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

[toiletseat_girl]

[she laughs and says ruefully]

Problem is, most people here already seem to be paired up. So stealing a squeeze would be a bad idea.

[she brightens up considerably with her next words. she can't get drunk--or at least not easily--and she has a hard time letting go of her fears of what people think of her, but. maybe she can work on that?]

Yeah, sure. I mean, why not?

[restinglichface]

[Normally, Lup would have planned a late, but stunning entrance into this party with her twin, something unforgettable and big, but the woman's excitement at seeing Barry again sparks something within her that she arrives right on time, unable to waste even a second of the time she's given with him.

So by the time that Barry arrives, Lup is already there, looking flawless in midriff-baring dress, her cropped hair perfectly styled around her face, just the slightest touch of sparkle in her every movement. Not enough to be blinding, but just enough to be eye-catching. Because that's what she's wants more than anything tonight, to have Barry's eyes all for herself.

When she catches his eye across the way, there's no hiding the excitement in her smile or the way her expression brightens at the sight of him. Normally, Lup wouldn't even hesitate throwing herself at the man or jumping onto his back in elated greeting, but as much as she wants for things to already be back to normal for them, they still have a little ways to go. And to Lup's credit, she's been patient with him, trying to stick to doing things his way, to how he needs them. Two months apart is maddening, but she's trying. For him.]

Hey, handsome. [She slides up to him with ease, a hand falling against his arm. She wants to hug him, but is that too much?

Is anything really too much after their little sexting session a week earlier?]

Someone sure cleans up well.

later

[toiletseat_girl]

[don't feel bad, George just finished polishing off a gallon jug of mimomas. of course Reaper metabolism being what it is, she's barely buzzed and would require yet another gallon jug of mimosas (or something stronger) to get her drunk. but she remembers Elena from the punching lessons (which were useful, thanks) and figures she might as well play along. after all, what's the worse thing that can happen?

there is a beer pong setup on one of the tables]

Okay, I think the way it works is that you throw one of the ping-pong balls at the cups of beer. And if it lands in a cup, you drink the beer. Then, it's my turn.

[hot_mes]

Neither is walking out in the open, but that's my choice, I guess.

[Yeah, hi]

I hadn't seen you since the clinic.

[hot_mes]

[Deep breaths, Atem.]

...what is it?

[it looks vaguely bread-like, you know how he feels about bread]

[puzzlingly]

「He does not.」

Falafels.

「That doesn't say anything does it?」

I used to have these all the time back home.

「He's a fat kid inside. That also keeps saying nothing.」

[abyssalarcana]

[Okay what? She blinks in confusion, then brushes hair away from her face, it having been disturbed by her abrupt turn.]

No, you haven't, but - what do you mean, walking in the open isn't good for your health?

[Because boy you look in good health to her but your attitude is the most confusing.]

ii.

[outofthefire]

[other than her unfortunate run-in with the demon earlier in the night, Laura's been enjoying herself. she's wearing a little black dress and toting around a plate with half of a fried chicken, french fries, cole slaw, and an ear of corn in one hand, a glass of high quality German beer in the other.

she sees Barry looking in much better spirits than he was in when she saw him last and heads right on over to him. she sniffs at the stew he's paying attention to and it smells delicious. she's almost jealous, but she'll stick with her fried chicken for now]

Hey, Barry. How're you doing?

[unheeled]

The snack that fights back: wasabi dip.

That... sounds fake. But then again, so did zombies until Rita saw one for the first time. Maybe people do have souls. Except her dad. He's an asshole.

With her back against a metaphorical wall here regarding her zombiedom, Rita almost panics (a true rarity) and says the first thing that comes to mind when Caedra insists on trading food. Then she mentions the Romero rage, and Rita finds an out.

"No, sorry." She doesn't sound sorry, and she doesn't look it as she dips another dumpling in wasabi. "These are specially made to keep me ready to rage out at any time. I guess you could call it my survival instinct, enhanced."

That said, she pops the dumpling in her mouth and makes a show of savoring it. Sweet, sweet brains. Thanks, Hope.

[hot_mes]

[THAT ANSWERS NOTHING well no it is technically an answer, and correct. It just doesn't help him decide if he wants to try it]

What's it made out of?

[unheeled]

Bad? Your taste buds must be too burnt to enjoy them.

[Says the zombie, whose taste buds are dead.]

I'm impressed you could handle something so hot. Not everyone can.[Rita oh my god stop flirting like a garbage can.] I'm Rita.

[hot_mes]

It's...a long story, never mind.

[though, the way he does occasionally scan the room even while trying to hold a conversation speaks of a hunted man]

I just wanted to see if you've recovered.

[abyssalarcana]

[It's actually flattering that he cared enough to check up on her. Even a demon can appreciate the usefulness of a talented healer or doctor or whatever it is he calls himself. She shrugs, but all sense of anger at his sudden appearance seems to fade - she even smiles a little.]

