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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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Women not wearing dresses was something he was going to have to get used too, and yet, it was actually one of the things he was having the hardest time acclimating too. Her hair was at least nice but whatever she was wearing was not court appropriate clothing. It wasn't even appropriate for any gender. Taking a breath and reminding himself that she was from a different time and a different kingdom, he concentrated on her nice hair. She had nice hair. Annabeth might notice Kelson most definitely not looking at her clothing after his first glance.

"What was the impetus for the previous feasts?" Kelson restrained himself. "It's customary where I'm from for one to introduce oneself to the other."

As for the peacock, yes he was enjoying it, thank you.

O...kay. Not the strangest thing she'd ever encountered, but seeing him trying really hard not to look at her was almost funny. She wasn't even wearing anything ridiculous like someone from Cabin 10 might have. It wasn't even offensively pink. She raised an eyebrow at the rather obvious attempts to pretend she was only a head, but said nothing. He was embarrassed enough by nothing already.

"There was one after the weird paintball tournament. I still have that stupid gun." Unused, of course because really, what was she going to do with it? And Will already had a bow that he preferred. And he was probably the only one she could think of who'd manage to do something with a gun.

"You started talking first." Now he's concerned about manners? "But I'm Annabeth. Nice to meet you too, mystery person."

Those jeans were awfully form fitting. Whoops, he looked too low again. He was almost glad Duncan wasn't here with him, his confessor would have heard a mouthful of unbelievable things. He just wished he knew what the man would have said about this. As for the words coming out her mouth, yes, Kelson concentrated on them, especially because there were words in there he did not understand. At all.

"Paintball. Gun." He turned the words over in his mouth, trying to get a feel for them. And my goodness was she rude. He started to glare at her at the amazing disregard for court etiquette much less any actual etiquette whatsoever and then stopped. Different world. Different kingdom. Pants.

He took a breath, and introduced himself, because he actually still had manners. "King Kelson of Gwynedd. It's a pleasure to meet you, my lady." Whether that was actually true remained to be seen. So far all she had going for her was a lack of politeness and form fitting attire, which did not bode well for her station. But she wasn't the first woman he'd seen wearing such. It just made him rather uncomfortable.

At least Laura had been polite.

"Yes. Paintball. Gun. The one they gave me for surviving the whatever-they-were-calling-it shoots bullets, though." Messy and lacking finesse, but at least it did have the advantage of distance. Although she was starting to feel a little uncomfortable herself under the strangeness of the looks he kept giving her. Was there something on her clothes or something? Had she dropped some food on herself? She suck a glance down at her shirt and didn't find anything. Was he really that concerned?

Her first thought was to say something stupid like "wow, tell us your grade point average too." Her second was to realize that that might end up with another in a long line of people and monsters out for her blood. Besides, he wasn't Hera and all he'd done was look at her funny and take offense to not being addressed by a title she didn't know he had. Although she was still of the opinion that he should get that knocked out of him sooner rather than later. No one here could afford to hold up a name they'd been born with as a defense against anything.

"Uh. Yeah. You too, Your Majesty." See, she could be polite.

Well. Color him surprised. Someone who actually got the form of address correct. Normally he wouldn't think something like that unusual, but here, it seemed to be. But something other than her attitude got Kelson's attention, and kept it, and thankfully it wasn't her pants.

"Surviving. There was a a feast held as a reward for some blood sport game?" He was slowly putting the pieces together, a little bit hard considering he didn't quite understand all of the words. "What's a gun?" He also wanted to know what paintball and bullets were but one at a time. He wasn't liking the picture forming in his mind.

"And you survived it. Excellent job." And horrific. Assuming a regular human lady would not be able to survive such things, or for that nature a man either. So. What was so special about her? He let out a light probe, trying to discern if she had shields or any kind of magical defenses that would give him a clue.

"Well it sort of turned out no one actually died, but they didn't present it that way until you'd already been hit or made it to the end." And really, killer paintball was rather tame compared to some of the things that went on at camp. There hadn't even been any flying chainsaws or dismemberments. Poor Will had to have been so bored.

She wasn't entirely ready to give away all her secrets, though. And while that cap of hers had come in rather handy, there was still a limited number of people who knew it existed and she liked to keep it that way.

