Event Log: A Hope for the Future

[hadrielmods]

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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[allthecards]

[He has no idea what he's going on about now, and just focuses on the wine instead]

No, I wasn't.

The selection isn't bad, but it's not enough to lose your head over.

[puzzlingly]

That's why because you don't remember. And I know it's not the best but, it's from home.

「Just as they used to make it so long ago, it was a the best they had.」

[abyssalarcana]

[It would, and that's why she's making the threat without intending to follow through - at least, not while they're both sitting here. Maybe later. Maybe not at all, because there's a penalty she knows about that Charles isn't aware of. The gods did punish her directly for what she did and she doesn't particularly want to lose more than she already has.]

Nobody ever achieves anything by playing along. What would that even accomplish?

[She looks like she's about to say more, but then stops herself. Charles, you've just accidentally given her a brilliant idea. About everything, about this whole entire situation, about everyone being trapped between the false gods and the constructs that call them parasites.

An idea she doesn't want to share or even let on that she's had, so Caedra instead dissolves the knife with a wave of her hand and returns to her coffee.]

I hate this place.

[puzzlingly]

Oh, right, how could he forget? He's so used to Ravine that often he doesn't go thinking about who she really is but who she, is, his friend.

He finally swallows. "Sorry," But there is something that suddenly pops in his mind. "Why are you here if you...?"

He stops himself before he ends the phrase, but the question is a little obvious anyway.

[allthecards]

You're making less sense than usual.

[Takes a drink of his wine. A small one, he doesnt intend to get Atem-levels of drunk. ]

If you say so. There's no bottle with a label.

[puzzlingly]

You just don't wanna listen to what I'm saying, Seth.

「He does just the same, he also doesn't notice what he just said.」

Didn't you read Love's post? This is the kind of things these gods do.

Early

[soldier_blade]

[Several days it, Sonya was more than okay with taking advantage of the feast. Thus far, nothing happened as a result of her eating or taking some of the food with her, and so long as it was being held, she would try to enjoy herself.

She was seated with a plate of breakfast food (ham and cheese omelet and hash browns with ketchup) and a cup of real (not freeze dried) coffee. By habit, she chose a seat where she had a clear view of the entrance way, and thus saw Daenerys as she entered. She offered the woman a slight wave in acknowledgement.] Morning.

[If she sounded a little cheerful, it likely had to do with the caffiene and her injuries having fully healed since they last spoke.]

19th Feast. | OTA

[circumitus]

Finally, Rey allows herself to take a break from several days' worth of catching up on her liquor stock at the Speakeasy. Besides, she doubts there will be many 'patrons' when there's everything one could possibly ask for gathered by the gods themselves.

That also means that it doesn't take Rey very long to see some things that definitely catch her eye...

"Is that... Holy shit, is that fucking dim sum?"

She quickly slides into a seat and starts a collection of various Chinese food. From sweet barbeque bao to pork shumai... There's steamed fried rice wrapped up in lotus leaves, pot stickers, shrimp dumplings, flaky sou pastries, dan tat... The last time Rey had seen any of these things was with her brother at the Phoenix Palace in Chicago. The beautiful sight alone warms her with nostalgia and cravings she never thought would be sated again.

Since there are no Phoenix Palaces here in Hadriel, Rey is absolutely taking every advantage she can, stuffing her face unceremoniously. One might liken her to a hamster with her cheeks puffed, as she helps herself by shoveling more food in her mouth.

So she might not look the most classy and flattering lady at the feast -- you want to talk to her about that? Because those might be fighting words.

Eventually she finds the bourbon, the lager, and the wine. One good thing about her metabolic rate is that she can savor all of these things before she starts getting a little tipsy, let alone drunk. But it won't be long before the bourbon starts to kick in. Feel free to find and join her for a drink. Enjoy the spectacle of the tank woman humming to herself as she lounges lazily in her seat. She's got no one to impress. What makes you think you're any different?

III

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[Whistler raises a hand in silent decline of the offer. He can't see it, certainly, but the smell of beer is hard to mistake.]

No thanks. I generally avoid the stuff.

Fingon | OTA

[utulien_aure]

The Fourteenth

[Fingon is well out of the city when the earthquakes begin- making sure Arda's Worst Helmet won't be back to trouble Hadriel again takes some planning, some personal space, and a nice hammer borrowed from the forge.

