hadriel_logs | Event Log: A Hope for the Future

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Event Log: A Hope for the Future

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the A Hope for the Future event
Where: All over the city!
When: April 15th-April 19th
Warnings: Stealth Rock

It's finally time to reap the rewards you've earned from all that hard work collecting and returning the Hope orbs! Be careful walking the streets during the small earthquakes, but feel free to admire the scenery as your beautiful city reassembles its way back into its former glory.

There are new houses where the destroyed buildings once were, and they're perfect for a single person or pair of lovebirds. In addition, you'll find that the electricity to these new houses, and all other homes and shops in the city is restored. The food is better, the monsters are gone- hey, this city might be livable again!

To cap it all off, we've got a feast waiting for you on the 19th! Come one, come all, and enjoy all of your favorite foods, drinks, and party games. It's been awhile since we've all gotten together to celebrate something good, so get your party on and toss all your troubles away!

► This log covers April 14th-April 19th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
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► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you get hit by levitating rubble or eat a food that wasn't meant for you, please let us know here.

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14th April

[After the earthquakes stopped, Komaeda emerged from the shop he had been taking refuge in and was taken aback by the sight. Not only was there no longer any damage in the city but there seemed to be various buildings in its place. All of them looking brand new and sturdy.

Komaeda looked up at the sky, sighed and sighed in utter ecstasy.]

Ah, is this the extent of Hope’s power when it is fully restored? How wonderful, how incredible! The flowers of hope everyone planted with all their effort have finally bloomed and here is the result! What a marvellous day this is!

19th April – Party!

[Of course Komaeda wants to join in the celebrations! He is not eating much though – just a chicken sandwich that he has only taken one or two bites off. Komaeda does not eat much anyway, if his pale, thin and sickly appearance is of any indication.

He might be sitting in a corner being a wallflower but also with a smile on his face as he enjoys watching everyone. He might be staring at you if you’re doing something out of the ordinary because tact is not always his forte.

Alternatively, he might be standing next to a table, which just happens to be right next to you. And, for whatever reason (did you push on the surface too hard? Or was it random? Or did Komaeda accidentally knock into the table? Who knows?), the table topples over, spilling food on you and him!

Whoopsie.]

Wildcard

[Already have another idea? Let me know at daisythesorceress on Plurk or PM this journal!]

15th; - 18th;

[ Noctis can be found roaming the different places, exploring the new buildings in the city center, near the outskirts, popping into the different shops to check out just what it is that they offer. He's never seen the city like this before, and it warms him to know that something good is happening, at least.

Which is why he'll probably be more willing to start conversations with the people he comes across in different places, wherever they are. ]

So, does this mean things are looking up, or is it a sunshine before the storm thing?

19th;
[ Noctis isn't much of a party person, but a feast is a feast, and maybe getting out there will enable him to make more friends? The people here don't seem to be a bad lot, and what with Luna and Ignis here, he feels more settled, comfortable enough to reach out to the other inhabitants of the city.

He's reaching out for a familiar looking pastry, soft and fluffy and definitely Tenebraean in nature, but then he stops when he realizes what is just at his elbow. ]

Ebony, huh...

[ Well, he definitely knows of one person who's going to be happy to see this. He takes a hold of it and it disappears with a flicker, sent right into the armiger as casually as you please. And, just like nothing happened, he looks over at the closest person. ]

So, do feasts like these ever have strings attached to them?

wildcard;
[ leave me a thing if you like! ]

one/ and here begins our story
➥ in the city; open
( The rubble which levitates through the air leaves the streets clean and the skies filled with debris, dotting a path between the buildings which are standing that can only be used for one purpose.

Catch Kate hopping from one piece of levitating rubble to the next, a blur of yellow and a nest of (still) blonde hair, as though walking on the ground is too complicated to bother with. If you’re particularly unlucky, you might end up with something - someone - dropping down from above when she approaches the newly formed housing, her only warning a brief Oi! barked from above. )

… Small.

