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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Testing it, my ass.

[Literally.

The fire has been given an accelerant, and he is stopping for no one and no thing. He fiddles with the buttons for a moment, rewinding a few seconds to afford them a second glance at that blatant zoom, the benefits of modern technology enabling a woman to check out a man from yards away.

His smile is practically manic, and Nate laughs as he adds:]

You liiiiked me.

[The choice of words does not go unnoticed, but there's no comeback she can offer. When he rewinds the recording to make her past-self's ogling even more obvious, if that's possible, Elena makes a noise of protest but doesn't try to wrestle the camera away from Nate. What's the point? The long-last, ass-appreciating truth it out.

She does shoulder check him when he decides to rub it in, trying to glare more than she's blushing.]

We're married.

[Nate scoffs, completely nonplussed by the light push that barely registers.]

Still.

[His attentions turn back to the camera, fidgeting with the buttons to fast-forward. He's looking for more conspicuous zooms.]

So how many other times did you film my butt? Could we make a mini-documentary with the footage?

[Oh, he'll have to keep searching. There are no more ogling shots...for at least another ten or fifteen minutes of recorded footage.]

Wow, okay, someone's very confident. Who even said your butt was worthy of a mini-doc? Not all test footage gets the green light. You were a short-form film at best.

[Which is total bullshit and they both know it, but she only has so much to work with here.]

Besides, you talk like you weren't checking me out too. I saw how you were looking at me in that wetsuit. And when my tank top got wet.

Don't sell yourself short.

[He ribs her with a little nudge of his elbow, waggling his eyebrows. Elena is nothing if not thorough, and he has no doubt they'll find more critical ass content in the recesses of this footage.

Her follow-up has him grinning even wider.]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[Rude. Rude and banned. The worst part is that he's not wrong.]

Oh, please. Journalist, remember? I pick up on the nuances. Not that you were all that subtle.

[If anything, little details tended to get obscured by his more...bombastic moments.]

Besides, if you weren't already into me, we wouldn't have had such a good time celebrating our adventure.

[Without pants.]

[Banned where? Where will you derive your heat from at night? Who will be your space heater? Who???]

I dunno, I was pretty sure I'd screwed up my chances when Sully convinced me that we should leave you at the dock.

[He winnows a sneaky hand over to pinch (lightly) at her side.]

[They make electric blankets and body pillows, you know.]

You did. At the time.

[The pinch makes her jump, but—and this is key—not away from him.]

But you made it up to me over time.

Event Log: That's My Rubber Ducky

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