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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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Please

[He smiles and nods, lifting the plate once more]

Ah. No, but thank you

[Rosen offers a small smile, but raises a hand in decline. Pastries are not exactly on his pre-approved list of healthy foods]

Well, for starters they require you to make attempts at social engagement

[Rosen half smirks, casting an eye around the room]

Hopefully Seel would be back on his feet soon, but then again, there was the possibility that Seel would pretend and relapse. Most likely it was a work in progress, getting him to find a good middle ground. It was fourty five years of pain after all. That was hard to get over in one fell swoop.

He shook his head. "I'm not that hungry, but if you are...?"It was probably a testament to how much Seel was not feeling himself that he was trying to let Swift make more of the decisions. He wasn't even able to finish some of his own sentences.

i.

( Gods does Ichiji need some alcohol — and a lot of it. He doesn't let himself get utterly trashed often; this is due, in part, to his incredibly high alcohol tolerance.

He's had a hell of a time here already; some of the rubble just flying through the air clipped him on the arm and he hasn't quite been able to get said arm back in place proper. Back home, he's always needed a hydraulic press to get his metallic exoskeleton back in place should it be rendered bent.

It's not even terribly noticeable, but he's vain. And he's not sure how to go about it — fuck it if he'll ask for help. He'll just ask for direction, but not before he attempts to get utterly tanked.

Cue drinking copious amounts of beer. Quickly, too, just slamming it back, drink after drink after drink, and it hardly seems to affect him. Someone help. )

ii.

( that's ... about all i got for this, but please come to my plurk or PM me if you'd like to plot or discuss anything! )

.......fine...choice....?

[Rosen is just going to stare between you and the carcass oddly]

"Oh, do you!" she replies, her teasing tone taking on a more sarcastic bent, though nothing outright malicious. Not yet. She's enjoying herself, damnit, and she hopes to keep having a pleasant night despite these people. Some of them seem to want to make that very difficult.

"See, a lot of people seem to be under that impression right now," she continues. "What with everyone warning everyone else about the terrible woman with her black eyes. Suddenly, everyone knows everything about me and how I should be avoided at all costs. So if you've seen all that then I have to ask: what sort of person sees that and comes for a cup of coffee?"

Probably to see if she's as scary as they all make her out to be, or some sort of know-your-enemy thing. But she'll let him answer that for himself.

I was never on fire, but, then, you might have seen that if you hadn't been in such a hurry to litter our floors with broken glass.

[ This is all in good fun, right? Right. She takes a draw from her goblet, opting not to mention that she'd started at least two fires in her lifetime that might have counted as 'lighting herself on fire' were she any other person. ]

I suppose you left it that way without an offer of repairing the damage because you thought it might encourage the airing out of the place?

Nate supposes that I know your name, and I know you used blood to rend some sort of hole in space-time to cause mass chaos, and I know that you're currently about as physically vulnerable as I am isn't the wisest of retorts, given the occasion. She's so much smaller in person, but Nate would never hold twelve inches against her. He's had his ass handed to him plenty of times by women half his size.

He shifts, free hand in his pocket, allowing her the opportunity to voice her mild frustration for the circumstances she created. The saccharine-sweet edges of Caedra's tone suggest he isn't the first to say something to this effect this evening, and that while she is presently indulging shenanigans she may not for much longer.

Nate blinks at her with wide, affronted eyes over his drink, taking another slow sip.

"A guy who wanted some coffee."

Yes? [It belatedly occurs to him how that might have come across.] Don't worry, I'm fine.

[He refills his glass and takes another swallow.] Sercemna. I knew I recognized it, they must have pulled the memory from our heads....

[He sends a sour look in the direction of the nearest temple.]

I'm not particularly fond of sweets, but I'm willing to try - do you mind if I cut one in half?

[Rosewater. She remembers the scent of it, one of those phantom memories from another lifetime. A scene comes unbidden, of little dollops of muhallebi tucked away in broken pastry shells, treats her mother stole away for her from the kitchens of a Tocharan noble.

But that - that was someone else's life. A thing she barely has any connection to now.]

She nods a little at his answer, at the sheer audacity of it, because she knows people and she knows when they're playing dumb. Caedra, of course, has no idea what Nate's role in all of this is - maybe he just likes dangerous women. Some men are really into that sort of thing.

"Right. Of course. I'm sure that's all. But me giving away my coffee for free isn't fair, now is it? When do I get some of your alcohol?"