( She’s talking about the houses. Probably. )

two/ where we’ve fallen and our paths have crossed
➥ at the feast; open
( The smell of seafood hits Kate before she can properly take in the expansive feast, her head turning in the direction of the scent automatically. She doesn’t hurry over, there’s no running or desperation to get to the food, but there’s a glint to her eyes and a purposefulness to her steps which suggests that she is going to inhale those oysters one way or another.

Preferably with the bottles of high end looking tequila next to it as a chaser. You need chasers for oysters, right? )

Fuck-

( No, really, do you know how long it’s been since she had any seafood, let alone something this good?

After a few oysters have been slurped down, she can be found checking out other food (and nibbling a few cheese-filled dough balls) and enjoying the familiar bite of alcohols of all shapes and sizes. Feel free to tell her to stop hogging all the tequila. )

Edited 2018-04-15 18:31 (UTC)

one/ didn’t think that i’d uncover
➥ in the city; open
What the--?

( When the earthquake hits, Serah jumps. The earth shudders in a way she’s never quite felt before, not like the shaking of the ground when something all too large walks by. She waits in her house until it passes, then pokes her head out of the door to-

Everything being cleaner than she thought Hadriel could ever be.

So, she steps out, heading through the south of the city - eyes catching the new houses, double taking and blinking at their sudden appearance - and over towards where the spires and Colosseum lie. It’s a long trip, taken slowly, but she has nothing planned today and the fresh air - and wow, is it fresh - fills her lungs with each breath. )

Is this how things used to be?

( It almost feels like an entirely new city, bright and pleasant. Enough to bring a smile to her face as she keeps walking, greeting anyone she passes. )

two/ another world that’s undiscovered
➥ at the feast; open
( A feast, and the shops filled with more things than she’s seen them have before. Serah rifles through the clothes available in the stores before the big day, indulging in taking cute shirts and floaty skirts with her. Not just for the feast, but it’s certainly nice to dress up a little.

So, she can be found at the feast in pastels, a warm smile on her face and a plate filled with little pastries, small enough to be devoured in one bite. )

Do you want one?

( And she has no objections to sharing with anyone who might eye her plate. )

[George's plate is laden with waffles covered in butter and blueberry syrup, scrambled eggs, and perfectly cooked bacon.

she's currently in food heaven right now. she plans to eat everything she has, then go back for seconds. and thirds. and fourths. hey, a Reaper metabolism has to be good for something and one of those things is not gaining weight.

oh yeah, and she's also toting around a container of orange juice. which she had plans to mix with the tequila. it's drink o'clock in the morning and George is eyeing that tequila and not being particularly subtle about it]

Yo, mind passing some of that stuff my way when you get a chance?

[Laura has also raided the shops for new clothes. in addition to the several little black dresses she took, there are also a few cute new dresses in baby blue and sunny yellow.

what? she's feeling okay with herself for once and maybe branching out a little into new colors won't hurt her.

it's the warmth of the smile that draws her. she's not used to people smiling like that, at least not at her. so she goes over]

Yeah, sure. If you don't mind?

[she eyes the little pastries, then picks up a raspberry cream filled one and pops it into her mouth, chewing, then swallowing]

Okay, that was really good.

Caedra almost skips the feast. She sees Love's post about it, but considers it unimportant at best, if not a trap outright, a way to get everyone together in one small space for whatever nefarious purposes those mysterious but powerful creatures might have.

But eventually she realizes a few things. One is that she's bored and lonely here and going to socialize might be fun - she could just move her hex spell from person to person and watch them flub conversations and spill drinks on each other. And maybe one or two will even make for a pleasant dinner partner.

The second is that if these people who call themselves gods - she finds it patronizing, really, just give a race name and call it done - really wanted to target everyone they could probably just do so over the whole city, so paranoia doesn't serve any real purpose. May as well give in and enjoy.

