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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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[ Oh, he was on his way out, but...what the heck, might as well. He'll leave a seat between the two of them, though. ]

Are you even old enough to be drinking?

[ The guy looks about as old as he does, after all. ]

( She'd be disappointed in Glacius if he didn't take advantage of this much at least. While she favours the idea that they should take whatever they can get from the gods and use it - as indicated by the symbol which has appeared on her left wrist since they went to collect power for Hope - she knows well enough that he doesn't share that opinion.

But that's for another time, when she isn't indulging and relaxing. ) Oysters. ( She points to the thing she was just shovelling down, then to a little glass next to it. ) Prawn cocktail. Should be cold.

( It might not be her favourite, but it is cold. ) Think I saw sushi as well.

( Or sashimi. No one ever said she knew the difference. )

Oh. Yeah, I guess she would... what do you think she's gonna wind up doing?

[ Since George is the one who brought her up, Drake figures it's not depressing to ask about her? Even though she probably misses her family at least a little. He steps closer and lowers his voice a little to talk about his life, though. From the outside, the conversation probably looks rather intimate. ]

As far as I tell people? I was a bouncer, and an enforcer for a crime lord. But that's not the truth. I was actually deep undercover.

[ It feels... strangely good to tell people the truth, whenever he gets to. Maybe he was just sick of playing the bad guy. ]

Kyna's cool. Just don't get on her bad side.

I really don't need to think about your mom getting it on with a postman. Or anyone. Ever.

[She huffs out a laugh and, after a minute or so passes, she leans her head forwards to rest it half against her own arm, half on her shoulder while they step-sway to the music.]

... Were your parents disappointed in you?

( At least here she's reasonably sure Rage hasn't been poking at the meat, so for once, Kate is relaxed about what she shoves into her mouth. After months of bland, Hopeless food, it's hard to resist anything that looks appealing.

She shrugs at his question. It's been so long since Emily told her the story, but it still lingers in her mind. Possessions aren't hard to forget. )

Think there were a monster what possessed anyone who'd ate it.

( But her eyes trail back to the pastry instead. So far, all she's ate has been savoury, mostly a whole load of oysters and cheese, so- )

Sure.

( Why not? )

[ Neither of them should be blaming themselves, they should be blaming the evil demon. But that'd be logical, and logic doesn't usually come into play with things this personal. Case in point being that even knowing he wouldn't stand a chance, he'd really wanted to go hunt the bitch down and kill her back. Kyna had talked him out of it pretty effectively, but he still wanted to.

Margaery is just tall enough for Wash to set his head on top of hers, hugging tight for a moment while he figures out what to say. Any form of apology is going to feel empty, so he lets them go for now. ]

I'm glad you're back. No glitches?

Honestly? No idea. Will mentioned knowing an FBI agent with her name, though.

[it's not entirely depressing. or at least not as depressing as it would've been when she first showed up, but distance and time have helped at least a little. she blinks as he steps in closer but doesn't back away. she lowers her voice in response to his words]

So you were like a cop?

[she'd get that. being an avatar for death tends to make you a bad guy in a lot of people's opinions]

I don't think I've said enough to her to manage that?

[Margaery has died before, but this death feels different. her first death, she knew something had gone wrong. the second death? seemed to come out of nowhere. she both hates and fears the demon responsible for her death. for the first two weeks afterwards, she barely left her apartment. she'd sit and stare at the wall, hardly even thinking.

she sighs and hugs him back just as tightly. she's not really used to hugging or being hugged, but it's nice. she likes it]

So am I. None so far as I can tell? [aside from fear every time she leaves her apartment]

That'd be badass.

[ George gets a nod at her cop guess. Got it in one. ]

Worked the beat, moved up to detective in organized crime, then undercover. Didn't really get to do much good before I kicked it, though.

[ He's not sure it was worth it. It got him killed, just like his ma had always worried about. But it's done, so. ]

Oh, you'd know.

Yeah. Kind of hard for me to picture her doing that, though.

