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

[roseofthetyrells]

[immediately, Margaery feels that she's revealed too much and tries to retreat into her pleasant, pleasing persona]

What's there to be sorry for?

[dedikated]

( Hobbies? In Hadriel? ...Well, there's always drinking.

A look of mild bemusement crosses her face at that because, at least in Kate's mind, it seems like someone who cooks as much as Ignis does should be quite used to providing meals for others. )

Says the chef.

[restinglichface]

Hey now, just cuz you're hot doesn't mean you get an instant smash. I have standards! Really!

[Though right now, those standards have all been tossed carelessly out the window. This is a party, the first that Hadriel's thrown like this in the near year that Lup's been in this place. The music is killer, the booze is flowing and the food is off the chain. It's easily her best night in this place. So why not just keep on making it even more memorable?]

Y'know, fuck it. I'm in. What the heck. May as well give this fucks a good look at perfection, right?

[The elf lifts a hand which immediately catches flame, fire dancing painlessly from her palm. Look, if she's going to be a part of this, it's going to be a damn good show.]

[atravellerwithabow]

You might say that.

[He's been watching someone on the other side of the party for some time now, and he nods slightly in their direction.] Hunters recognise another one of their kind easily enough. That one has my attention.

[kingforboth]

It definitely made Kelson wonder about 'divine' persons and various arrangements. If only he knew that nearly 600 years ago, his own people were rumored to be descendants of gods, or fey. Who knew the truth of such rumors, and he'd probably laugh them off, but what if they were true? As for these parasites, that was a very interesting piece of information.

"So they had different hosts before, from what I'm lead to understand something happened to them...with then Null? And now they're forced to rely on us, different species with whom they have never dealt with and we are reacting in ways unfamiliar to them."

But the cubes, and magic. "I'd love to learn at least the theory regarding yours, if nothing else. Mine is innate too, although I confess I have two different sources for my abilities, and while one was....set artificially, I'm convinced they draw from the same source. They're not that different." Maybe it was wishful thinking. Or maybe Kelson was in a different position than the rest of his Haldane ancestors, having both his Haldane potential and Deryni blood to draw upon and compare. One of course, had to be set and activated through ritual, the other was innate. But you couldn't activate just anyone. There had to be something like Deryni blood behind it, or it wouldn't work. What if they were just two sides of the same thing?

As for the links he brought up? Yes, well, no one said being a king meant thinking only happy thoughts. And the piece about dying further cements the idea in Kelson's head. "It's possible. It's quite possible I'd say, especially with that Portal being trapped one way. Who knows what 'stops' they put in along the journey."

Kelson reaches out with a hand to touch Curufin's hand, and sends into his mind. Physical contact is helpful, at least for the first time. I admit, it's strange to have to explain what I can do to someone who has no idea. It's nice not to see fear in someone's eyes.]

[atravellerwithabow]

Ah. Someone forced it into your hand, then. How unfortunate.

[Is that humour? Well, there's got to be more to a person than just a guy who prefers sitting and watching people over mingling.]

It must be inconvenient to be so put upon.

[odinbolt]

( Home is... complicated. And falling apart. And she can only hope that she can get back there soon. )

I think we make our own luck. Our own destinies, you know?

( She has to believe that, or she'd never make it through trying to correct the timeline. )

[odinbolt]

( What's it like to not worry about monsters on the outskirts of your homes? )

... I wouldn't keep a Cactuar as a pet, either.

( Unlike that fad in Eden where people were keeping pet hedgehogs. )

[odinbolt]

( Counter point: Throwing a party means getting a chance to be the garbage bag you are, Rita. Hit on all those boys.

But, time for a change of subject. ) What do you think about the city now?

( All cleaned up, with those cute new houses. )

[atravellerwithabow]

The living? [Now, colour him curious. When he looks up at her this time it's as if he's paying attention to her for the first time, rather than engaging in idle chatter because it happens to be going on next to him.]

It must be an interesting world where the dead have conflicts. Where I come from, they've no concerns at all.

[odinbolt]

( She nods in agreement to each thing he says. All of these things are reasons to be thankful for the city and that they're here. It's not perfect - not by a long shot when she has so much to do back home - but all the same... )

It seems like everyone helps each other. We're all in the same boat but we're not alone.

