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!
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► 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

[so_dark_a_road]

I was going to say the same of yours. [ he teases back ]

[bythewaves]

At least mine is better than Tyelko's!

[so_dark_a_road]

True! His is absolutely awful. [ Snicker ]

[bythewaves]

How poor Nelyo must have despaired of all of us! Although Moryo's script was exquisitely fine.

[hotspurred]

The border.

[Henry's brows draw in, and he shifts his weight, setting a hand on his hip. A beat later and he cocks his head, as the connection occurs to him. Recently the Guard have been discovering new piles of monster remains popping up. It's not a bad thing in itself, given the danger they pose, but the sheer amount warrants a closer look.]

Is it a habit of yours?

[glacius]

Of course. [Others might not be able to tell, but Kate knows Glacius well enough to be able to pick up on how quietly pleased he is by her agreeing to try it out. Though he can be flighty with people he doesn't know, it pleases him to be able to share his culture with those he trusts and respects—his closest friends. In fact...]

Ha, this is rather nice. Like sharing a meal back home with another of my people. I cannot explain it, but... I never feel as far from them when I am with you. I... I used to think it was because I saw you as a fellow warrior, since you stood up against Ultratech alongside me in that dream—and there is still some of that, certainly. But...

[The alien pauses, staring down at his hands—which are folded neatly on the table—in thought. Then he flicks his gaze back to Kate, one eyebrow arching slightly with quiet realization.] ... Now I think it might be something more than even that. I... do hope that is not strange. [Glacius has not quite pinned down what it is yet, given that he is just now putting some real thought to it. It isn't romantic, but it's more than familiarity, on a different level than even just being close friends. He'll have to puzzle it out later; she is important to him on a way he'd never have expected, that much is for certain.]

[nonscriptum]

Nate realizes that with her general everything she probably needs some context, as any respectable person would, and given that he's imbibed a decent amount of liquor he isn't as impatient as usual to barrel through to the revelations he came to before arriving here.

"So the last affiliated artifacts that we found were these- these crosses, with a man tied to them. Representations of a saint from my world, who had been a thief and repented as he was dying, and his god led him to paradise. Avery had given them to other successful pirates, and the crosses themselves were hollow. They had this...sort of invitation inside, clues we originally thought would lead to the treasure."

Fifteen years, and Nate had assumed that Avery either hid his haul superbly well in the highlands of the Hebrides, or never hid it at all. Stayed rich and got fat and happy somewhere more tropical up until his dying days, or went down with his ship somewhere in the Atlantic, or around the Cape of Good Hope. He wouldn't be the first man to let the sea overtake him.

"We followed it to the last place he had been sighted before his disappearance and found this-" For a moment Nate frowns, trying to accurately articulate what he wants to say in his enthusiasm. As a very passionate history nerd, he has the tendency to get worked up once he's on a roll. "-this series of elaborate puzzles and traps. Like a test. Like he was testing the people he had invited to see if they were worthy of joining him, wherever he was. We reached this final chamber and before our, uh, competitors blew it up, got the next location which was hundreds of miles away, and barely got out with our lives."

By the skin of their teeth, really.

"But- but here's the thing, he wouldn't go to that much trouble to hide it, right? What's the point?" Perhaps less to her, and more introspectively, Nate takes another sip of coffee and hastily shrugs and continues. "Because it's- I mean, it just makes more sense if he was recruiting other pirates. Getting them to join him, pool their resources, their gold, away from the arm of the monarchy. Like a...nautical thief coalition."

[abyssalarcana]

She finishes the first pour of her drink as he talks, but she's paying close attention, surprising herself by finding how invested she already feels in his tale. Now that he's gotten going, he really is a decent storyteller - and tales of high adventure and pirate treasure have a wide appeal that reaches even to her. No surprise, perhaps, given her own background, as she struck out on her own as a child in search of something greater than what she had, and how she now revels in luxury and freedoms she could never have dreamed of. But Nate's own enthusiasm is luring her in as well, and she can't help but picture him out at sea, facing into the wind, looking over the horizon - shirtless. Nice.

And the clever pirate lord! The adventures, the seafaring, the puzzles and traps, oh her grandson would be so jealous. Nate's life sounds quite a lot like Malthus' in some ways, and she does miss that clever boy who hopefully is being taken care of by his grandfather. Caedra follows along, and grins at Nate's deduction. "A coalition of the most cunning thieves in particular, by the sound of things. It's brilliant."

And hopefully there's more to this story still to come, so she pours herself another drink, noticing but not minding how she awkwardly clunks the bottle against the rim of her cup. It's fine. She's fine. Alcohol is great.

