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.

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[circumitus]

[NO.

[Rey just huffs and starts directly in the location that Atem pointed her towards, ignoring the fact that he's humming fucking Lady Gaga of all things because who the hell is that even?

[It isn't until they reach the bridge that they just stop.]

Okay. Unless you think you live with the fishes, you're crashing on my couch tonight. At least I know where that is.

[She mutters as she yanks them both to turn around, rudely interrupting his beautiful catchy song.]

[barold]

[Barry follows suit and takes a healthy swig of his drink, grinning at Taako as he drunkenly laments how long it’s been since the last huge party. The last time Barry had this much fun was Candlenights, and that had just been their little family. This kind of thing? He didn’t even know the liches around here could swing something like this.

He certainly agrees that they’re owed this.] Oh, for sure, bud. I’ll take eight hundred years of booze and food for all we put up with here, easy.

[Taako’s question gets a sheepish chuckle. The flush of color over his cheeks could be because of the alcohol, but it so isn’t:] Uh, L-Lup wanted t’go say hi to some friends. So I’m, uh. Waitin’ on her.

[Can’t get too drunk with a lady waiting.]

[barold]

[For the first time in weeks, Barry’s first assumption isn’t that this has something to do with what he did to Lup.

It’s, in fact, the furthest from his mind it’s ever been. He’s had a wonderful evening with Lup. Eating and drinking and dancing... sneaking off to make out in a corner... He couldn’t have imagined a better first date after what they both went through. They deserve this. They’re taking it slow, getting to know each other again, rebuilding the trust they broke.

Given that, Barry is much too happy to realize why this stranger is being so aggressive. At first, he isn’t even sure this man is talking to him at all, but there he is, scowling at him, threatening a beating. Barry frowns, confused.]

C’mon, buddy, I-I’m not lookin’ for a fight. [Some people get so aggressive when they drink. Barry doesn’t get it.] I think y’got th’wrong fella.

[puzzlingly]

Ow.

「But his humming!」

Fish roe is nasty...

「Yes, that's it.」

[circumitus]

[SCREW YOUR SINGING Rey wasn't paying attention anyway. Otherwise she might've recognized it as maybe one of the songs Rosie's been playing at the Speakeasy or something.]

Um. Sure. It probably is. [There's still a lot of things Rey hasn't eaten yet.

[Moving along now. She might just be carrying Atem on her arm outright now because it's faster that way.]

[dreamsallotted]

Seel took more sips of the sheh. It was glorious, delicious. They was taking as much as he could carry home. And then you were loading your pockets Swift. He nursed his glass for a little while, ignoring the food. Cal would have understood.

And then he stopped. Because what. The. Fuck. And with that, he put down his glass and took another bite to eat, trying to banish that horrible fucking thought that just came into his mind. Fuck you Cal. This was his brain. You didn't get it too.

"I think I'd enjoy that quite a lot."

[abyssalarcana]

Hasn't done anything for me.

[Not that she needs much. Not that she really wants much he can give. But her particular brand of existence is one that tends to do without gods as often as they can, so it's not much of a surprise. There are gods in the Abyss, of course - deities as deeply evil as the rest of her kind if not moreso - but they tend to be the sort of gods that nobody, not even demons, want to bargain with.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[she used to be able to manage Kraft mac n' cheese, but they don't have that at the stores. bummer]

Yeah. Makes me kinda wonder why they make us deal with crappy food the rest of the time, but I guess this is a lot of effort?

[hoperulesdespairdrools]

[Komaeda's face fell. It looked like he did not manage to fool Yusuke. However, the second part threw him off further.] You.....do?

[As he said this, he realised that there was no way he could just brush things off and make Yusuke believe that things were not really that bad. What worried him though was what would happen if he said anything further.]

[swiftlet]

"I'll be sure I spend some time plotting, then." He hated this dance, but if he pushed any harder Seel would not appreciate it. Besides, it had been Swift's idea to venture into public and he knew that Seel had a reputation to maintain.

"I'll take special care to make sure you do enjoy it."

[knifecollecting]

[Not really.]

