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

[pocketspa]

[He's just kind of caught the giggles, but he lets the joint rest between them if Barry wants to take another hit.]

I dunno, just uh. Looked like a train. I crashed one of those getting one of the relics back, y'know. Think that was before your ghost ass found us again.

[He takes a smaller hit, just to have some smoke to exhale.]

Well I mean, it didn't really crash as go into nonexistence. It was fuckin' wicked though. 'Ss how we picked up Ango too.

[lemontree]

I see. [ She smiles a little more easily and offers a single, understanding nod. ] Are there humans in your world, too? Or only monsters?

[puzzlingly]

「Stew! He loves stew, such rich flavors. At the mention of his mom, Atem smiles warmly. Food is great, but food shared with family is even better.」

That sounds amazing. I'll make sure to taste it if I find it.

[pocketspa]

[He rolls his eyes, but doesn't protest.]

Just make sure you keep having shit to say to me and I guess I can work with your sentimentality.

[Aka, keep hanging around, don't like. Leave or anything. Shut up. He's not teetering on his heels anymore, but that doesn't mean he isn't still a little wobbly, and he leans back on Nate's shoulder.]

I'd say you owe me a dance for all that fuckin' emotional shit you just put me through unasked for, Natey boy.

[Is there??? Dancing here???? There's about to be, fuck it.]

[abbatis]

[Ah. Edgar can understand what she's describing here. So something like a grim reaper. Or a gentler version of the death -- angel, perhaps? Well, the words and titles don't matter.

He gives her a small nod to show that he's following her. ]

Still there must be a some reason why you'd mention her. Have you met her before coming here?

[thelastjoy]

[An angel would probably be less sarcastic, but it isn't a terrible description. Her followers often treated her like one, calling for her kindness and mercy.

Mercy Girl had the chance to see first hand. Ghoul and George were the only two she's told about it. The repetition makes it a little easier to nod her head.]

I did. That's how I know she's real. I spoke to her, saw her with my own eyes.

[abbatis]

I see. [He gives her another nod, this time pressing the roses closer to his chest. His fingers gently pressing on the thorn just to get something to do with them. So she's met a the death face to face before, something that he couldn't claim to have done -- or at least in the same manner. No wonder she talked so gritty about life and death. ]

That's what you meant by having crawled out from coffin before. Did she let you go or resurrect you?

[thelastjoy]

[She shifts, body language a little uncomfortable. She supposes it looks like she's uncomfortable about her own death. Girl is, in a way. She doesn't like thinking about the pain before the darkness or people who lost their lives trying to save her.

But really it's the question that comes after that bothers her. She has to be careful to answer without explaining why the Witch freed her death.]

There's nothin' to be let go from. She's not imprisonin' anyone. She can send people back to breathin', but she's not the one causin' anyone to die.

[sciencelizard]

There are humans! I mean, there are, I just haven't gotten to talk to many. O-Or, I didn't before I came here. Humans live on the Surface, and uhm, Monsters live in the Underground. So not a lot ever came down there, or could, so...

[She just shrugs. It's been a while, now. This place is as much normal as her home is.]

But I've seen a lot of humans here. And other kinds of species that don't exist at home!

[lemontree]

You aren't alone in that, I think. [ The humans in Hadriel are exotic enough without even factoring non-humans into the equation. ] I've never seen so many interesting people. - And monsters.

[ There's a little bit of an indulgent smile at that. ]

Why is it that you live underground?

[sciencelizard]

[It's almost strange to be asked something like that- even though she's been here for years and been questioned many times, it still feels like something that should just be common knowledge. But she's not Underground anymore. It's something new.

She looks a little sheepish as she answers.]

Well... h-humans kind of sealed us down there, after a big war a long time ago. We've been working to get out, of course, it just... hasn't happened yet. Or uhm, hadn't when I got here. Maybe that's different now, uh-- who knows!

[lemontree]

Sealed you? [ Her heart leaps into her throat as she thinks of her dragons - her children - sealed by Dany herself within the vaults of Mereen so that they could harm no more children. She swallows with difficulty, trying to keep her face impassive. ] ... I see. It seems that war follows us all from our worlds to this one.

[ Hopefully it will have stopped in Hadriel, now that they've escaped the Null... but, it's unlikely. ]

[sciencelizard]

[She nods, looking away, afraid she's struck a nerve.]

It is... kind of depressing, sometimes. We don't see it a lot here, I mean-- the Null only made it into the city proper once. But the threat is there. It's why we have to keep moving.

