hadriel_logs | 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.

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Rita too is allergic to genuine heartfelt emotions. They're just so inconvenient. Much better to bury them and be what you need to be to get a given job done. It's harder now that she's undead, and more so now that she's here, but... well, Angust has witnessed the result. What a smart cookie he is with that analysis.

...a smart, nerdy cookie. God, why is this her life? She gets why it's a good comparison right now, but wow does she miss the days of sentimental hero-types and conniving corporate douchebags.

"You must be fun at parties."

For his part, Angus is almost painfully straightforward and heartfelt when it comes to his feelings. Depending on the person, this can either make him very irritating, or like a small, human-shaped piece of emotional kryptonite.

"I can't really say for sure, Ma'am," he shrugs, radiating earnest honesty from his big brown eyes. "The last party I attended was a Candlenights party at our house, and I fell asleep on the couch after drinking punch that had been generously spiked."

Oh my god. She can't tell if that's lame or cute in an "aspiring partier" kind of way. He's so small, of course booze knocked him out.

"Gotta start somewhere. Better that than getting alcohol poisoning so young."

Rita Du Clark, a good influence on our youth.

"... Wait, alcohol can be poisonous?" Angus's face has turned into a rictus of horror, although not for the reasons one might expect. "Really? I knew that it could damage your liver over time, but can you get it from drinking too much in one go?"

Inwardly, he makes a mental note to never, ever tell Taako that he could have been at risk of being poisoned. That would not go over well.

How does this kid not know this? She's doing a public service here. The gods should be grateful and let her go home to kill her dad in peace.

"Yeah you can." Like hell yeah you can, only more sarcastic. "Frat boys like to push the line and drink til they pass out -- that's a symptom of alcohol poisoning. Waking up to do it again the next day is a badge of college boy honor."

Which, to be honest, is why she was so picky with her conquests in college. She loves booze and partying, but not that much.

You're so noble, Rita!

"... You aren't making higher education seem very appealing, Ma'am," Angus deadpans. He has a feeling that she might be exaggerating for the sake of a goof, but then he thinks back to his brief experience with formal schooling and grimaces; he'd been shoved into a lot of lockers, and... yeah, he can absolutely see those kids growing up into frat boys.

"Is it a sort of trial-by-fire? The ones who don't die of alcohol poisoning are the ones who survive to graduate?"

Oh my god is this kid for real. How much further can she take this?

"Some schools are better than others." She shrugs. It's true. Hers had a good enough balance that she excelled and also partied a lot. "It's either die of alcohol poisoning or fail out. Avoid both of those and you're pretty much guaranteed a degree."

Rita stop this madness.

"Are you goofing, Ma'am?" Angus crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow at Rita, giving her his most skeptical, serious-business look. It isn't as effective as he'd like, given his age and the fact that he's a tiny nerd dressed like a fancy newsie, but dammit he's trying!

"... Because it seems like you might be goofing, a bit. With that many deaths and dropouts, there wouldn't be enough students left to keep a university open."

She shrugs. "Embellishing. Most people survive college, and most graduate."

And because she likes him now -- likes teasing him, anyway -- she has to ask. "How old are you? You're adorable."

Keep being smart and maybe you'll be good at snark, kid.

"I kinda figured," Angus grins. Honestly, getting teased until people like him is how he ends up making most of his friends.

"I'm eleven. Were you a big partier in college, Ma'am?"

Eleven. Wow. She's not big on kids (she... really isn't, like at all), but she may eventually not dislike Angus, and not just because she can tease him..

"I knew my limits." That's as much as she's gonna share with him about that right now. Her past doesn't really matter here, after all. "I didn't exactly want to ruin shoes like these every week."

Good heels don't come cheap, you know?

"Ugh, now I can wear these again." She turns her pristine stilettos over again, inspecting them one more time. "You're not bad, kid."

"Thanks Ma'am, you're very welcome," Angus shrugs, because he knows what 'you're not bad' probably means in this context.

"You said that you were fighting a monster, right? Can I ask what sort of monster it was, and where you encountered it? In case I run into one? I don't have any high-heeled shoes to kick-and-or-stab it to death with, but I'd like to be prepared."

Hmm? Oh, right. The Romero.

"That was back in my world. You probably won't find them here."

He's talking to one, but she's currently not in Romero mode, so all's well.

"Oh, I'm very glad to hear that!" he chirps. "I'd really rather not be covered in bloodsplatter today. I might be able to get rid of the mess, but that doesn't make the initial mess any less unpleasant."

"You understand me." Blood and gore on your clothes? No, thanks. "I'm gonna go put these in a place of honor in my closet."

Literal victory shoes.

"See you around, kid."

"Later, Ma'am! I hope you don't have to stab anything else, today!"

If only all conversations could end on such a chipper note!

Event Log: That's My Rubber Ducky

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ANGUS DOESN'T DESERVE THIS

it's his lot in life!

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