Oh, no. They're made of corn or flour.

[knifecollecting]

I'm getting full, but thanks. [She smiles her thanks.]

I know Hope does his best, but damn, I miss good food.

[abyssalarcana]

Oh. Bread? That makes far more sense. Like huushuur? Do you know what that is?

[The little handheld meat pies were a favorite of her youth, when she could steal one from the kitchens. She barely remembers what they were like, other than meaty and delicious, but the name at least stuck with her. This woman doesn't look Tocharan though. Aside from her terrible fashion and strange accent, she would have looked more at home in Lionde, like many here. Maybe most here, in fact. Strange.]

Re: 16th

[knifecollecting]

Just don't make yourself sick.

[Jo gives Sonya a quick once over after that introduction, before shaking the offered hand.]

I'm Jo Harvelle. You were in the Army?

[roseofthetyrells]

As you wish.

So do I. I'm thinking about taking the platter of what's left home with me. Do you think they'd mind?

[lifetothefullest]

[He's glad to see at least a little less tension in Law's posture, although what he says about his arm is... Ew, and Lance didn't know he'd lost it at some point; it sounds like such a traumatic experience, and he doesn't even want to think about it that much. At least he somehow seems to have gotten it reattached?

And it gives him a good guess at what an ability called 'strings' might be capable of, too.]

Is there anything you can do to counteract his ability? I don't know how these things work in your world.

[lifetothefullest]

[At that response, he pulls one of the small bottles of pomegranate juice out of his pocket and holds it out to her.]

Now you have. It's kind of tart and it's probably an acquired taste, but it's good.

[lifetothefullest]

[It's not actually all that interesting of a story, so at least she's not missing out on anything particularly good.]

Awesome, thank you.

[It all looks so good but he totally goes for a piece of bacon first. He hasn't had bacon in so long and it's not something he typically eats all the time at home either, so it's an unusual treat.]

What are you drinking?

[It looks like orange juice but who knows.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[that's a comfort]

Hey, it's no problem. Friends share shit.

[it's absolutely perfect. just the right amount of crisp and the right amount of moist. and there's plenty of it]

Mimosas. I guess they figured that if I'm having breakfast food, I might as well have a breakfast drink.

[and there's another jug where that came from]

[ex_matricide319]

Is that how it is, though? Knowing everything about us.

[This topic is one that interests him, and for now, it's a distraction from his own strange behavior towards the food. He crosses his arms and stares at the young woman.]

I watched some people discussing that on the network not too long ago. It seems most people think they don't know much about us at all.

[hot_mes]

[lucky for that, but. YEP. LOST AN ARM TO THIS GUY. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.]

Ah... [making a face. Revealing a weakness that could be used against himself is always such a tough decision. But there's also a fundamental problem with that weakness on dusty-ass murderplanet] The only counteragent is the sea: seawater. Which, I'm sure you realize, is kind of a problem here.

The best course is to steer clear of him and wait to see what he'll do. I could be paranoid for no reason... [hah]

sorry for the slow!

[storyseeker]

[Elena stares for a long moment, and then things just seem to click and she nods, giggling at herself.]

Yes! I remember now, kinda. It's been a long time.

[Suddenly looking very serious, she picks up a ping-pong ball, aims, aaaaand...plop.]

Awesome. Go me.

sorry for the slow!

[storyseeker]

I can handle more than you think. I'm something like 30 percent stomach. But I appreciate the warning.

[An exaggeration, but slight. It's not every day, but once in a while she can definitely pig out.]

So have you tried much? Any recommendations for round two?

that's okay!

[toiletseat_girl]

[George waits (mostly) patiently]

Yeah, same here. [a pause] Actually, I've never played it at all, but someone explained it to me once.

[she watches Elena throw the ping pong ball into the red solo cup of beer]

Yup, you did it! Now you get to drink the beer.

[jocoeur]

( well, you do look fairly thin for a growing boy... )

I suppose if it's a favourite of yours... ( still, it's so plain— ) Still, I'm actually tempted to bring some of these goods back home. Heh, a heist might be in order, don't you think?