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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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► 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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"Don't apologize. That is exactly the kind of information I was looking for. Do you know anything about their individual behaviors? I presume Hope would be friendlier for instance, but perhaps there are areas where Fear shines as well."

Kelson mulled over this in his mind, he wasn't sure he wanted anything particular, besides gaining information on why certain things were chosen, such as housing design, gaining more knowledge regarding how they thought and acted, hierarchy and decision making.

"Hope seems like he might actually care a little bit about us, at least, if that's what you mean. Some of the others seem like they could take it or leave it." After feeding on as much of their emotions that they could get, of course.

"I'm not honestly sure what kinds of deals Fear would make and I can't think of any circumstances I'd approach him under, but I'm sure there must be something. At least it looks like they've always followed through on their deals."

「What kind of trap card is that, buddy? He meets that smirk with one of his own, a far less gentle one than the one he's always given him.」

Hah... You keep making it about yourself. I have news for you, Kaiba. The world does not gravitate around you. Correct me if I'm wrong but... It's you who were looking to settle that score, weren't you?

「You're but another little planet.」

So... Why are you still standing there?

Kelson could not often say the same. He distinctly remembered times coming in after practice and his aunt Meraude scowling at the hoarde of men and teenagers smelling like sweat and horses and refusing to have dinner or court with any of them until they marched upstairs for baths. He supposed it was only polite if a bit annoying.

As for fitting in, Kelson had tried a little of both the past few days and while he was being discrete about his magic and Deryni heritage, king was not something he was hiding terribly. In part because he wasn't sure what would become of his crown if he left it on his bed. Without any ability to shield objects from theft, well, he didn't trust you all.

"Quite. This is much better than the food previously. As for my attire, this is what I was wearing at court," Kelson laughed softly, "depending on the feast and occasion my attire would change somewhat."

The king believed in changing his crown and clothing to suit the occasion, whether it was fine court silks or rustic border leathers, as well as the emotion he was projecting. Unfortunately for now, his clothing choices were rather limited. And he wasn't exactly comfortable with jeans.

[He stands there, meeting his stare. this wasn't a duel, so why did it feel like his life points had just hit zero. There was nothing he could say to that. No more trap cards. No more attacks. Just the need to leave with the scraps of his dignity so he could battle another day.]

Hmpf. There is nothing for me here.

[His coat flares out dramatically behind him as he turns around to leave. ]

Don't contact me again if you're not in a fit state to duel. There's nothing else I need from you.

「There is a hot second in which Atem's smirk intensifies into something more cruel, a brief glimpse of ghost of his past taking over before Kaiba speaks again. And then, hopefully the CEO will not see the hurt in those eyes as he turns.

He doesn't need him, he hates him...
Only Seto Kaiba could send him into this disarray of mixed feelings of self doubt, pity and anger.

He sees him turning, leaving... He goes for a desperate attempt of just making him stay」

Haha... Aren't you tired, Kaiba? Always running away form your past, from who you are! And for what?! Just tell me, how has that worked for you so far?!

「Hmm, sharing a living space for a few months with the Spirit of the Ring might have rubbed on him in the end, or maybe he's always been like this... Bakura was onto him from the beginning, we are not so different, you and I. There he goes again, grabbing another glass of wine. What's the absolute worst that it could happen now anyway? He hates him... Why not give him a real reason to do so?」

Edited 2018-04-20 19:19 (UTC)

I'd hope not. It's hard to dance on cold feet.

[Hah! She made a funny, see.

There is, at least, enough room for even a crowd not to seem too crowded. It's only at times like this that Julie realises just how many people live here.

The music right now is slow, so she plants Whistler's hands on her hips.] Here. And... [And her own lift up, fingers loosely holding together behind his neck.]

We can start easy.

My enjoyment of good coffee has never required thirst in order to be present. [Ignis tells her, smiling faint and warm in amusement at her question. He glances at the drink in his hand. How many of them has he had so far?

Probably too many. Normal people would be rattling their skeletons clean out of their bodies with how much caffeine is in his system at the moment.]

It's a particular brand from my world. My personal favourite.

Coffee.

[The reply is mild, not at all guarded in the way that one might expect someone to respond when the answer is something so simple. Ignis considers, then clarifies--]

Good coffee. I dare say the best.

[Whistler breathes in a low, slow drag of breath and gives a shy nod before trying to follow her instructions. His hands are tense where they rest at her hips but to his own surprise he finds the hands behind his neck calming]

Dunno if I'd call this 'easy'

[He half-laughs]

Might be a bit easier if you were a little taller

[He adds in a tease]

I don't mind it so much but I was hoping maybe for something more beef-like and ideally covered with cheese.

[He's angling for a cheeseburger, essentially. But he's grateful to have someone helping him to navigate this]

Lady, buy him a drink before you tell him how ballsy he is.

