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

[abyssalarcana]

"I'm asking you," she says. "You put up a good fight. I've been trained by the best and I've had lots of time to practice my skills, but I could definitely tell you're able to hold your own in a fair match. So, how many? No need to be modest."

Caedra wouldn't consider their encounter a fair fight. Rita is strong, but without spellcasting it's just too hard to evenly match Caedra's abilities. Still, Rita does probably have endurance going for her since the casting is pretty draining and she can only do so much of it.

Not that it matters too much either way, but sizing people up and evaluating their strengths and weaknesses is just good practice. You never now who will turn on you next.

Washington | OTA

[hardwearing]

[ feast! ]

[ This is Wash's first Hadriel party, and honestly it's a pretty good one. He's never been one to complain about the quality of food here, as someone who's lived off survival rations and MREs for good stretches of his life. And especially considering how scarce everything was the past few months with Hope recovering. But real food? Everyone's favorite things from home, at that? He's not missing out, and wants to try everything. His plate is loaded with samples from random tables by the time he finds his own -- he probably wouldn't even have noticed it, honestly, nothing particularly stands out except that the beverage of choice isn't booze but an energy drink he used to love back when he could get it. And instead of regular straws attached to the packs, there are loopy yellow crazy straws.

Definitely meant for him. He snags them immediately, dropping a straw into the glass he was already carrying and drinking through that instead. If anyone wants to comment on the grown man unironically using a crazy straw, be his guest. Or on the fact that he's claimed the whole cluster of bananas from the fruit bowl for later. Or you could just complain that he's poking at your table curiously. Go nuts. ]

[atravellerwithabow]

[Nil's reaction to her sudden presence is instantaneous, but slightly dulled by the lack of any sensation of being in immediate danger. He has a hand on his knife, the hilt loosed, but he doesn't draw it.]

Then I'm making it just as obvious as I intended. [The man drawls out in a low voice, tilting his head to cast his gaze sidelong at her. He drops his hand from his weapon, and loosely folds his arms instead.]

Gatherings like these make people careless.

[atravellerwithabow]

[Nil lets out a quiet scoff. He heard the man coming (luckily enough, since it's never wise to startle him), and only glances briefly at what he's choosing to eat.

He's eaten raw meat before. Sometimes such things are necessary.]

I know nothing about it. Which is why I'm here, and not there.

ii

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail glances at the familiar face and smiles, then notices his platter. She has a plate of her own, though hers holds a large variety of foods.]

Hey big eyes. [She gestures to his platter] Looks good. Made with chick peas, right? Do you have tahini sauce and hummus to go with them?

[toiletseat_girl]

Yeah? What year? For me, it was 2003. And, surveillance? Are you a private eye or something?

[she toasts back and takes a swig out of her jug]

I think so? If I can do it and there's no magic where I'm from either, I can't see why you wouldn't be able to if you wanted to.

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[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail frowns as she the guy passes her and she watches the food being tossed in the trash. As much as hates food being wasted, she knows very well how certain foods can trigger traumatic memories. She's always careful to avoid eating anything that'll remind her of what her father fed to her and her mother. She approaches the guy slowly.]

Hey. Are you okay? Do you want some water? Or some mints?

[roseofthetyrells]

She sounds very interesting. I wish I could meet her.

My world seems so small and mean compared to yours. In my world, it seems as though only the cruel survive and no one is blessed by anything. And entire noble houses can be wiped out with impunity.

[braveoff]

I'm from 2016. And no, not exactly... it's kind of a long story.

[ He used to be keeping it a secret here, probably still should considering Rita showed up, but. It doesn't seem like that big a deal anymore. It's not like he can go home. ]

Maybe I'll ask somebody for lessons, then. Could be useful.

[circumitus]

[Nope, the game sucked. Whatever it was. Rey just finishes her drink rather than dignify that with a proper response.]

What do you mean? Let who down?

[Make sense, drunk bro.]

[roseofthetyrells]

[she flashes an impish smile back and takes a seat next to him. after all, what harm is in a little flirtation? none, and it's been a while since she was flirted with. she misses Matt every day and her feelings for Maglor are. . . complicated. but flirtation? that she can managed]

No, I don't. Do many people here have dates? [she follows his gaze. she doesn't know the man either. she assumes they'll eventually meet, but she hasn't wanted to branch out as much as she used to. being murdered in a place she'd thought was safe has made her skittish]

I don't know who he is, either, so I suppose I do see what you mean.

[inthewar]

Played plenty of games when I was drunk, honey, but never Jenga. For the record, I like a good game of strip poker, too, with the right person, but uh - you pick this time.

[ He's also a gentleman who wouldn't play make the suggestion of playing strip poker with someone who already has a few drinks in her. Plus, he's intrigued about Jenga now. ]

What's your name, by the way? I'm Damien.