Which - she doesn't expect he'll actually deliver, or maybe he'll run off under the pretense of fetching it and not come back. If he does, though, she knows now that she has to go easy, because getting tipsy on booze happens a lot faster now than it once did. Fuck the gods, really.

For the briefest moment Atem seems taken aback, did he really offend her? It takes him another second to remember, she always teases...

"Sit with me, then, I'm not moving until these are all gone..." Junk food, Seth would call it. His favorite anyway. It was a wonder the small Pharaoh wasn't a little round little king instead.

He had once asked Ravine if she didn't miss being alive, he will not ask again but there is some slight awareness of the fact he's being a total pig while she just observes. He was like her for so long, he can say he did miss it. It was strange to get used to it again, that much he can tell.

"Did you ever have a favorite food?" Surely that is not too tactless to ask, given both her childhood and her current state, but he's a little curious and hard to ignore since the topic of the feat was just that.

"I'm not going to get into the philosophy. Just go with 'they're bigger than us so they get run of the playground' for now." That was a far less complicated way of thinking about it if nothing else. And really a dinner party was not the best time to be talking about whether or not God existed.

"I guess they do listen as long as you're polite and I haven't heard about any smitings lately so you might be okay. They'll probably ask for something in return for helping, though."

[Elena's not, like, a total hedonist, but she has her moments, and those moments definitely occur after a period of relative deprivation when indulgence has not just been granted permission but has in fact been encouraged. So she's having a moment now.

She's enjoying the effects of a few drinks now.

Whenever Nate pauses, he may or may not be surprised by a pair of arms that wind around his waist from behind.]

There's no music. How am I supposed to get you to come dance with me?

[Oh yeah, she's definitely drunk.]

earlier;

[It's not like they've been on starvation rations all this time. Elena's not a glutton and can go without treats for a time, even if she really misses her favorite take-out places from back home, or even the products available before the city shifted. It probably helps that she's a smaller person and doesn't need as much fuel.

But the feast is awesome and she will absolutely partake in everything. She fills up a plate with samples from many different tables. Turning around once it's full, she very nearly bumps into whoever was coming up behind her, almost upending the whole thing.]

Whoops, sorry about that. [Sheepishly—] Don't judge, I'm really hungry.

later;

[So she's had a few drinks. Some of them were strong. Elena is feeling no pain.

She tried to pace herself earlier, matching cocktails with food so she wouldn't get totally blitzed on an empty stomach, buuuuut she's managed to get a little carried away. When that happens, Elena Fisher is a giggly drunk. A happy grin is practically plastered to her face, and she's liable to greet those she knows and likes with a warm hug, even if hugging isn't something the usually do.]

Hey, it's so good to see you! Isn't this great? I love this. I didn't spill on you, did I?

[She's also not above party games, although in light of her current state of inebriation, that doesn't mean she's good at them. By now it doesn't matter whether they're acquainted or not; everyone's a friend at a party, right?]

Okay, can you show me how to do this? Because I can't do this. I'm really bad at this.

[Elena will generally be around and mingling like a tipsy ray of sunshine! Feel free to set up any kind of encounter they might have at the feast instead of sticking to the above.

Tch. No complaints there. [She's not sure she'd know how not to lead. A strong mind like hers doesn't lend itself well to being led.

Julie takes a firmer hold of his hand and with the other, gently divests him of his cane.] Won't need that. [She tells him, her eyes on his face to take measure of his reaction.]

Okay?

Swift tried not to look too worried about that as he slid into his seat and pulled Seel toward one of his own. Maybe it was bad timing for a party after all. He didn't let go of Seel's hand, either, guessing that he'd probably panic if he couldn't hold on to Swift. Besides, it wasn't as if there was a reason to let go.

"I'm alright. Have you eaten anything today?" Ag, he sounded like a parent, but the longer this went the more worried he was that bringing Seel was maybe a bad idea to begin with and he's just convinced himself it would help.

[It actually makes him laugh despite his nervousness. Of course she'd want to lead. He should have known]

You, uh, you ever done this kind of thing before?

[He lets her take the cane without protest, though it feels weird not to have it.]

Uhh, no. Not exactly. But you asked, so no take-backs.

[The cane is placed beside her drink on the table. Behind them, no one really seems to care what they're up to, and who might be dancing or how.]

I hope you're not expecting a waltz.

[That wins a full grin and Whistler tightens his grip on her hands]

If I was going to take it back, I wouldn't have asked.