(What, it doesn't take that long to wreck a helmet? Shows what you know, that thing just doesn't die easily. Ignore the Arrival-And-Death Anniversary which passes while he's away....)

But as he heads back to Hadriel, it's easier to see the effects in the distance. The quakes he can sense in the earth below him- and to his great surprise he can see the city restoring itself in the distance.

And- ah, there are a lot more monsters just past the city limits than there were when he left, aren't there? Well never mind that, Fingon can still use the distraction....]

The Nineteenth

[Fingon attends the feast dressed as richly as he can, garbed in a deep blue tunic with golden wire twisted into his braids. It's only polite, after all. One comes properly dressed to a party, if one can.

He tries everything that looks vaguely appetizing (no brain pie, thanks), from the drinks to the meat to the deserts that adorn the table. But it's only later, raising a glass of wine to his lips, that he comes across something he recognizes-

And nearly spits it out. A waste of good wine, that, and even in Valinor it would have been a tragedy to waste the deep reds of Kementari's vineyards....]

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

Sounds like I'm missing something good

[Whistler chuckles as he moves to drop down next to her]

19th

[inthewar]

[ It's a hell of a fucking party, a damn good one, as parties go, but it's a little strange, too. He's new, though, so he's still just trying to adjust to all of this, get his bearings. He has no context in this world, no history to go off of, he just knows he's stuck here for a while and he's damn determined to make the best of it. And if people who have been here longer than he has are living it up at this party, he's gonna do the same.

So he's about two drinks in when a young girl - who looks really fucking familiar - asks a question that pulls a smirk out of him. ]

Uh. Yeah. That's a crazy idea, but a fucking good one. It'd make for a hell of a good time, anyway.

Nathan Drake | party only | ota

[nonscriptum]

[It's been a long week. On top of mitigating the altogether hilarious aftermath of being negged into taking his shirt off in front of a couple of asshole elves Nate has spent a considerable amount of time invested in locating a robot for their resident headshrinker. The act itself felt fairly benign and unhurried up until he received actual coordinates, and after a frantic dig through rubble he was left with a small metal parcel a little smaller than a football.

It's safe now, however, which means he has free reign to enjoy some of the aspects of this place he remembers from this first feast, about a year ago. Food from home, food from abroad, food from every godforsaken point of origin belonging to each resident, replete with the alcohol to boot.

About time, honestly.]

food; fun fact, the vomitorium wasn't actually for vomiting

[Not uncommon for his usual, Nate doesn't stick around in one place for longer than a brief conversation could occupy. It's difficult not to get distracted by the colorful spread and he wanders around the wide tables in interest, trying things with which he isn't familiar and thrilled to see dishes he recognizes.

Nate never thought he would actively miss the kind of creole spread available at the hole in the wall a couple blocks from the Drake-Fisher residence back in New Orleans, but the smell of shrimp and near-nuclear spices washes over him like a familiar, gastronomical wave. He reaches for a plate.]

Don't mind if I do.

drink; the romans did like their wine, though

[It isn't like Nate to make an effort toward getting drunk, particularly because he has to imbibe enough alcohol to drop a horse to reach that point, but after a substantially strong bottle of distilled spirits from south of the border Nate is more friendly than his usual.

It gets progressively worse, a word which here means "Nate's ebullient conversation devolves into truly abominable, increasingly inappropriate jokes and puns involving the ancient civilizations."

He sways amiably as he wanders the party, a glass of clear liquor in one hand and a loopy smile on his face, eager to engage in debate or exchanges of wits alike.]

[whip_poor_will]

A particular memory of a hungry little girl devouring a fish cooked by the prince himself probably doesn't help Atem to remember. It's strange to think about that now, in hindsight. The taste is but an echo, not something she can experience or enjoy as others can. Still, she's had thousands of years to get over it. Part of her just nearly forgot what it was even like to eat, and other times she finds it to be a nuisance that it was ever part of her required routine for survival.

"For the company, obviously." She feigns a concerned expression. "Of course, if my presence here is a discomfort to you, I can always take my leave."

Naturally she's teasing. Ravine knows Atem better than that.

[aroundthecoroner]

[Michael laughs nervously.]

Yeah, uh, really nasty.

[But that begs another question:] Are the gods giving out plants again, too? Or is that, like, a future salad?