[Maybe it's time for a topic change.]

Have you been here long enough to see the city move? Or remember when we were underground? Not uh, we as in monsters, but everyone here.

[lemontree]

I do remember. [ She hadn't liked the cavern-city, though. At least the scorching heat is more familiar. ] It was... confining.

[ Claustrophobic, she means. How could anyone bear to live that way for long? ]

I have been here for about a year's time. Now that the city has moved once, I wonder if it will be shifted again, as the threat continues to hunt us.

[sciencelizard]

[Alphys taps her claws together, thinking about that prospect.]

It is-- I mean, I b-bet so. But it's kind of... exciting, right?

[From a woman who came from somewhere with no adventure, to here... she has something to reach for.]

I mean, it's hard, and unsafe, and-- and dangerous! But it... it's further than I ever thought I'd go.

[It's harder being in a story than she thought. But she wants to believe it's exciting. That it's an adventure.]

[lemontree]

It is. [ Dany admits, and there's a tiny smile. ] I will say that part of it is... exciting, yes. To see so many places that I would never see otherwise.

[ She's been confined to Essos her whole life, and there's something strangely freeing about being moved against her power to caverns, deserts, islands. Where will they bring us next? ]

If we can keep each other safe, then - perhaps all this isn't so terrible.

[sciencelizard]

[She smiles, wider than she had before.]

I think so. And we can have nice, uhm, times like this, right? Times where we can eat and talk and, h-have a good time! So... yeah!

It was nice to meet you. So I think this was worth it.

thank you for being patient with me!!

[barold]

[He’s expecting a punch in the face. Bracing himself for a fist to crash into his nose, his jaw, knocking loose a couple of teeth, making an eye swell up. It will hurt, but he can deal with that - Barry, for all his cowardice and faults, is a pretty big guy, padded all over. He can take a punch. He’s used to taking punches.

Being as big as he is, he wasn’t expecting being lifted clean off the ground. For a moment he’s stunned, disbelief etched in every line of his face, making his breath catch in his throat. His feet aren’t touching the ground anymore, dangling uselessly underneath him.

Gren’s arms pull back before jerking forward, and in that split second as he feels himself falling, Barry belatedly struggles. His legs kick fruitlessly, his whole body squirms against nothing, he shouts and yells for someone to come stop this - but he’s already falling, his resistance much like his apology. Too little too late.

His weight in combination with Gren’s unexpected, formidable strength makes the table top crack with an ear-splitting noise underneath him, the wooden legs groaning and complaining, barely keeping the table standing. The air is knocked right out of Barry’s lungs, the back of his head crashing into the hardwood surface, making bursts of light obscure his vision. It takes a greedy gasp of air for Barry to start screaming, struggling, fighting both his attacker and the pain.

Did Lup feel like this? Was she this afraid?]

[barold]

[Lup gets close - really close - her hands pulling him so close he can feel her body against his, their fronts pressed together. It’s like they were never apart. Barry’s hands move on their own, finding and holding her sharp hips, already moving to the music.

She feels incredible. How he managed to go for so long without her, he’ll never know. There’s already been a long, lonely decade without Lup at his side. He knows he can manage. But ever since he found her again, the thought of going without her even a single day should’ve been intolerable. How’d he ever think he’d be okay without her?

He’s not. He wasn’t, ever. Now that he’s here, his blood hot with alcohol and affection, Lup’s body moving so effortlessly against his own, Barry is hit by just how much he’s missed this. How badly he needs this.

As shy and careful as he’s been up until now, the tequila gives him the courage to pull her closer, arms wrapping firmly around her middle as he moves with her, letting her steer while keeping her close. So, so close. He can feel her breath on his lips.]

Still got the moves, huh?

[restinglichface]

[After a few rounds of tequila, is it any surprise that either of them are not quite as hesitant in their movements as they'd been earlier in the night?

This little dance between them - the careful politeness, the easy flirting, the deliberate lack of touching - now that they're out on the dance floor, with their pulses racing and alcohol fueling them forward, seems to fade away completely. Barry's big hands find her lithe form, grabbing for her hips, and Lup throw back her head to laugh, already finding her rhythm with the music.

A rhythm that absolutely keeps her body pressed right up against to his.

It isn't long with the music thumping in her ears and Barry's tight hold on her before Lup realizes just how far she's fallen. Because then he's pulling her even closer, teasing in that voice that gets her every single time.]