Yes. Thankfully it was just as temporary for me as it seems it was for everyone else. Did you ever find out more about the illness?

[She's been here long enough now to pin the blame for most things on those who aren't actually gods but insist on using that title - but she's still curious as to the exact nature of their powers.]

[dreamsallotted]

Seel took up his plate and nodded, picking at some food. He supposed Swift was right, at the very least, he needed to eat. He managed a few bites half heartedly before looking up at Swift.

"Are you going to eat anything?" Or was he going to watch him eat? It kind of made him feel like even more of a harling, but he also supposed he deserved it because he was acting like one. He forced himself to take a few more bites.

"I'm sorry. I just feel....floaty." Maybe it was the lack of food and stress.

[hot_mes]

[he has to shake his head, it's as if admitting failure actually hurts]

At some point I also lost my head, that cut any research short. There was no point, though - I'm certain it was caused by our captors. If I hadn't been compromised I would have realized it sooner.

[abyssalarcana]

Ah, well. They certainly seem to find all sorts of ways to make people miserable here! Should probably just get rid of them all, really.

[She grins. She's teasing. Only because she's sure others have tried and failed and it isn't an easy thing to do though.]

Hopefully this isn't part of one of those wretched plans. What treats did they provide for you, hm?

[hot_mes]

[yeah, uh uh - he takes the joke with a deadpan. No massacres until they have a way home.]

Ah...onigiri, actually. I haven't had it made properly since I came here, the rice isn't right. You were the, uh...

[he gestures vaguely to the soul larvae, not wanting to just call them worms but good god demon girl what you got there]

[unheeled]

[Good because she's so not in the mood to repeat herself where half the city can hear and possibly come after her.]

I used to like flan.

[...you two aren't on the same page here, Serah.]

[abyssalarcana]

There are a lot of emotions barely touching that woman's face, that's for certain, but it seems to resolve quickly. Well, everyone has their secrets after all. Caedra isn't quite sure how much she believes the explanation to be the full one, but - it's enticing, if true, and she eyes the dumplings with renewed interest. Raw physical strength, something that Rita absolutely displayed in spades during their earlier encounter, is exciting.

"Well! Then I can see why you want them to yourself. I've seen warriors experience intense rampages like that plenty of times, you know. Charging forward, tearing limb from limb, it must be such a rush for you."

She says it like she thirsts for it - and she does. The blood and violence she imagines in the moment strikes that deepest of chords within her. If she hadn't been shown that taste of what the gods could do to her, this whole feast would have been a charred heap of bodies and gore, she's quite certain. She can picture it well.

[abyssalarcana]

[She turns to look at where he points and nods, grinning as she returns her gaze to Law]

Soul larvae! Yes, they either wanted to insult me by having them all dead, or - I guess they didn't really want the destruction of these people entirely on their hands. You should try one! They're better alive, but they're still pretty good.

[Not that she expects him to accept so she tilts her head toward the carafe which - okay there's probably not a lot of coffee left in there at this point, she's had plenty but she's also noticed people sneaking from it here and there. The love of that bitter drink sure is universal.]

Or there's coffee. What is onigiri?

[toiletseat_girl]

[huh. here's a face she hasn't seen for a while.

a while a while. as in Null-invasion-while.

might as well say hi.

and she's so not paying attention to his food. she's got her own plate of waffles with butter and blueberry syrup and scrambled eggs with a gallon jug of mimosas. which she takes a swig of. it's fucking delicious and there's more where that came from]

Hey. Having fun?

[swiftlet]

"I will." Once he was sure Seel had at least tried to eat something. He had one panic-filled moment when he was reminded of Azriel but at least Seel could still speak. He took a deep breath and tried to keep smiling for him, hoping he was too distracted to notice.

"Don't be sorry. It's alright. Just try to breathe. Hold on to me if you have to." He wouldn't object to holding hands. Or getting even closer. "Give it a bit longer for me? Then we can leave."

[dreamsallotted]

Ag he felt like such a child. Still he nodded obediently and took a few deep breaths, and then some sheh as if the alcohol would help ground him. He offered Swift his hand, wanting the closeness too, keeping his other hand obediently around his fork as he took another bite.

Pretending was so much easier.

"I'm not being a very good consort am I?" Seel rallied a little, and gave Swift a smile, pretending. So much easier.

[hot_mes]

Coffee...

[and for a second there's some spark of life in him - Law hasn't had proper coffee since Sorrow died and took the coffee cart with him. He looks almost incredulous that such a thing should be offered.]

...maybe I'll have a cup. [and so he does! He'll notice eventually just how many people love coffee and have to sample it all. And then be up all night.] Onigiri is rice, lightly salted, formed into a portable ball with seaweed wrapping. Usually has something inside. They gave me spicy tuna, I can't complain.

[bythewaves]

It's alright to be afraid.

[ Maglor says softly ]

All we can do is try, and hope.