So she cleans herself up and gets ready for a night out, and makes her way to the feast, and before long finds a surprising sight in poking around the available foods. A great wide copper bowl, full to the brim with soul larvae. Disappointingly, they don't seem to move - she gives them a gentle prod just to be sure, but no. Already dead, their essence stripped away entirely. Biting into them live and screaming is half the fun, but you know what? She appreciates the gesture. It's possibly a taunt, but she's willing to take it optimistically for now. They're gently warmed, and in the middle of the bowl is a container of sauce that looks rich and buttery and smells of roasted garlic. And beside that, a carafe of steaming hot coffee with a pot of thick cream.

Pardon her surprise. She takes in the sight, feeling surprisingly emotional about what she hopes is a gesture of some sort of kindness from creatures that should otherwise be her enemies. And then greedily she serves herself from the bowl, drizzles garlic butter all over the plate, and revels in the smell of the coffee and cream as she pours herself some.

It's been so long since she had any luxuries at all and so it seems she is particularly easy to please. Maybe she won't hex anyone at all. Maybe she'll just drink coffee and be the happiest she's been since arriving.

Being a zombie is terrible. All these delicious-looking foods, and not one of them looks appetizing to Rita. Well, none of them except the steamed brain dumplings sitting by the bowl of wasabi-heavy dipping sauce. Her tastebuds being as mostly dead as the rest of her, she was going to try some dumplings in sauce anyway. Then she took a bite. God that's almost better than sex. It satisfies that near constant craving the virus gave her, and soothes away the monster she could be.

Here's another happy party-goer, who, despite her decadent food, can't help but look at Caedra's coffee and sigh. A sip of martini brings her smile back, though, and it's then that she speaks.

"They really did their research. Too bad Delight's in prison."

They won't get any thanks for being so happy. Whatever, this is still good without her, and Rita never met her anyway.

[ Well, of course Caedra would be here. She's part of the city, as much as anyone else is, and she has as much right to be here as anyone else-- whether or not anyone else likes it.

Charles would guess that after everything that happened recently, more than a few people would be on the side of "not liking it."

As for him? Well, he's not exactly a fan of hers either. ]

I shouldn't be surprised that you're the only one who wants to eat those.

[ Pulling out a chair-- leaving one between them-- and sitting down. ]

OTA

[Swift has managed to drag Seel out of the house although it's a tiring victory. He isn't drifting too far away from Seel, either, and is most often found, in fact, clinging to his partner's hand, though he'll sometimes step away, though never out of Seel's sight. He's even dressed up a little, partly because it makes him feel better but also partly to help get Seel out of the house too, though he's not likely to admit that to anyone.

But he likes talking to people, too, and he just looks so very approachable...]

Closed to Seel

After the last week or so, both Seel and Swift could have used some cheering up. So good timing on the party, really. It probably wasn't on purpose, but at least Swift could appreciate it. It was a distraction, if nothing else. And Swift had been scheming about it since the strangest announcement he'd ever seen.

He'd had to lure Seel out of the house with promises that it would be worth it, that he wouldn't leave him. He wanted to say that it was good for him to get out of the house after all that, but kept that part to himself, regardless of how true it was. He didn't want to seem like he was Seel's babysitter when really he was just worried. Seel shutting himself off from the rest of the world wouldn't help anything.

Swift had a secret weapon, too, at least. Part of the scheming he'd been doing for days. He wasn't sure whether it was called for or not, but he dressed up a little anyway, hoping to give Seel a bit of a reward for stepping outside with him. Or else another lure to get him to. Either way, at least it had worked, even if he could tell that Seel wasn't too thrilled with the idea. They might have to leave a little early.

"See? It isn't so bad, is it?"

[ Curufin is not completely recovered from his injuries, but he's getting there. And he's here. He wanders about the tables, occasionally sampling the comestibles. The booze is attracting him a bit more than the food, though. He has a glass of whiskey in his hand and is sipping it appreciatively, when he spots his friend trying to hide in a corner. ]

Law? How are you?

[ Not too good, by the looks of him! ]

"Hm?"

