the obsession that drove him through days of hallucinating in the desert, through the needless risks he shouldn't have taken for something as devastating as closure...]

Holy crap.

[A piece of jewelry from the sixteenth century nearly ruined him, once. He remembers giving it up for something better, and even then his recent foibles have indicated a deep-seated lack of satisfaction.

Nate quickly realizes he's standing there like an idiot when Drake asked him a pointed question and he clears his throat, moving closer to show him the inscription.]

It says "Sic Parvis Magna." Greatness from small beginnings. It was Sir Francis Drake's motto. [A beat, with an amendment that accompanies half of a shrug.] This was Sir Francis Drake's ring.