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!
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► 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.

Comments

[killthisparty]

S' gross. [ To be quite fair, they probably have highly different concepts of "gross". Party's eaten, touched, and even done his very fair share of gross shit.]

The fuck you mean? [ Oops, Tucker, you walked into that one.]

[killthisparty]

[ He narrows his eyes, intensifying his look of disgust. There's not a lot that makes him feel sick - not smells or sights anyway - but he feels a twinge of it them.]

Someone's gonna drink it... [ Mumbled more to himself than to Edgar, though he breaks his glare to glance over at the other man. In fact, he looks him up and down, disgust fading into suspicion.

People can absolutely move around freely, but it's hard not to make assumptions...]

Seen anyone scopin' it?...

[nonscriptum]

Sure. No pressure.

[The last thing he wants is for her to feel obligated - or worse, intimidated - into accepting the offer. But her hesitation feels explicitly linked to the process of reaching out, rather than reaching out itself, and Nate wonders if communications in her world are as wildly different as her clothing.

He takes a stab in the dark.]

...You don't know how to use the phone, do you?

[nonscriptum]

[He doesn't move, concerned that if he steps away all of Taako's weight will go crashing to the ground next to him, but he makes a concerted effort to look put-upon even if it's not genuine. Nate is more annoyed by the ear prodding his neck than the melodramatic elven drapery.

Swirling his drink a little, he looks down at it for a moment, soaking in the pause. Considering his options. Taking a sip.]

Who said I was straight?

[glacius]

I appreciate you saying that. [He does; he really, genuinely does. Not many people know of his involvement with humanity, and even less have actually expressed appreciation for it, even though they very much should. This is even more the case in his own world, where he was the only member of the multi-species conglomerate known as the Alliance of Worlds who was concerned for humanity to begin with.]

The latter. Our wars are incredibly infrequent and we try to avoid them whenever possible. Our culture in general thrives around conflict resolution and working for the betterment of the whole rather than the few. Beyond that, we simply despise violence and brutality; we are at our hearts a peaceful species. Our involvement in external affairs grew from a desire to see that same peace and order extended further into the galaxy.

[nonscriptum]

"Yep. Definitely."

Best to adjourn this conversation as quickly as possible. Nate takes the opening afforded to him by the very alcohol he offered to raise his cup in a little mock-toast before excusing himself, post-haste.

[nonscriptum]

[No, that's another craft, Ignis. Politics is weaving tapestries of elaborate lies.

Nate raises an eyebrow but lets him finish, perhaps more confused by the specificity of his interests.]

...what, Eos as in- the Greek goddess of the dawn?

[laststartofall]

Say it how it is. [Party is always going to be the first one he thinks of when statements like that one come up. The guy's a bomb waiting to go off at almost all times.

But he shares her worry, even if he doesn't say it. This place has been a lot to take in, and he knows his friend still blames himself for the deaths of all of them.]

... You two doing okay?

[restinglichface]

[It's funny how that small concession - it's got you - leaves the elf totally speechless. Sometimes these relationships just happen, blossom up out of nowhere, these friendships that she didn't realize were as strong as they've grown.

It takes a few moments, but Lup eventually leans back into her friend's side and flops her head onto his shoulder. It's comfortable, comforting. Safe.]

Gay, [she teases, but the warmth there in her tone says it all. Right back at you.]

Nah, not from our home world. Miss some of our friends who aren't here, but like, that place was never my home. [Never.] That world never gave us anything but shit. Pretty content here.

[proselytise]

Wow, you must really like it.

[ The mental image of someone taking home a bowl of curry, setting it across the table for a candlelit dinner, gently tucking the bowl of curry into bed...

He lowers his voice, as if sharing a secret. ]

Don't you think the curry will get jealous if you start looking for other food, though?

[hoperulesdespairdrools]

Edgar, huh? I'm Nagito Komaeda. It's nice to meet you! Have you been here long?

[hoperulesdespairdrools]

He probably is. Everyone should congratulate themselves on what a wonderful job they've done! [Well he helped but he's not counting himself as among the people who congratulate themselves because 'trash like me doesn't deserve that'.]

[claritatis]

Mm. Perhaps nostalgia has something to do with it. [A little to do with it. When someone has been drinking the same brand of coffee since they started drinking coffee, there has to be some kind of emotional attachment to it.]

It's partly the beans, and partly the method. Neither of which, I'm afraid, we will be able to reproduce here.

[claritatis]

[Ignis looks slightly amused by the response. Not one he's had before, but then, he doesn't exactly go into the specifics of where he's from all that often.

Somewhere like this, it doesn't seem to matter as long as you look human.]

Eos is the name of the planet that I come from. I have been able to draw a number of similarities between our mythos and that of Earth - names, stories, and the like. It's quite fascinating.

[pocketspa]

[Admittedly, Taako isn't actually sure what Edgar is planning here. He doesn't know what he even wants out of it- a good time, something interesting, something new. But Taako is cautious, and impeccably good at survival- while his teammates have died closer to 70 or 80 deaths by now, his own number is barely scraping 20. For all the dangers he's encountered, if there's any way to live through it, he will.