Her assumption about his personal preferences isn't wrong - Nate does love a woman who can throw a mean right hook, or chuck him out a five-story window - but he's happily married to a girl he's sure is getting her booze on somewhere nearby. Elena's liver is a lot smaller than his, and he anticipates having to carry her later.

"It's behind you, actually." Nate points with his coffee to a straw-wrapped bottle on the table, a few feet back. He kind of expected a limited supply of the stuff, but Hope seems to be pulling out all the stops tonight. It almost makes Nate feel bad for smuggling a tiny, formerly Null-affiliated robot to safety.

He raises his eyebrows, an expression intended to be encouraging.

"Help yourself. I'd hate to not return the favor."

Show-off. [Ignis murmurs softly around a smile, his fingers curled around his elbows as he watches the horizon. For a few moments, he doesn't turn to look at her, and when he does it's only to check her location so he can idly put an arm around her back.]

Hi.

[And that's that for the greeting, aside from a light kiss pressed to the side of her head as he pulls her against him. It's casual and comfortable, and he rubs his thumb against the back of her shoulder, leaning only the smallest fraction of his weight against her... but doing so all the same.]

Uh, yeah. Those would be the main obstacles here.

[He shifts his weight from one foot to the other awkwardly]

So...I...guess the shaving should be first, right?

Serah Farron. ( Warmth comes easily to her, too, especially when the city seems so relaxed and so much cleaner than she's ever seen it. ) How long have you been here?

A pepper?

[He reaches forward to take one, feeling it in his palm]

You didn't want a double chocolate cake or deep dish pizza or something?

She catches a glimpse of that wedding ring, in fact, when he points to the drink. Not that it really matters to her, but it's interesting. Something to keep in mind. Chances are good his partner isn't here. Chances are also good, knowing what she knows about men, that it doesn't matter much either way.

But Caedra follows the point to the bottle, and eyes it curiously. "Never heard of that," she comments, and empties the last sip of coffee into her mouth so she can pour a bit of the drink into her cup. "Sugar cane - so it's like rum, then?"

( A nod. They're exactly like cacti, except a bit more... violent. In comparison to the other pastries on the plate, that one represents newer memories. Life on Pulse, with everyone coming together and walking on the beach with Snow. )

The hunters say they're very hard to catch.

( Despite the confusion of last month's flu, Serah remembers the words Rita uttered, about the virus, about being a zombie. How can someone forget something like that? Her mouth opens in a small o, the sound barely louder than a breath, and closes.

The taste of flan caramel, hm. ) Yeah. They use the sweetest part of the flans.

( And most non-poisonous part. )

[Ignis can't quite help the laugh that escapes him at the question.]

Had I this kind of power, I wouldn't have waited this long to use it. [After all, how long had they spent stepping over rubble and unable to use half of the buildings in the city? Too long, by Ignis' measure.]

We should step out of the way.

( Since she came here, the food has been... well. Not the nicest. Serah wouldn't dare complain, but the taste of things at the feast has certainly thrown into focus how bland the food she's had up to this point is. It's certainly made the day more than pleasant, even if the memories that come up when the scent and taste fill her lungs and mouth remind her of the fact she's here without any of her loved ones.

But that's... okay. She has others here who are just as kind and friendly, like Curufin himself. )

Sure.

( She doesn't drink often, barely more than a glass or two at celebrations, but this is a kind of celebration. So she takes a glass and a sip, and it tastes nothing like the kind of wines she's grown accustomed to on Pulse.

But that might be a good thing. ) Wow. It's delicious.

( Wow Rosen, live a little. But there's more for her, she supposes. )

... Okay.

( There's a brief pause while she glances at the foods next to them. Aside from pastries, there's all sorts of things. Many she doesn't even recognise.

And a whole lot of salad. )

Having fun?

( But she has nothing against small talk. )

( The smallest things can make the biggest difference, as is more than proven by how relaxed and happy everyone she's seen today seems. It's especially nice to see friendly faces such as Luna here, putting Serah at ease in a way she's not fully felt since coming down with that awful flu a few weeks ago. )

I know what you mean. ( She agrees with a smile. Serah had very nearly ended up trying the cheese fondue but these pastries caught her eye with their familiar decorations, exactly like the bakery she used to go to in Bodhum. But there's a pretty cute looking chocobo-shaped cake on the table too.

Man, this is gonna wreck her teeth. )

What flavours do you like?

Uh... yeah.

[Not really, but 'are you okay' is one of those questions that so rarely demands a real answer. Julie shrugs it off with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.]

Earthquakes, rocks moving, magical building reconstruction... Just another day in Hadriel, I guess.

[Julie snickers.]

Yeah, that's part of the fun of it.

[And then there's the fun of just... having fun while you're drunk, and not giving a damn about what people think of you while you're doing it.]

If I can find it, do you want to play?

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