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

[murderpotato]

[Gren only knows what Lup has told him, and that's really all that he cares to know. Some guy hurt his friend, and he's known too many women who've gotten hurt by assholes to bother digging too far into the story. They'd all been pretty similar.]

[Barry's backed up against a table and Gren gets a vicious sort of satisfaction at his discomfort, at the stutter in his voice and his nervous little glances. Squirrelly little fuck, Gren can't figure for the life of him why a woman like Lup would give this guy the time of day, nevertheless, like. Tie the fucking knot.]

[The same could probably have been said of him and Wade, but that's beside the point.]

Yeah, I bet you fuckin' do. [Gren crowds him up against that table, narrowing the ways that this twerp could get away from him.] And when I'm done with you, you're gonna have a whole fuckin' lotta things to regret.

[He fists his hand into Barold's shirt, right at the collar so that the constriction of the fabric chokes him a little. Might want to call in the cavalry if you want to avoid this beating, Barry.]

[restinglichface]

[Gren takes some time to actually talk and Lup doesn't push, doesn't judge him for his silence, doesn't prod him to go faster. The woman just slips in close to him, just enough to where her knee casually bumps against his, and sips her drink, her gaze drifting out to the party happening around them.

It's a good party, more than most folks in this place have come to expect from the ones in charge. But the music is good, the food is better, and the booze is flowing freely. Yet even with all of those fantastic elements in place, if this had happened even two weeks earlier, Lup would be in the same boat as Gren, wouldn't she? Drowning in heartache, wanting to lose herself to liquor instead of facing the whole unfair center of her hurt. She can't fault him for his pain, for not being able to manage the hurt he's facing, but Lup wants to be the kind of friend that he needs in this moment.

So at least he doesn't have to face the whole happy room alone.

But finally he speaks, getting straight to the point and god, Lup loves him all the more for it. There's no dancing around the topic, no pretending that nothing is wrong. Just right to it. Straight to his pain.]

I know, hun. [And she does, or at least, Lup assumed as much. His grief had seemed so much bigger than just losing Wade. It was the unspoken between them that hit him the hardest.

Maybe the touch isn't completely welcome so he can always shrug her off, but Lup reaches over to rest her hand over his forearm, her touch light and warm. For her, physical touch is the most important reminder there is that she is real and that others can see her. Maybe he won't get exactly the same comfort out of it, but hopefully she can help him stay grounded.]

And yeah, maybe you shoulda told him earlier, but you can't beat yourself about what ifs. You didn't know. He didn't either.

[murderpotato]

[He didn't know, and no one could have really predicted that Wade would fuck off into the ether that particular day. It's just that sometimes Gren lays awake in a bed that's too small for how goddamn empty it feels, replaying conversations over and over in his stupid head. Every place where things should have been said (but weren't) stands out when he looks at it in hindsight, whole new branches that should've been made in a narrative that didn't happen. Which is a fucking problem, because maybe there's some alternate universe where Gren didn't fuck up and let the love of his stupid, waste-of-space life man who should've been his boyfriend disappear without telling him the things he needed to know, but that's not the universe that Gren's living in.]

[He's in the shitty one, and he has to live with that.]

Yeah, yeah, I fuckin' know that. I just wish I could've...

[He makes a short noise in his throat, annoyed at his own goddamn self, and sort of points his eyes in the general direction of the party-goers, looking through them more than at them. There's no way to end that sentence that isn't stupid; he could wish for all sorts of shit but that doesn't mean that it matters even a little bit. Lup's hand settles gentle on his arm, and he tenses just for a second before letting go. Letting her give comfort in the way that she knows how. The sentiment behind it is the important thing, more than the method.]

Closure's bullshit, isn't it. Closure's a fuckin' lie that we tell ourselves because we want to pretend that our shitty stories could have a better endin'. [Which is a lie in and of itself, because the stories don't really end. Nothing ever really ends.] Wantin' it's like a fuckin' leash. It's supposed to be a key or some shit, supposed to let you outta the cage of your past, but it... ties you to it.

[He settles back in his seat, his limbs in a graceless sprawl, and huffs.] Me, I guess. Fuck.

s h u t u p

[nonscriptum]

That I was in a committed relationship with someone I love very much? [Nate doesn't think it's too far a stretch, particularly since he's never been duplicitous about his wedding band.] To be fair, you never asked, and we've never really- y'know.

[For a moment he waves his hand helplessly, trying to find the words that are shielded by a cloud of alcohol. When he locates them, he snaps his fingers. The most accurate culprit is the mere fact that neither of them are excellent sharers of heavier material - that sort of thing is best locked up until someone gets close enough to be offered a key.]

Talked about personal stuff. Personal lives.

[nonscriptum]

Okay, fair enough.

[Hands up, not entirely intent on defending the efficiency of phones over corvids, Nate huffs a laugh.]

Sent me whatever you can get your hands on, then.

[lemontree]

But the humans - we humans - are all so different, too. Some have magical abilities, and others...

[ Dany just ends up shaking her head, at a loss. She's learned so many things, heard so many strange tales, that it's difficult to lump all the people that she's met in Hadriel together. ]

[lemontree]

[ It's a bit over her head, but Dany listens and nods silently, trying to make more sense of it. ]

I... may not understand it completely, but I thank you for trying to explain it. It really is incredible how different our worlds our, how... much there is to know that is beyond our reach.