Fuck, Barry--

[Suddenly, it isn't just her breath he's feeling on his lips. Lup reaches up without hesitation, warm hands scrabbling for Barry's face, so she can tug him in for kiss. No peck of her lips against his, no playful brush of their mouths together. This is a kiss months in the making, made intense from all of the longing during their separation, from the lonely nights spent apart, from Barry's tinny voice over the phone saying she sounds so good when she touches herself.

Lup doesn't let go, doesn't dare pull away, even if they've stopped dancing right in the middle of the crowd.]

[barold]

[Barry does indeed want to take another hit. He reaches for the joint, fingers a little shaky and slow, but he finally manages to grasp it without a) losing it, or b) hurting anybody. Success!]

Th-That was you guys? Th'Rockport Limited Incident?

[Taking a hit, Barry lets it sit for as long as he dares before letting the smoke billow from his mouth.]

I heard about that from some necromancer buddies planetside. O-Of course that was you knuckleheads. [He starts giggling. Quiet at first.] I mean, I figured it might've been you lot, b-but I didn't wanna ask.

How'd y'make it go into nonexistence, anyway? Blink? Rope Trick? W-Wait… [His face darkens, furrowing with concentration. It's been a long time since Barry Bluejeans has thought this hard.] That wouldn't work...

[pocketspa]

[He's gonna spend this whole conversation laughing, he's absolutely sure. Taako waves his hands a bit in a comical imitation of Barry's voice, except dialed way more into the Lucas Miller type of nerd.]

The Incident. Oh my gods.

[He leans forward though, excitedly gesturing with his hands.]

No, so it was like-- so the guy going after the relic had a wand charged with a spell that essentially created portals to other places. Except they weren't really in the place? It was super temporary teleportation. So I stole it from him and cast it on the big arch on the way in, bing bang boom, train into another place. Except when we closed it it stopped existing like, everywhere. Soooo. Gonezo.

[He leans back, taking a swig from his drink.]

Naturally, Merle left his fucking stuff in there, like a moron. Oh, Magnus also ran on the side of that. Aaaaaand chaboy got like a sweet thousand gold off of everybody's stuff. It was choice.

[barold]

[Lup latches on to him, hands grabbing his face, lips pressing against his in a crushing, intense kiss, and Barry is just gone.

He’s only vaguely aware that they’ve completely stopped dancing. His hands, made bold and possessive by the longing and the alcohol, pull Lup as close as she’ll get, bent over him as they kiss. God, how he’s dreamt about this. How he’s fantasized about feeling her lips on his again, her gorgeous body pressed so close, feeling her heart pounding in tandem with his. The taste of her is intoxicating, making his head spin - though that might be because he’s forgetting to breathe.

All he cares about is her. Breathing her, feeling her, touching her, one trembling hand tangling in her short hair while the other reaches past her hips to fondle her ass. Their tongues meet between their lips in rushed, heated, messy slides. Barry’s moaning into the kiss, his glasses crooked, his knees weak. This is so public.

He doesn’t care. He just. wants. her.]

[restinglichface]

[It's only because of the crowd around them, the very constant and physical reminder they aren't completely alone, that keeps Lup from dragging Barry to the floor right then and there. Though between the intensity of his kiss and the hungry way he gropes her ass, was there ever really a chance of things not progressing? She's been so desperate for this for months now, longing to feel close to him, to fit their lives back into place next to one another. To have Barry right there with her.

Sure, she's been crazy horny too, but this is so much more than just a need to get dicked down immediately. This is about Barry, about them, about throwing their mistakes behind them and being together again finally.]

Back room? [Lup purrs against his mouth, teeth nipping at his bottom lip. Her voice may be soft against the booming music around them, but Barry wouldn't have any trouble knowing exactly what she's suggesting. A little making out in the back room, maybe a quickie if he doesn't chicken out, and then she will want to drag him back out for a real dance, so she can stay in his arms the whole night.]

[barold]

[Trying to follow along was, admittedly, a futile effort from the get go. In Barry's state? Yeah, he has no idea what Taako is even saying anymore. Arch, spell storing, un-existence, bing bang boom, cool cool cool.

He's sure there was a point in there somewhere.]

Sounds like a whole lot.

[Barry sighs deeply, letting his head fall back as the waves of drowsy tingles hit him, weighing down his body.] Man, tryin' t'keep track of you guys down there was a hassle'n' a half, I tell ya. Not even just... just gettin' up to th'moon, but-- but finding you planetside? Stirrin' up trouble all over th'map, th'three of you.