[nonscriptum]

[...yeah, she definitely didn't receive enough instruction. Nate isn't a professional but neither does he suck at putting meals together - he had to adapt on the fly with his brother, but it was doable.]

Do you want to learn?

[It's an honest question, with a distinct lack of patronizing edge.]

Re: 16th

[soldier_blade]

At the time I volunteered, it was part of a wider experiment. Meant to be covert, but word got around anyway.[She'd set her food down, not full, but unable to continue.] Women could still join, but it's always 'under the table', and as part of gathering intelligence, nothing that actually requires combat duty.

[Not for the first time, she was grateful for getting the training she did, when she did. Between that and her luck were the only reasons she felt she survived in the first place-for all the good it did.]

[hot_mes]

[at least he does his best to just deadpan and not stare like an open-mouthed idiot when people say unfamiliar things]

...no. I guess that means we really are less advanced than most of the worlds represented here.

[oh well. shrug. and delicately hiding the rest of the ghost pepper behind his thumb while he goes for a drink. OH GOD RUM BURNS THOUGH it makes the burn even worse, so for a second Law is left gasping through it.

Thanks bro. Enjoy the floor show.]

[sciencelizard]

Oh, well, uh... s-sort of! I mean, yes, it's just not so fancy, I guess.

[She has hamburgers, that is. Even if they're not really hamburgers but monster food ones, so made of magic. She's not a monster that has trouble eating solid food, so she can partake here, but most monster food is intangible once eaten. Just goes straight to energy in your body.]

[unheeled]

Oh there's so much more to her dad's betrayal, but that's going to be left for another day.

Just like the answer to Caedra's question.

"What, and completely exhaust every topic for polite conversation so soon?" Rita shakes her head. "I'm gonna get a drink, maybe mingle a little. I'm sure we'll meet up again."

Hopefully without anymore murder.

[unheeled]

Whatever. I'll show up if you do.

[ lmao @ thinking Rita would bother throwing people here a party. Come on. It's not like she can get anything from them that actually matters. ]

[unheeled]

[ Oh my god he's so bad at this. How bad can it get? Dare she try and see? Not like she's likely to bang him, what with what was in retrospect not the best post she could've made, but whatever. ]

Like how hot I can go. [ She absolutely went for sultry with that. Like, your classic femme fatale style.

What a garbage fire. ]

Neither have I. I'd be down to push my limits, though.

[ Rita oh my god. ]

[puzzlingly]

Hmm, could go home, get a satchel. I already stole a few burgers.

「And other stuff. Probably before he gets more drunk to know where home is.」

Over there, there is a table with drinks. Of all kinds.

「All of them! He points over... there. You know, there. Just a few tables to the right.」

[puzzlingly]

Ah, yeah. I've seen it in some restaurants, never had it. My partner is more of a... junk food lover. Burgers and that kind of gourmet food, you know.

「Has he ever told her about him? Probably not.

He chuckles.」

Hey, I'm about to eat almost all of these by myself, I wouldn't blame you if you did the same.

「A mini burger, though... He smiles as he takes one.」

You have good taste.

「Omnomnomnom.」

[puzzlingly]

「Oh man! He just absolutely beams.」

You're getting back together!?

「He's drunk, let him be that happy drunk he is.」

[puzzlingly]

Yeah... I did. He was angry at him.

「But now he just seems a little sad when he says that. And he already said that.」

I did what I had to do.

「And that's that.」

[restinglichface]

[She reaches over and gives his shoulder a playful shove, but there's no hiding Lup's drunken delight.]

Shut up. We weren't gonna like, not, s'just finally movin' ahead.

[puzzlingly]

「Oh no, there he goes, a bit too drunk to not stumble, he just laughs though.」

Well, good. He misses you!

[restinglichface]

[Funny how even after so much time spent together with Barry that Lup still goes pleasantly pink at that info, the slightest touch of shyness in her smile.]

Really? Did he talk about me?

[puzzlingly]

Yeah, I guess that's... surprising.

「Ah, he shouldn't be saying that but, oh, right, food.」

Faba beans. Fancy some?

[whip_poor_will]

"Oh, I was. I believe I was hardly ten by the time we were taken from our homes following the seige. I wasn't alone, but I never saw my family as I remembered them again."

There's no point in wallowing in such things these days. Her brother scarcely knows that she even exists, and her mother and father are long dead. She can do nothing for them now.

[abyssalarcana]

An excuse if ever Caedra has heard one - who only has a handful of topics they can talk about? Not her, certainly, who has been told sometimes that she is too 'full of words', as Amamot had teased.

But Caedra shrugs. "Go on, then," she says. "You'll just owe me a story."