"I mostly just hid for a while. Took some potshots from there." What, it was a sound strategy. It kept her safe.

Oh wait, he'd asked another question.

"Oh. Uh. A gun is like a weapon that shoots pieces of metal--or paintballs--at high speeds. It leaves a mess behind, usually, and they're loud even dampened, but at least you get distance."

Leaves a mess behind. For a moment he wasn't sure if she meant the weapon itself was messy after it was used and then he realized she mean the body. Yes. Death was messy. It was quite messy actually, but it made sense that a woman might not be exposed to such things. Except that she actually survived it.

"I expect a congratulations is in order than." Not that he thought that really was a place for a woman but she survived. That merited skill. He wasn't sure what 'potshots' or 'paintballs' still were but he was putting pieces together.

"And after this rather unlethal tournament a feast was supplied." Kelson put his wine down so he could put a hand over his eyes. What sort of place had he ended up in?

"Thanks." Honestly, it had been so long ago and so simple to just hide somewhere invisible and shoot from where no one could see her that she'd moved on to surviving the next thing. She couldn't decide if she liked his tone, though. It was sort of like he'd never had an extended conversation with a girl. Granted, most girls didn't talk about weapons and murder, but still.

"Yeah. I guess it was the reward for participating or celebrating the winners." There were a few, she was just one of them. She just wished the prizes weren't so useless. Well. Maybe just useless to her. Most people probably didn't mind having an extra weapon on hand, even if it wasn't their preferred one. She just didn't like dealing with it. Call her picky.

"Honestly, I don't think these gods really know how actual people function. It's like they read a book about people one time a century ago and then threw it out the window."

Oh he's had extended conversations with women, it was just never really about warfare. That was an entirely new area for him. Also he was quite certain pants weren't really acceptable attire in young ladies after they were like, four. There were a lot of new things Kelson was getting used too. He was used to women he was close too, who he considered like family, looking him in the eye, but others, like his novice nun Rothana had a tendency to keep their eyes demurely downcast and respectful. Unless she was angry.....which was really incredibly alluring. He supposed in the back of his mind that marriage might not have worked, no matter how much he wanted it too. It certainly wouldn't have been placid.

Still he listened to what she said, he'd be a poor king if he didn't know how to listen to people who knew more than he did. "What do you mean?" He pointedly ignored the 'gods' part. "They don't know how people function? I would imagine that came from having individuals from different kingdoms and worlds. That is quite a difference."

"Unless you spell out exactly what you need for them, they guess. And their guesses have not historically been amazing. Like they know people exist but not what they actually need." Weird houses and furniture, strange...items coming through the Door, odd "rewards" for participating in games they didn't have a choice but to play. They knew they needed them and sometimes they even listened, but they still tended to get distracted and overly focused on other things that may or may not have been helpful.

That sounded familiar.

"You can ask them for something specific, but for the most part, they really have no clue."

Kelson will do amazing feats in order to convince himself that they are not gods. " It sounds to me like they're a very different kind of people. That their needs are so different from ours they do not understand what a human needs to live and thrive."

He looked around at the feast. "They do seem to be trying though. They can do it. Perhaps it is not that they do not understand, but that they do not want to provide it. "

As for asking for something, he could. He didn't want anything in particular but he need need to make contact with Hope or Fear. Kelson believed in going to the top to get answers.

"Oh they try, but 'trying' doesn't mean 'succeeding.'" Or even coming close to it, but A for effort at least? Except when it went catastrophically wrong and almost killed them. That had happened a few times too. They kept poking and prodding at things in the name of "trying" to help (she still had her doubts about that), and ended up unleashing the worst things imaginable. Like killer robots. Or a sharktopus or something, maybe. Or Zeus in a dress, eventually, with her luck.

"I guess it could be worse, but it could be a lot better too."

Kelson thought someone had probably thought about this but he figured he'd better ask just in case. Sometimes the obvious solution isn't the one easily thought of.

"Has anyone pointed this out to them? What they're doing that could be done better? You can't expect anyone to learn unless their failings are pointed out to them." God knows his were often enough.

"I'm not sure. Probably. I just don't think they care so long as they keep getting fed." That was how gods worked, in her experience. Even if they did know better, they just didn't care enough to change.

