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

Re: 16th

[soldier_blade]

Technically, I still am. [She went back to her tea.] But given this isn't connected or part of the US army's reach, best I could do is be part of the guard here. [If she was going to be stuck here, she might as well help defend it.]

Less risk if you share some of it with me. Can't go wrong with home-made tex-mex.

[abyssalarcana]

So you don't like shrimp, that's what I'm hearing.

[She happily polishes off the remains with a wet crunch.]

More like sweet, tender - oh except the bones. Shrimp don't have those, right? I actually can't remember the last time I had shrimp, come to think of it. Bad analogy.

[atravellerwithabow]

Where you come from must be very lively, if everyone enjoys attending parties as much as you do.

[There's no tension in Nil's voice at all. He isn't a man easily pushed to anything beyond 'mildly sarcastic' and even then, the things that he says always seem to come out as more 'matter of fact' than anything else.]

I've no use for occasions like this. They do, however, offer something for observation.

[am_i_a_monster]

It really us. Our worst fears, biggest loses, the regrets that haunt us - they know it all and they taunt us with it.

[Abigail shakes her head, in a slight disbelief.]

They know us. [She gestures back towards the food] That is silkie chicken soup. And there's high life eggs. Dishes that aren't that common but have special significance to me. I think I even saw psilocybin tea.

[hot_mes]

[he sure did! At least he's not so dumb as to put the whole thing in his mouth, he just takes an experimental nibble off the end.

And of course his eyes immediately water and he starts to sweat a little]

...ah.

[claritatis]

[It's one of those things - such a small thing, and Maglor could have no idea of the impact it has - that mentally trips Ignis mid-thought and once again has him privately cursing his knowledge of his future.]

If you mean Whistler... [He says after a moment of thought.] I don't know if he gets out enough to notice.

[abbatis]

My hope? [He repeats, the suspicion melting away instantly and replaced by sheer amusement. Edgar does get what he means by that very well. He also supposes that Allan could be called that, yes. His friend, partner and savior. His hope, yes. But he's not here.]

These are for me. It's my first time I've seen roses around here.

[sciencelizard]

Okay, she could pace herself, but also- all of this is so good she will die if all of it isn't in her mouth right now. She turns back to Rey as she chews, looking like she's about to cry.

"Reeeeeey." It's still muffled as she tries to get through the massive amount of food in her mouth, but she doesn't look sad about that. "This is wonderfuuuuul. Why don't you have this all the time? We need this a-all the time!!"

[laststartofall]

[He takes the continued conversation as an invitation to sit, and does so, though he doesn't touch the wine again. She was more or less right - it's not an unpleasant taste, but it's not to his taste.]

If you're free, you live in the Zones, and life is hard. The desert outside Battery City. We get water, runners take it all over and leave it where people can take it, but I don't remember the last time it rained. [Despite his broad build, Jet's voice is soft and gentle.]

The city is a prison. They have luxuries, but no freedom.

[laststartofall]

Sure it is. [But he shakes his head at her, gesturing for her to keep them for herself. That's a long-ingrained response and something he would have done when she was small, offering to share her meal with him when they'd given her the best of what they had on purpose.]

Enjoy it, kiddo. I've had enough.

[And, for once, that's actually true.]

[murderpotato]

[Maybe Lup forgave this asshat. Maybe Lup's a better person than Gren is, because he doesn't forget and he sure as fuck doesn't forgive, and that means that in his eyes, Barry's going to be 'the guy that hurt Lup' for a long time.]

I think I got just the right fuckin' guy.

[You know what Barry probably didn't want today? Some asshole getting all up in his personal space in the most aggressive way possible. You know what he's getting? Exactly that.]

What, you ain't all that big on pickin' fights with somebody your own size? You can dish it out but you can't fuckin' take it?

[claritatis]

[The issue here, of course, will be wildly differing mythologies. Not that that is going to stop Ignis at all, when he's had enough coffee to keep most people awake for days.

He leans back in his chair and smiles, tilting his cup towards Nate in response.]

That sounded terribly forced. You might want to try a different thread.

[claritatis]

[It does smell very good indeed, and he doesn't hesitate in offering her the cup in his hand to try. If she doesn't like it, better this than wasting a full cup.]

Here. Careful, it's quite hot.

[atravellerwithabow]

I'm not here to protect anyone.