So he's a little wary as Edgar moves, takes his hand, and watches maybe a bit too intently at the action.

But as soon as Edgar can see him again, his face is still smiling and lazy. Best not to let him suspect, after all, what kind of game they're playing.]

Wow, fancy moves there, slick. Good show of appreciation though. Into it.

[And because he won't bend over, he moves to take Edgar's fingers in his, brings his hand to his lips and gives it a little peck.]

Thanks for the trick, bubbleh. Hope I'll get to see more.

[abbatis]

Oh? [He asks, with his eyes wide open he tilts his head to the side curiously as if the thought of the blood being drinkable had never occurred to him.]

No, I don't think so. I haven't seen many people even looking at it.

Why? You think it's some kind of cannibalistic cocktail?

[restinglichface]

[If it was about her, Lup would gleefully continue in this dance, waltzing further and further from the source of her pain, drowning herself in booze and attention and too much good food until her thoughts couldn't possibly fall to that place.

But this is about someone else, someone she's come to care for, a friend who went out of his way to care for her while she was at her lowest. The very least she can do is return the favor, even if Lup doesn't think she's at all good with these kinds of conversations. Her own experiences with loss over the years are much more different than what most others do.]

Not sure if you've noticed, but that's kinda my thing... [But she sets her plate down on the table, wipes her hands off with a napkin, and purposefully gives Gren all of her attention.] But nah, we don't have to. We can... Look, if you wanna we can grab a bottle and find a corner and, uh, talk shit out?

[She can't bring Wade back, but she can remind Gren that Wade wasn't the only person in Hadriel who cared about him.]

How's that sound, big guy?

[puzzlingly]

So... What does that mean? You wouldn't want to go back?

「Apparently that's just a conversation that keeps coming back to him.」

[nowherewolf]

[Alright, so pretending he didn't say anything won't work. Time for plan B: lie.]

Most of the humans from other worlds than mine apparently can't eat certain shit. Just guessin' you're like that, too.

[Ah yes, the alien defense. Stupidly plausible here.]

im like, 50% sorry

[pocketspa]

[Nathan Drake, you have just made the mistake of your life.

Suddenly, Taako stops moving. Like a pause, like a considering of options. In reality, though, it is absolutely no consideration. Taako shoves the bottle of Grey Goose onto the nearest table, because finally, he has something better to do with his hands. Namely, he now feels he has clearance to tuck them under Nate's arms, snake them up his body, and lay each one on one of those pecs so he can hold on as he slots his hips against Nate's back. Oh, it is game time now, baby. His head is still just far enough forward that Nate can probably see his very wide grin, no longer teetering in his heels.]

Oh, Natey-boy. You coulda said that a while ago and just made all of our lives easier. I mean, not that you didn't just scream 'tight bottom who wants to please' from the first day you carried me over a mile for literally no reason.

[Did Taako tuck for this dress? Probably. Is he regretting it in this instance that he can't just highkey grind on Nate's ass? Also probably.]

[inthewar]

I do, but not yet. Gotta practice so I can kick your ass next time.

[ He laughs at himself, though, just amused that such a seemingly simple game got the better of him. ]

[circumitus]

Well, now Alphys is just flattering. Rey smiles faintly.

"You are a good friend," she confirms. "I've been lucky to have you around. The whole city is, actually."

She knows Alphys has lost a lot, too. It makes Rey all the more grateful that she's had some friends stick around.

[barold]

[Oh. Oh, okay, it's-- it's that kind of crying. Barry breathes a sigh of relief, deflating into his seat with a glass of scotch at the ready. If anyone can empathize with crying joyful tears, it's Barry Bluejeans. A good meal can bring out the most tender emotions in a man.]

'm gonna hafta try a bite of that thing, then. Looks delicious, bud.

[Barry is a little too drunk to have noticed the pink stains on his collar - still too drunk to notice as Atem points them out. Instead, he just looks confusedly at his chest, finding a mostly pristine white shirt, free of stains. Maybe the joyful tears are impairing Atem's vision.]

Nah, bud. I'm fine. [He grins a huge toothy grin, taking another hearty sip of his scotch.] Better'n fine. I'm great.

[puzzlingly]

「After how things had been going with Barry, it's nice to see him so relaxed and actually happy. Before taking another bite of his burger, he brings a hand to Barry's collar, smearing the mysterious stain between his fingers. He has no idea what it is yet, but it definitely is not food... Eh, he cleans his fingers on his jeans and just after he does that, he offers his precious food at him. Truth to be told, it's not the best thing out there, it's junk food after all! But the familiar flavor brings a lot of emotions out of him, that much is clear.」

My partner used to have these all the time.

「That should probably explain it...」

[lemontree]

It's magic? [ Dany quirks a brow, peering at the rest of the food. ] How...?

[ How is that possible? It looks and - she assumes - tastes like real food. Maybe 'magic' is what gives it its flavor? ]