[lemontree]

Very. [ Dany smiles when Margaery asks after the wine. I should have known she would prefer sweeter things. ] I didn't bring any back with me, but if it appears again, I'll make sure to have you try some of it.

[abbatis]

[He decides not to argue with that even though he's sure he still could make his point. Two people can be much harder to kill than one, after all. It's always safer to have someone around who'll watch over you as you do the same. When being alone for too long one's focus and priorities can slip.]

Have you then? Crawled out of coffin so to speak.

[pocketspa]

[He's a little too crossfaded to hide his enjoyment of this whole scenario, letting Barry take his hit and snickering when he hacks even a little. It's been-- well, he doesn't want to think about how long. That's not what this party is for. It's not perfect, a fake plant made by Tranquility, but it's good enough to get ya fucked up, so he won't complain.]

I got a gal. She made a few deals to get it growin' in the orchard. She keeps me upped, I do some magic shit. Easy.

[Rosie is a lifesaver, frankly.]

It's uh, a little fuckin' strong, but like. Good, right? Very. Gimme that.

[He takes another hit, puffing out little exhales like a steam train before losing it into a fit of giggles.]

Just-- just hit me whenever, n' junk.

[roseofthetyrells]

Thank you, I'll look forward to it. Though, goodness knows when the so-called gods will feel like being so kind to us again.

[thelastjoy]

[She gives him a small, crooked smile. She knows he's right, hopes he's right. Party can't keep circling around the problem forever. Things will get better because they have to.]

And you'll keep an eye on 'im in the meantime?

[thelastjoy]

Something like that. [She thinks about leaving it be, but then bites her lip and continues. A few people already know. What's the harm in talking to another?] Where you're from, does anyone watch over you dead? Like a reaper or god or something?

[killthisparty]

[ He'd be having a lot more fun with that thought if he wasn't facing a punch-bowl of actual blood.]

Y' never heard a' vampires?

[ Forgive him, he's not always super good at remembering things or being self aware.]

[abbatis]

Nope. I can't say I have.

Sorry.

[killthisparty]

What the fuck. [ In a shocked almost-whisper, which is better than his usual alternative of yelling shit out at the top of his lungs.

Kind of wishes Ghoul and Kobra were here to see this.]

[sneaklizard]

Yeah, that's another thing, lots of different humans. A lotta- you know, all kinds of people.

So, hey, how-- how about you? [ Is that a weird question? It's kind of hard to tell, some drinks in. Hopefully she isn't making too bad an impression.]

Any, huh...I guess, powers?

[abbatis]

I don't know. [He says, turning more serious.] There are lot of different kind of beliefs about deities, gods and spirits and such all around the world. Some of them have been forgotten through time. But there's no definite proof that any of it is real. I think science is proving everything that we thought about world before wrong.

[thelastjoy]

It ain’t ‘bout belief, I’m talkin’ facts. Tangible shit, the kind of creatures you know are there ‘cause someone’s seen it happen. [Her forehead wrinkles as she frowns.] There’s nothin’ like that in your world? Nothin’ bigger and longer lived and more than human?

[This strikes her as fascinating. George is the only person she’s really gotten into the nitty gritty of death and mysticism with. And George has so many similar experiences she’d not thought much about worlds that didn’t.]

[abbatis]

Again, I don't know. Some people say they have seen something like that thorough the history but others says they're either lying or couldn't understand what they were seeing. It's always about belief. [What makes the concept of faith truly frightening. While it holds little materialistic power it can still shape the world and the way it's perceived. It's why his kind has always been more or less afraid of different religious symbols and rituals.

Unfortunately that is not something he plans on revealing to this human girl. He might like her company but she still poses a threat to him if she finds out. Yet, her persistence is intriguing]

Why, is there something like it in your world?

[puzzlingly]

「The fact that Barry approves, and more over, makes that comment, makes Atem beam.」

He really did...

「No, he didn't! But then again, Atem's ancient favorite food is also what they'd consider... junk food. There is no doubt they were meant to each other!」

What about you, Barry, what is it that you like?

[sciencelizard]

[At least she's trying to understand it. Alphys always assumed most humans wouldn't even care. It's kind of nice.]

H-Heh. Yeah. I uh, I always kinda thought monsters were really common, but a lot of other worlds don't, uhm, have them. But I mean, how could I know about o-other worlds, right?? After all. But as long as we talk to each other, it's not so hard.

NEVER

[pocketspa]

[He purses his lips, keeping his head on Nate's shoulder.]

I dunno, my man, I think made my position pre-tty clear. Not my fault you're all made of mixed signals. Besides, I'm in a relationship, but I still have fuckin' eyes. And limits, okay. 'Mm keepin' it above the belt.

[Or like, close.]

Why do you gotta lay out all your biz when you could just be like, bee tee dubbs, dick is cool? I'm not here to get all feelsy, my guy. Just a little fun where I can get it. Do I need a thesis for that?

[He doesn't sound mad, just-- pouty.]

[unknowable]

Hey, that's pretty good. I always wanted to go to college. Maybe someday I'll get there.

[His tone is rather wry. If he were at home, he'd probably be a couple years in by now, but for some reason they don't have higher education in mysterious alien cities.]

What were you going to study?

[killthisparty]

[ He stares, very blatantly, at Edgar. Completely silent for a couple of seconds.

Eventually, he speaks up again.]

You fuckin' with me?