Event Log: That's My Rubber Ducky

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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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[There is a certain variety of mild discomfort that comes with standing - or sitting - in front of someone who is entertaining a kind of personal joke, one in which you are not involved save for tangentially. Nate, to his credit, does his level best to not be perturbed by what he can only assume is a man reveling in fact that he is a legend, to many.

The need to be remembered for your deeds must run deeper in their society than Nate imagined. But Ivar recovers himself and looks to him with deep, abiding interest, to which Nate offers a sheepish smile.]

You and your brothers organized what people called the Great Heathen Army, I think. Your dad- father was killed by King Ælle and you wanted revenge, so you attacked- um, Northumbria? And Mercia, and the other kingdoms in England, I can't remember all their names.

You were known for strategy, and for being an excellent tactician. [From what he recalls of the manuscripts he has read, Ivar was one of the louder siblings. He undoubtedly had the most to prove.] And for executing Ælle with something called a blood eagle.