[Does he look like some kind of bodyguard? He's giving off the wrong impression, if that's the case. The fact is, should something happen, he'd relish the combat before he would ever think of deliberately looking to save lives.

It's not a complicated mindset. He doesn't know why people have such a problem with grasping it.]

But, sadly, no one here is a viable target for me. I don't think I'll remain here for too long.

[wantsnudes]

Yes. With everything you've told me so far about yourself, it's hard not to be. Because of your luck, you're always dwelling on "what if"s, both good and bad, and not what is. And while it's admirable to revere hope as a virtue, I...

[hmm, he's not sure how to express this into words. His art is often more eloquent than he is, in matters of the heart. But--]

I'm not trying to criticise you, but I'd like you to know... If things are ever difficult for you, you can confide in me as a friend.

[toiletseat_girl]

Sure.

[yes. that is indeed a leg. yay?]

I guess the gods figured that wouldn't be a big enough portion?

[she takes a handful of the napkins and tries to help]

[roseofthetyrells]

[they mocked its lack of technology and Margaery herself for not understanding technology]

So am I. I miss him every day and every month, I go to the arena, hoping he's among the newcomers. He hasn't been yet, but I refuse to give up hope. And it robbed me of my faith in the Seven entirely. Never again could I see the Faith as anything other than a cudgel used upon the populace.

What happens when someone chooses and a family line is lost because of it?

[knifecollecting]

[Wow, Jo's not even wearing plaid. Don't be rude, Caedra.

She rolls the word around in her head for a second before shaking said head.]

No. Never heard of it. They probably don't have it in Nebraska.

[toiletseat_girl]

Who hasn't improved a little from their younger days? [her tone matches his. she knows something about improving with age. or, in her case? death] Probably better. That way, the kids don't have to see their folks fighting all the time.

You're way more generous with younger me than I usually am. And I probably would've tried making things up to Reggie, if I'd had more time. I just [she shrugs] died and kind of got screwed over where my sister comes in. Other than following her from afar, which I did. A lot. I hope it's somewhere else and I hope I'm not a Reaper at the time.

It disappears and takes the soul up with it. It looks like little glowy lights. But when Betty jumped in, it didn't go up with the glowy lights, it went out with a flash of light. And we're given different identities to use. Mine was Mildred Hagen, twenty-two years old. That's how we get by in the "real world."

[abyssalarcana]

Well, I've never heard of Nebraska. So no, probably not. Is that the name of your world? Or is that some village somewhere.

[The dismissive tone Caedra uses with 'village' says quite a lot about the opinion she's forming of Jo. This woman might be from some far-off land with a lot of unusual developments she isn't familiar with, but everything about her is otherwise in line with a lot of people here. Which means they are commoners. Peasants, mostly, or their world's equivalents. Under-traveled, uneducated, absorbed in their own lives. The soul larvae she was eating earlier are called simrevi in her language, but it's a derogatory word used for people who are still alive as well. Bugs. Or as Otiel with his foreign dialect says, 'rabbits'. Livestock at best, in the slave markets.]

[knifecollecting]

[Jo shrugs.]

I don't think it disappears and Hope made it for us to eat.

[puzzlingly]

It really, really is, I hate it......

「Thankfully for Rey, at least he goes silent for the moment after that. Maybe he already fell asleep, who knows.」

[circumitus]

[The silence is almost a good thing. Rey hates having to listen to people's drunk ramblings, and Atem seems to be a roller coaster right now. But then he goes limp, and she's having to drag him. She stops abruptly with an indignant huff.]

Fuck it. You're giving me no choice. [With that, she hoists him over her shoulder, arm secured around his back as she carries him like a sack of potatoes. He weighs about that much, anyway. Maybe lighter.]

[puzzlingly]

「That doesn't quite wake him, or just barely enough for him to mutter something like:」

Aiboooo.....

「And he's out again. For now.」

[circumitus]

[From Rey's perspective, Atem is so drunk he's just making up words now, so she doesn't pay his muttering much heed. She just shrugs her shoulder, adjusting him before she hauls him through the newly restored streets, leading back home.

[With at least one free hand, she doesn't have any trouble opening the front door. Soon, Atem is deposited onto the couch in the living area.

[Tripod will keep the guest company while she goes to get a blanket and spare pillow.]