Caedra looks up from her cup at the interruption (she could get lost in it, really, the coffee is perfect, better than any she had ever managed to find in the City of Rust) then laughs a little in pleased surprise.

"Oh! You! I killed you and never did get your name," she says, masking the pang of slight annoyance once again that the dead just refuse to stay dead in this place. It's fine, though, certainly not the fault of those who do the dying. "What's this about Delight? That must have happened before I arrived."

As she speaks, she eyes curiously the contents of Rita's plate. "Are those mantu?" she asks before Rita can answer the previous question, pointing toward the dumplings, which look only vaguely familiar to her - and the contents of which she can't quite make out.

[Ah good another victim come to visit her. It's definitely something she'll have to get used to. She's enjoying herself too much to be all that bothered, anyway, and gives Charles a wink as he comments on her preferred meal.]

Oh, you're all missing out, but more for me! You should try one though, there are more than I can eat, and they're dead anyway so no point in hoarding them. Here, let me see if I can find one with a face like yours!

[The grubs are anywhere from four to twelve inches long, and Caedra sorts through them with her fingers - this is definitely not an item normally eaten with silverware, after all. Their bodies are pale and slightly translucent, and clearly very soft with how delicately she seems to handle them. It only takes a moment to find one with a childlike face and a mop of black hair - and that's where the resemblance ends, really, but close enough, so she fishes it out and dangles it in Charles' direction]

You want to try it? They're great with butter.

[The warm and delicious smell of food that's filling the entire room are alone enough to make one's mouth to water. For Edgar, who was once again starting to grow hungry, it was nothing but taunting. There was nothing wrong with his nose but none of the foods on the display did a thing to wake up his appetite. What a shame.

For a good moment the whole message from god called Love felt just a taunt. 'All the food and drink you can digest'. Well, that was true for the most at least.

But then, he sees a deep glass bowl placed on a table surrounded by two vases full of bright red roses. The bowl itself is filled with a red liquid and Edgar doesn't even need to get close to know what it is. He can smell the metallic sweetness. He walks up to the table and casts a brief yet thorough gaze down on the bowl -- there's even nice little cups right next to it and a ladle. As considerate this makes their host look Edgar can't help but wrinkle his nose up a little. There's something almost disgusting to see cold -- still -- blood laid out on like this.

He leaves the blood untouched for now and makes his way to the roses instead. With a gentle smile on his lips and eyes closed Edgar leans over and smells the roses, inhaling their fresh fragrance deep. Now this is more like it!

With a carefully practiced gentleness he picks up the roses from the vases, as if they were the most precious thing ever, creating a big bouquet on his arms.]

[ Wow, that's...completely disgusting. But definitely interesting. Something worth studying, but...not eating. ]

I'm fine, thanks.

[ And now, at least part of the reason is that she's touched it. So now it's not only weird, it's contaminated. ]

It's very kind of you to offer to share, though. But like you said, more for you now.

Feasts were at least something Kelson knew and was acquainted with. It was a little different than he was used too, alright, very different than what he was used too. He didn't need to preside over anything, keep a careful watch or really do much of anything besides enjoy himself. It was quite nice. It was still jarring not to be served by pages in Haldane livery, but this was a new experience. He hasn't removed his crown yet and thus can be seen wearing it, resting against his braided black hair. Plus it's a feast. One was expected to be attired correctly, even if it seemed he was one of the only aware of this.

He's wary at first, but a light probe to the food convinces him there's nothing wrong with it, and the king relaxes. Kelson mingled around, a glass of sweet red wine in one hand, and a plate of, yes, that's a roasted peacock, feathers still adorned, marzipan with glazed cherries. He started out heavy in the wine, and then backed off when he remembered he didn't have the comfort of healers like he did back home to make the hangover disappear the next time. It hadn't been that long since he was back in Rhemuth and able to eat like this, but it seemed an awfully long time to him. A bite of peacock disappeared into his mouth and he closed his eyes to savor it and wash it down with a sip of wine.

"Is this a usual occurrence or does a feast like this come with unknown expectations?" Kelson asked warily.