[He's not gonna judge. There is way weirder on this table.]

[aroundthecoroner]

[He's up for it, but not as up for it as a zombie. I mean he's still alive and all. True to his word, though, he slams that pepper down in there and then munches off the end of it.

Oh god it's so much.]

Mmm, god, I forgot how- [He makes a face.] bad these are. [He coughs.

It's a good burn, though. Harlan can do a lot more than he can with the flavorless food in Hadriel, but Michael has missed spice. So much.]

[nowherewolf]

[Yeah okay, Tucker has eaten literal roadkill? Willingly? And he wouldn't touch that thing with a 50 foot pole.]

That's uh. Yikes. So what that's a fuckin' soul?

[That better not be true in his world. Then again, his world does connect to the Abyss. Ugh. Does he even have a soul? Or is he too close to an animal to count?]

[nowherewolf]

[Who says scotch isn't a breakfast drink?]

Maybe they expect me to just eat it with my teeth.

[Which... he would. If he was like, alone.]

See any steak knives? I don't want to dull mine.

Nineteenth

[bythewaves]

[ They don't have the resources of long ago, but they're friends with the seamstress after all, and that helps good deal.

Maglor too is in blue - a darker navy to Fingon's - but the trim is the firey red of his father's house, and not the royal gold. More importantly to that is the fact that he's gone to the effort of braiding his hair in house braids with the gems he's saved all these years, although there's been no point in them. ]

Fingon? [ He was reaching for the wine himself, and he blinks at his cousin, pausing ]

Maglor | ota

[bythewaves]

It's only on the last night of the feast that he appears, dressed in navy edged with a firey red trim, and with gems braided in his hair (house braids, an affectation from a long, long time ago, royal finwean blue and flashing feanarian red, the elaborate patterns that tell those who can read them that he is second son of first son, a warrior and a master bard). He's a little quieter than normal, the fire in his eyes not yet settled. It's been a long two weeks, but he has hunted, and the one who hurt his people has been taught a lesson. It's enough, for now.

He has his harp, but he's not playing, content for once to watch, sampling the food curiously.

(he bows his head to hide the tears, when he finds his mother's honeycakes)

[hoperulesdespairdrools]

[Komaeda has seen the bowl of blood and a lot of other things like human brains which are less than appetising, although he guessed what they might be for, considering the people he has met and heard of so he accepts it, as gross as it looks (besides, some of them are nice people! He knows at least one who is nice anyway).

However, Komaeda has always admired people with talent (to the point of fawning and obsession) and in Hadriel, this has extended to anyone with superpowers - basically anybody who has skills and abilities who is not boring like he is. Because of that, he decides if he can spot anyone going for said blood.

He then sees Edgar hovering up to the bowl, seeing if he is about to take any when.....oh? He leaves the bowl and goes for the roses instead. Maybe this kid is not someone who drinks blood. Mind you, he was not put off enough by it to avoid the roses. Who knows?

If Edgar looks around, he might find an older boy keenly watching him with interest. Komaeda is not always very tactful.]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor's dressed in blue, a deep navy edged with red, with the badge of his house blazoned on his shoulder, a rainbow gem surrounded by flames. There are advantages to being friends with the local seamstress! But he's wearing gems in his hair, which is done in elaborate braids, red and blue catching the light ]

Swift?

[ He comes up to him in a quiet moment, offers him a glass of wine. ]

How are you and Seel coping?

[hoperulesdespairdrools]

Ah.....are you sure? [Komaeda does not like sweets that much. However, this is such a kind gesture. To actually want to offer snacks to someone like him......! He does not deserve it but it is so kind of Semiyon.]

watching stonework?

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor comes around the corner and ducks under a bit of flying masonry ]

Ignis? [ He blinks at him and eyes the moving bricks warily ]

This is not your doing, I take it.

[swiftlet]

[At the sounds of his name, Swift turns with a genuine smile on his face, accepting the offered glass and taking a moment to enjoy what he was seeing. Maglor almost looked like a har in that outfit. If only he actually were.]

Maglor. You look positively stunning.

[When asked about Seel, though, Swift sneaks a worried glance in his direction that he hopes Seel doesn't notice.]

As well as can be expected, I suppose. I'm sure he doesn't want to be here but I asked him to come. I thought it might be good for him.