[she's always been clever. sometimes, she even uses it for good]

--oh, shit. You died? That sucks.

[sometimes it seems as though everyone George knows has died]

I'll take that as a good sign.

[ It is nice. Wash could adjust to this, for sure, he thinks, but only holds on a little longer. There's a socially appropriate length to a hug that he hasn't quite recalculated yet and it's probably better to err on the side of shorter. Right? ]

Good. I guess Hope's got it right again by now.

[ She looks fine? He reaches for his glass again, wanting something back in his hands. ]

Thanks for making Caboose that little hat, by the way. He loves it.

I'm certain my ma thought the same thing about me. But it happened. People can surprise you.

[ ...whoops. ]

Uh. Yeah, I did. It was kind of related to work shit, kind of not. Sorry for dropping it like that, I guess I forget it's a big deal. Now that I've got a plan.

[ He remembers when he first got here, and it was a big deal, but now he really only worries about the zombie thing getting out. ]

[probably. longer would imply intimacy and he has Kyna and she had Matt. and whatever she feels for Maglor]

Yes, it would seem so. All of those trips for all of those orbs seem to have been worth it.

[she takes her glass of wine back and fidgets with it a little]

Does he? I'm so glad. I wasn't sure I'd made the right size.

[Kyna's been wandering around, snagging other people's food, but right now she's got a plate full of sushi in one hand and a beer in the other. She's looking for Wash kind of absently, but when she finally spots him, the crazy straw is the first thing she notices.]

What is that?

[ It actually takes him a moment to realize what she's referring to, then he looks almost defensive of the straw. You will have to pry it from him, Kyna. ]

Nostalgia.

[No, don't do that, Wash. That's just tempting her, and she grins, reaching for it.]

Give it.

That would be one helluva surprise. I'd like to see how she turned out, though.

[it's okay. it's just a bit of a surprise]

Still, I'm sorry it happened. And yeah, I guess it's not really a big deal here. I mean, I made that network post asking about dead people here and you wouldn't believe how many people answered. And a plan? To go to another world?

[George initially assumed she was sent here as punishment for being a lousy Reaper, so she told everyone]

[ Kyna he is so much bigger than you, he can seriously just hold it over his head. ]

No, it's mine. Get your own.

But I want that one.

[No, she doesn't. She just wants to fuck with him. Kyna sets her plate and beer down carefully, and then makes a pathetic jump for the straw.]

[Jo doesn't dress up for the feast - they're still in the desert and she's never been one to dress up anyway.

She arrives in the middle of the party with a smile on her face. She won't deny this is nice. It's a rare treat, plus there are even supposed to be foods they might actually like this time.

As she wanders she might take a bit here and there of things that look too good to pass up; she'll apologize if caught.

Eventually, she stops dead in her tracks, staring at a pile of brightly wrapped tacos and hash browns next to a pair of cinnamon rolls.

Is it an odd pairing? Sure. Does Jo look ridiculously excited? Yes. Is she going to eat all of this? Hell yes.

She scoops the two plates up with the ease of someone who waited tables for years and heads for a corner to enjoy her treats.]

[ She looks ridiculous. Honestly they probably both do, but she's still not getting his straw. Anyway, there are three more poking out of his pocket, if she's noticed that. This is a matter of principle. ]

You just want it because I have it.

"Just Hope, and really only to tell him not to panic when we hung out outside his temple for a while." So far she hadn't really had a reason to talk to any of them, although she maybe had some choice words she wanted to give to some of them. If she knew a little better how they operated, she might have actually said them out loud.

"I wouldn't trust them even they weren't holding us here, but I might be a little biased." Oh well. Not like she didn't have good reason to be. "Other people have, though, you could ask around. I'm sure they've got opinions."

I'm sure he'll appreciate it. I suppose I should count any time out of the house as a victory.

Nuh-uh. Are you calling me immature or something?

Would that be better or worse than calling you a horrible straw thief?

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