[She just chuckles to herself at his reaction, then dunks the larva's face in butter and chomps it right off with a crunch as its skull shatters in her teeth. Clearly it's absolutely delicious to her, if her blissful expression is anything to go by.

Chew, swallow. The body end of the thing drips slightly over her plate.]

They're better alive, you know. Fresher. Some of the more developed ones even have little hands.

[ ...okay, well, maybe he was seeing things with whatever was there but then disappeared-- that's fine, totally normal. ]

If you have to ask, the answer's probably "yes."

[ Wait, is she also eating the skull? How is she going to even digest-- no, that's definitely not the weirdest thing about this. ]

I'm surprised you're eating the head first, actually.

[ With a slight laugh. ]

I would've guessed you'd save that for last.

[ Oh hey, it's that guy again. ]

Stealing the centerpieces already? I thought you're supposed to save that for the end of the party.

[ Because he doesn't expect the roses to be food for anyone, obviously. ]

Caedra certainly feels underdressed, though she's comforted by the fact that most everyone else seems to be as well. She misses her extensive wardrobe and makeup set. She looks presentable, certainly, but she always does make an effort to do so anyway given the pride she takes in her appearance.

As she makes her way through the crowd, with her coffee cup sitting on her plate and a little pile of human-faced grubs beside it, she spots the boy king and comes toward him eagerly. She hasn't spoken directly to him since their arrival, as far as she can recall, and though he had admitted his royal status then, she can't recall having seen the crown before. And look at what he has - some gaudy food indeed, with all those feathers, but it's the sort of thing she would love to be served back home in the Abyss so she can't judge too harshly.

"Greetings, your highness," she says, though her teasing smile suggests that yes, she knows that's not the proper form of address for a king. "Unknown expectations are the only thing one can expect here, as far as I've determined."

Edited 2018-04-16 01:23 (UTC)

[Well, if it isn't Charles. What a pleasant surprise.]

What can I say? I just can't let someone else steal my idea.

[He jokes and when he picks up another rose he offers it to Charles instead of adding it to his own pile.]

Nobody really saves the best for last, Charles. Or if they do, then they're clearly gluttons for punishment.

[She scoots the body over more butter smeared onto her plate and eats away gleefully.]

Live life to the fullest, you know? Why deprive yourself of what you really want.

Annabeth is one of those people who doesn't know--or care, more likely--that a feast requires dressing up, and her sole concession to the tradition is that she's brushed her hair, at least, and let it fall around her shoulders instead of pulling it back in a ponytail. Though she's still wearing jeans and her Camp shirt and anyone trying to make her change could go take a swim in the lake. She'd help if they didn't want to.

She's also incredibly wary of most of the food around--some people ate weird things and while she could at least appreciate a cultural difference, do people actually eat peacock?

Oh. Yes. It looks like they do. Oops. At least she hasn't said that out loud yet and made a huge idiot out of herself. And hey, there's even a question she can answer and pretend she isn't actually a stubborn and ridiculous individual.

"I guess that kind of depends on why they're throwing the party. This isn't even the first one."

Kelson likewise wishes he had been kidnapped with his entire wardrobe, but a king does what he must. As for your wardrobe Caedra, Kelson is thrilled you don't have it. He had no doubt at least something about it would be inappropriate, whether it was something simple as a dress that was too low cut, or something horrific like a dress made out of human skin. He was not happy to see you Caedra, but he was glad you were coming over. He had been meaning to talk to you. Or at you.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," he corrected, rather tersely even though it was rather obvious she had done it on purpose. He tried not to look at what she was eating and looked purposefully at her face instead, jaw set.

"Is there something you should tell me Caedra? I have not liked what I have heard. You have been busy."

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Event Log: A Hope for the Future

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noctis lucis caelum | ota

kate / ota

serah / ota

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Swift har Parasiel | Feast | OTA + Closed, will match

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Edgar | at the feast | ota

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Kelson Haldane | OTA

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