[ First things first. Also, because there are apparently two people with the same face around here. ]

[roseofthetyrells]

[she hasn't seen Wash since before she died and finds him investigating what's apparently "her" table. there's sliced medium rare venison, herbed roasted potatoes, and cooked carrots along with small fruit-filled pastries for dessert and several bottles of Arbor Gold wine. she intends on taking those bottles with her. it's been too long since she had any Arbor Gold and this is something from home she plans to treasure.

she does notice the crazy straw, but chooses not to say anything about it. everyone else's worlds are so strange that such things could be entirely common and ordinary in Wash's world]

Hello, Wash. Are you enjoying yourself?

[dedikated]

Sure.

( She's definitely going to drink more than is recommended for a person to drink but Kate doesn't plan on dying to liver failure tonight. There's more than enough tequila to go around, anyway, so she hands some over. )

Missed food?

( Said while eyeing up George's plate, even though Kate can't talk with the noises she made upon coming into contact with the first recognisable seafood in months. )

[hardwearing]

[ Wash freezes, glancing up with the straw still in his mouth. This is... awkward, to say the least. He'd known she was back. Of course she was. He'd spent far too much time composing and deleting messages to her, hesitating just down the block from the sewing shop, eventually deciding against the message or the visit. Because how do you face someone you failed to protect? To avenge? It's not like it's his fault, but he still feels guilty, and those kinds of feelings haven't been well-received in his experience. And of course, the more time passes, the more difficult it becomes to reach out.

But here she is, alive and in one piece, even smiling faintly at him. He lets out a slow breath, then sets down what he's holding and turns to face her properly. ]

Hey Margaery.

[ Is she okay with a hug? Because he's missed a few opportunities to reach out lately and so is finally going to try this hug thing Kyna's constantly encouraging him to try with other people. No more constant regrets. ]

:D

[dedikated]

( Ah, she hasn't seen you in a few days either, Whistler. Though Kate didn't announce her departure from the spire, it's probably easy to notice that it's gotten a lot quieter there, that there was the noise of someone moving the items they've accumulated out of the apartment. )

Thought you'd overlook me.

( Dammit, Kate. You hang out with your boyfriend too much. )

[dedikated]

( Levitating rubble isn't exactly normal, but it's pretty useful. She's never seen anyone levitate this much rubble in one go, and it's just another reminder of how powerful the things that call themselves gods are. But for now, that thought is secondary to simply getting through the day, getting some exercise in before anything else.

When she drops down, her plaits thud against her back and she brushes her forehead free of the sweat which glistens there. )

Always am.

( A nod of greeting as she catches her breath before speaking further. )

You too. What's the occasion?

[toiletseat_girl]

[she considers this for a moment]

Fuck, Reggie would be all grown up by then. And I have time. [hurries to add] If you wanna tell. If not, that's cool.

[she's trying to not be as nosy. it's a hard fucking process]

Definitely useful. I've been taking my lessons from Harlan.

[toiletseat_girl]

Thanks.

[she takes the tequila and adds it to the orange juice. George, too, will drink far more than anyone should, but it takes as much alcohol to kill a mortal to make George even a little tipsy. there are some benefits to being a Reaper]

Oh hell yeah. It's been way too long since I've had something that wasn't from a can. You?

[George will probably make her way to that later, she's planning to sample a little bit of everything]

[braveoff]

Who's Reggie?

[ Drake considers that for a moment. Takes another sip of whiskey and then shrugs. ]

Can you keep a secret?

[ He's reasonably sure that she can, but again -- even if she can't it doesn't matter much now. ]

I've never met Harlan. He's Kyna's friend, though, I think she'd be pissed if I didn't ask her first.

[proselytise]

[ If only he knew that it was also great protection from vampire attacks. Unfortunately, that's one of those things he's never really thought about much. ]

I already ate, so I guess you could say that.

[ It's a lie, of course, but whatever. ]

Other than the decorations, have you found anything good?

[proselytise]

It's a lot easier to resign yourself to fate and do what you can from there.

Not that it seems like something you'd do.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery doesn't blame him for what happened. she blames herself. for not recognizing the danger she was in, for being helpless to defend herself. she's working to change the latter, but she can't do anything about the former. hopefully, the guilt and shame will fade in time. it has to; otherwise, she doesn't know what she'll do.

she gives him a warm smile, pleased to see him again.

and she's very much okay with a hug]

[dedikated]

( She's caught up enough in her own movement that Caedra's appearance doesn't register until she speaks, and then Kate comes to a stop and looks for the source of the voice, one which is familiar in a vague way.

Ah. That's why. It's hard to forget those eyes, and recognition flickers over her face before she answers. )

Wish I knew.

( But the gods weren't often in the habit of explaining. They have, but not for this specific happening as far as she knows.

With the constant movement of the debris towards the sky, Kate doesn't stay in one place long, managing to skip onto a rooftop and find a moment of stillness across the skyline of the city. )

Had to guess... Hope's at work.

( Along with the barrier forming around the city, that seems a logical conclusion. )

[toiletseat_girl]

My sister. She was ten when I died.

[in the meantime, she helps herself to some of her food and mimosas]

Yeah, sure I can.

[and she can. she can't keep her own secrets, but those of other people are safe]

See, for me it's backwards. I know Harlan real well, but I've only said hi to Kyna a couple of times. But if you think she'd teach you, go for it.