"Even if they did listen, they probably wouldn't understand. As much as they look human--or most of them do, anyway--they never have been."

"So they're like children. Children are capable of learning." Kelson was stubborn. He wasn't likely to give this up, at least until he tried and failed.

"They might learn faster if we made it unpleasant for them." He wasn't entirely sure how but royal pages sure learned faster when his uncle Nigel threatened them with extra work and the like. Added incentive helped.

"Pretty much." That pretty much explained all of their actions. "Children are. Gods really aren't. They don't change because some tiny mortal told them they're not being nice. That's a good way to get yourself smited." Or worse. Listening to terrible haikus or talking in rhyming couplets for a week.

"How do you know they're divine and not beings with more power than you or I might have?" Yeah, sorry Annabeth, Kelson really wasn't ready to accept that there might be more than one god and that he'd been kidnapped by some of them.

"I don't intend to get smited. I intend to ask nicely." He might not be used to talking to 'gods' but he was used to talking to kings and archbishops and other people who considered themselves powerful and not to be trifled with.

"Who said anything about divine? They have more power than us, they can call themselves what they want and we really aren't in a position to argue." She's just going to make sure she's several feet away from him in case the lightning struck.

"Your idea of asking nicely is probably not the same as theirs. Or else they might just decide it's hilarious you're even tying and smite you anyway for the fun." That's a thing that happens.

Kelson was really confused now. "How can they be gods if they are not divine?" He had no idea about being smote by lightning and it was probably too much to hope for Saint Camber's miraculous intervention. He was far beyond his reach now, wasn't he?

"Diplomatic overtures are never without risk. One kingdoms ideas of asking nicely is never the same as another's. As long as no one dies that's at least a partial success. Although, I'd say in some cases even death gets things moving." He just hoped it wasn't his.

"I'm not going to get into the philosophy. Just go with 'they're bigger than us so they get run of the playground' for now." That was a far less complicated way of thinking about it if nothing else. And really a dinner party was not the best time to be talking about whether or not God existed.

"I guess they do listen as long as you're polite and I haven't heard about any smitings lately so you might be okay. They'll probably ask for something in return for helping, though."

That was something Kelson could agree upon, nodding his consent. He wasn't sure what a playground was but he got the point. He wasn't crazy about the idea though, and it was just still weird to not be the one in charge. He was used to his powers and rank setting him apart, but there were bigger fish now.

"I've heard about that. I honestly am not sure how I feel about it. Asking for something in return is good and well I suppose. " That at least was a change of heart, if not a mild one.

"I mean, I guess it's fair to ask for payment, I'm just not sure what kind of payment they're looking for or if it's an even trade." She was pretty sure it wasn't an even trade regardless of whether or not it seemed that way. These gods were using them (that sounded familiar) and they needed something from the people they'd stuck here. Sure they might make it look like they cared, but she couldn't believe that they really did, beyond the potential of losing their food source.

" I guess there's only one way to find out. I'll have to ask and see."

He still wasn't crazy about the idea, but there was really only one way to find out and get to know these creatures and what they wanted and were all about. And that was to talk with them.

"What do you know about Hope and Fear? Is there one you would trust more than the other? Or is one more knowledgeable?"

"I have talked to either of them extensively, but I camped outside Hope's place for a while back when we first heard there might be an attack on him. He was really polite about it, actually. But who you go to sort of depends on what you're asking for. It's not really that one is more knowledgeable than anyone else, they just focus on different things. Like you wouldn't go to Love if you needed a weapon or you wouldn't go to Rage for flowers. But if you just mea want general information, I think Hope has been adding the longest and from what I can tell he kind of leads the rest of them." Talk about an info dump.

"Sorry. That was kind of a lot at once."

"Don't apologize. That is exactly the kind of information I was looking for. Do you know anything about their individual behaviors? I presume Hope would be friendlier for instance, but perhaps there are areas where Fear shines as well."

Kelson mulled over this in his mind, he wasn't sure he wanted anything particular, besides gaining information on why certain things were chosen, such as housing design, gaining more knowledge regarding how they thought and acted, hierarchy and decision making.

Event Log: A Hope for the Future

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