[He steps a little bit closer]

So lead the way, Jules.

[everybody needs love. unfortunately, that doesn't mean that you're going to get it. Laura got something close with Bobby Briggs, but she messed that up the way she always does. every other man (and woman) just wanted to fuck the Homecoming Queen. she's tired of that. she doesn't need to be that Laura in this place. granted, she's still in the process of deciding what kind of Laura she wants to be]

I'll have to try it. I've never heard of eating peacocks before.

[she takes a couple of bites, chews, and swallows] That's really good! [she gives him a teasing smile] Food fit for a king.

[she eyes her own plate]

That? Oh, it's fried chicken, french fries, cole slaw, and an ear of corn. [she points to each of them as she names them. And they've got strawberry shortcake for dessert. One of the fake gods must really like me.

the 14th -- Earthquake

[ Curufin has sneaked out of the Elfhouse while his kin are elsewhere, leaving a note for them so that they at least will know where he's going. They won't like it that he's wandering around the city before he's completely healed from the injuries he got while fighting Caedra's Vrocks, but he can't stand the inactivity. It's driving him crazy. He's tried working on small projects at home, but he misses the heat and the racket and the physical exertion of the forge. Naturally, he could use the small facility they've built near the house, but that's too close. Somebody would be bound to hear the hammering and come out and scold him back in. So he starts south across the city to the other forge, the one that he and Celebrimbor maintain under the eaves of the woods near the river.

But long before he gets there, the ground suddenly trembles. He stops, feeling the energy coming up through the earth into his feet, and it is exhilarating! Then earth heaves violently, and all the buildings ruined by the Null suddenly explode. The debris seems to float in the air, descending far too slowly for the size and weight of some of the pieces. When it reaches the ground, it reassembles itself into. . . . new buildings??? Curufin is left standing in the street gazing in astonishment. ]

Now, there's a construction method I've never tried. [ Bright, mischievous smile. ]

the 19th -- Feast or famine? Hmm, I think I'll take the first

[ Curufin wanders around the tables, wondering at the sheer profusion of dishes. They seem to come from every century of every world. He's a little bit suspicious. What if this is a way of getting the Hadrielites to consume some sort of poisonous essence that will give them nightmares, visions, unknown illnesses? But Fear has been fed recently, and so most likely that's not it. Maybe this is more sustenance for Hope.

He tries a little of this and a little of that. None of it seems to make him sick, and it all tastes good. Inevitably, he finds a decanter of whisky whose color, scent, and taste are strangely familiar. No wonder! It's his own East Beleriand hooch! And right beside it are a couple of bottles of that fine wine from the southern part of Ossiriand, where the Wood-elven inhabitants grew the most delicious grapes and distilled an incomparable beverage. He tastes both, the fiery liquor of the north and the gentle, sweet wine of the south. ]

This is making me positively nostalgic. [ For what? Blood and destruction? For those brief happy times when no battles were raging and he and his family had time to build, to create, to celebrate? Maybe. . . both. ] Try some? [ Offering a glass to you. ]

Edited 2018-04-18 22:37 (UTC)

That expression alone gets an honest laugh from Ravine. Of course, she could come and go whenever she wanted, and Atem would be none the wiser. But she figures this is a social event, so... it can't hurt to be a little social, even without participating.

"Very well, I'll get comfortable then." Ravine grins as she crosses one leg over the other, hands linked over her knee. That sentence alone is almost a joke in itself, given that she doesn't feel much of anything, let alone comfort and discomfort.

She stops to think about his question. It has been so long that she can hardly recall everything she used to eat as a child, but...

"Our meals in Jerusalem were pretty modest, nothing much beyond bread and onions if we were fortunate that day." She pauses again, brown eyes turned upward in thought. "But when many of us were taken to Babylon... I recall the stew and rich meats they had, and their beer..."

Fuck yes, Babylonian beer.

Yehudit may have been a terrible example of her people. But she was not like the noble men who were taken captive from Jerusalem, and as such cared little about what her role was supposed to be.

I wouldn't go as far as to say that. [He returns the laughter as he places the glass back down at her table. He gives his upper lip and row of teeth a quick lick, as if to savor the taste of wine.] I'm sure it could be much worse. It just happens I'm not too used to drinks like these.

[Taking the question as sign of welcome he moves even closer to her, around the table to stand next to her.] Quite! I don't remember when was last time I saw this much food in one place. It's like a spectacle.

You seem to have enjoyed yourself too, miss.

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