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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[Elena hadn't been able to determine how significant a find this journal might be based on a single passthrough of its contents. Going by the look on Sam's face, though, the answer is: very. Even the way he takes it in his hands, like it's as precious as his remaining cigarettes, maybe more.]

I found it—outside the hot springs, just sitting there. A lot of people's possessions have been showing up like magic lately.

[Whether it's something the gods decided to do for them or something related to the inherent weirdness of this world, she couldn't say. But she's certain people haven't been absentmindedly setting aside items they didn't remember having here.]

I sort of...had a vision that told me to bring it to you before Nate.

[A smokey vision. She'd coughed, despite lacking full sensory input.]

A vision? What, like a burning bush told you to come find me?

[He jokes as he glances up at her, the incredulity of everything creeping into his tone. He looks back down at the book in his hands, opening it up and flipping through some of the pages.]

This was our mother's.

[The drawings and writings are so familiar he hardly needs to glance at them to know what they depict. He stops at the sketch of Henry Avery and the details of the Gunsway Heist, eyes skimming over the writing with eagerness and longing.]

Jesus...the amount of hours we spent going through this thing... [As if remembering someone was there with him, he steps next to her, holding the book out so she can see.] See, Avery was one of the only pirates who never got caught. I mean this guy managed one of the biggest heists in history, and no one can find him. But a guy with that much treasure in his hull? He's not exactly gonna go bury it in the sand somewhere, right? So the question is, where did he go?

[Elena chuckles a little—it does sound a little ridiculous, but she has the benefit of having heard the same has happened to other people.

This is serious, though. She starts to understand just how important it is when he identifies it. His mother's. Someone she'd never met, who'd died long before Elena met either of her sons, but who ultimately had such an indirect impact on her life.]

Sounds like quite the mystery.

[And he sounds like Nate when he's on the track of something big; she smiles, a touch of wistfulness on her face.]

Nate hasn't told me much about your mom, but he said she was a historian. A great one.

Yep. She was.

[Sam says quietly, looking at a section of his mother's handwriting. The curves and loops bring back fond memories of a time before rickety floorboards, uncomfortable beds, and lessons about God. Dinners spent discussing historical figures, stories of adventure and new places that seemed like fiction.]

One of the best, or so we heard.

[The topic of their mother has never been easy. They can say that it happened long ago, that they were over it, but in reality, their tendency of avoiding the topic probably negated that. Sam looks back up at her with a small smile.]

Guess you could say it runs in the family.

[It's easier to joke. He takes a deep breath, tapping a finger on his mother's drawing of Avery's portrait.]

She was on to something great.

[It's no surprise when something like reverence creeps into Sam's voice. Anyone who loved their mother, was inspired by her, and lost her would sound the same. But it makes Elena feel a squeeze in her chest that's warm and painful at the same time.]

Maybe that runs in the family too.

[Aside from some youthful shenanigans during which Captain Elena ruled the sea (AKA the playground), she's never been much of a pirate person, so she doesn't know much about Henry Avery, but she still means it. What's ultimately on the far end of this particular quest might not even matter.]

Keep this. And share it with Nate—I'm sure it'd be like old times for you two.

[Sam looks at her, a small smile creeping into the corners of his mouth--a mask for the twinge of guilt and longing he feels in the pits of his stomach. They were on to something great. Even with all the clues, all the tests Avery had left behind, it was still the path of something amazing. Everything they had discussed over bottles of tequila when they were younger and just trying to survive was on the verge of becoming a reality. And they had been accomplishing it together. It was only getting started, and now Rafe and his mercenaries could be rolling in the riches for all he knew.

Sam closes the journal and tucks it under his arm.]

Sic parvis magna, right?

[Sam picks up the cigarette he previously discarded on the ground and fights the urge to put it in his mouth right then and there. Instead, he takes out the carton and puts it back in there for later. He's running low, so all cigarettes count. Don't judge him.]

So, you got any other deliveries to make?

[Greatness from small beginnings indeed. Elena finds herself matching Sam's small smile. Maybe it took quasi-divine intervention, but they've had a moment here, and she's going to appreciate it.

Even if he insists on adding cigarette smell to it. She's hung out with Victor Sullivan, this is nothing in comparison.]

Nah, just this. I'll have to play mailwoman another day.

[Cigarettes add character. And god are they addicting.]

Well, since both got nowhere to go, you up for a little walk? Been sitting around all day, figured I should get out and about a little bit.

[Look. Progress!]

[Elena fights to keep the smile from spreading wider, though she's only partially successful. Progress indeed.]

Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that. Let's take a walk.

Event Log: That's My Rubber Ducky

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