( It's one of the many, many ways Hadriel reminds her of home. )

[atravellerwithabow]

[He gives a small shrug. It could be called dismissive, were it not for the fact that his attention is still keenly on the man in front of him. Almost as if he's assessing the potential for a threat.]

I'm not doing it with the expectation of any thanks. It keeps the mind active, and my bow from itching for blood.

[redwinekindofgirl]

You don't know how to play Jenga? Wow, talk about a lost childhood.

[As far as Julie's concerned, it's a staple. Like Scrabble or Trivial Pursuit. What kind of kid grows up not knowing how to play Jenga?]

But sure, let's line them up. Then I'll show you how to play.

[puzzlingly]

He never shuts up talkin' 'bout you, Lup.

「Okay, he does, when he sleeps, but he might dream of her too...」

[restinglichface]

[She smiles, dopey and shy, before dropping her head to Atem's shoulder, to hide the flush on her cheeks.]

What a friggin' nerd... Sorry you gotta hear so much 'bout me then.

[puzzlingly]

I don't mind at all... Imma miss it when he's gone.

「Oho... Don't pay too much mind to that, it's drunken talk. He pets her awkwardly, tho.」

It's nice to know another side of you.

[restinglichface]

Ugh, shut up, [she mumbles into his shoulder, still hiding her face. Or just feeling too dizzy to sit back up again. Either or.]

I'm a scary-ass lich. Everyone is super terrified of me, okay.

[puzzlingly]

Oh, yeah sure... Gotcha. 「Wink. Oh wait she's not looking at him.」

[redwinekindofgirl]

[She shrugs.]

Sure.

[Julie pokes the food around in the bowl for a few moments, then shifts to rest her chin on one hand.]

I found some paints, by the way.

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail chuckles.]

There's nothing wrong with a little indulgence. Although homemade's always better than fast food. So, you have a partner? Someone here?

[She hopes that's the situation and not another case of separated loved ones.]

It tastes better if you share the food though.

[Another one of Hannibal's teachings - he did so love his dinner parties.]

Thanks. I think you do too. Those were good falafel.

[dedikated]

( Doofus is a nice way of putting it. Kate shrugs in response, taking a drink as she does. She has no problem with it, and considering George's powers, she'd be okay with... )

You fight the monsters at the border much?

( That's one way of putting it, Katherine. )

[dedikated]

( Getting the pink back. In exchange for... ugh, showing love for people. )

Restaurant or two, too.

( As much as she enjoys her boyfriend's cooking, it would be nice to get out of the house and not have to worry about what food they can find to fashion into an edible meal. )

[dedikated]

( Dragons are a pretty good way to die, yes. Kate hums in thought and springs to another floating rock before answering. )

No idea. ( Dragons aren't a real thing where she's from. They were large and murderous. That's all she knows. ) All got killed.

( The leftovers were definitely used, though. She remembers Richie's pawn shop and the amount of frozen dragon steak that was there, for one. )

[abyssalarcana]

[Caedra hangs back. This is a perfectly good vantage point to see what's going on, but also the whole thing is losing her interest quickly. This person barely talks, and the rebuilding of destroyed structures is a bit like watching paint dry. Except worse, because it's unsettling in a vague way. Most people cringe at the sight of destruction and feel more satisfied when things are orderly and neat, but naturally, she feels the opposite.]

Good.

[Yep that's... all she's got. A dead dragon is better than a live one. Kate's wandering off for no real reason and Caedra doesn't feel any real interest in following but at least she's still in earshot. Bored, she lifts a hand and fires a blast of darkness at one of the bricks, and then watches with disappointment as it shatters but seems to recollect itself in midair after a moment.]

[dedikated]

( She can look back on so much time spent together. On the fact that Glacius was the first person to help her in the city, the first person she truly trusted here. She's mid-mouthful as Glacius starts speaking, and her expression flickers, bemusement narrowing her brows and crinkling the corners of her eyes. Her head tilts as she looks at him, trying to follow what he's getting at.

Their friendship is a thing that's never been in doubt, that easy camaraderie which is as natural as breathing, now. The kind of thing which allows them to navigate disagreements more easily than she does with others.

A trust that requires little in the way of words. )

Is. ( Strange, that is. But with the way her lips quirk as she swallows her mouthful... ) Not a bad thing to be strange.

( Emotions are very strange, and she thinks... thinks she knows what he means. Their friendship has always felt like a little more than simple friendship, for a long time. )