hadriel_logs | Event Log: A Hope for the Future

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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.
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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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I don't care that much for sweets. But I do like to indulge where I can.

[Like this coffee, for example. Perfection in a cup. A comfort she has enjoyed longer than most, it seems to be something that has lingered from one lifetime to the next where so much else has faded or been overwritten.]

Which isn't to say that self-control is useless. Far from it - but there's no harm in enjoying the best things in life when there's no consequence for doing so.

[Speaking of which-]

Did you already eat, then?

Well, it looks like we have something in common, at least.

[ Which is. A weird thing to think about. ]

Anyway, I did. Which is why I had to turn down your generous offer.

[ He did not, actually, but like. Whatever. Not like she cares. ]

[The look on her face at that comment says it all as she visibly cringes in disgust. Ugh, no, we don't and how dare you compare yourself to me. But she dismisses it with a frown and gulps down another delicious larva, hoping maybe enough of these will abate the cravings for living, soulful material.

They won't, probably, but allow her a little optimism for now.]

So, what. You ate, saw me, and just wanted to sit down and hang out?

[Who does that nobody does that]

[ Hey, he wouldn't have said it if he didn't think she'd hate it. ]

Of course. Shouldn't we get along now?

Should we?

[Okay now she is genuinely and thoroughly confused because either Charles is actually completely mentally fucked or playing one of the weirdest jokes she's ever experienced.

She stares at him for a moment, black eyes searching for any sort of meaning, then picks up her coffee and just. Has a drink. Just give her a second.]

Charles, you realize if we weren't here, if we had been anywhere else, without these asshole creatures that want everything to think they're gods, you would have been completely and utterly destroyed by now, right? There would be nothing left of you. I would be thriving off power drawn from eating your soul. You get that, right?

I don't know, could you explain it a bit more thoroughly?

[ Oh my god... she actually thinks he's serious.

...although being totally, permanently, never-coming-back dead sounds.........really, really nice. ]

[Okay yep bad joke confirmed. Her jaw tightens as anger bubbles up in her, and she puts the drink down, turning toward him as her blade forms itself in her right hand, seeming to emerge as always from the very veins of her wrist until it solidifies into a short but very sharp-looking knife. Not pointed at him or anything, just a gentle reminder. And then she speaks, slowly, as if he's a particularly stupid child.]

Sure. All right, Charles. You can't die here, nor can anyone else, but I can still cause you an awful lot of pain. I don't know why you're here right now, interrupting my meal. But if you're not careful, I'll add you to it. Would you like that?

With this many people here, I think that'd go worse for you than for me.

[ See, he cares about her well-being. ]

And if we're all stuck here, unable to die, wouldn't it be better just to play along?

[It would, and that's why she's making the threat without intending to follow through - at least, not while they're both sitting here. Maybe later. Maybe not at all, because there's a penalty she knows about that Charles isn't aware of. The gods did punish her directly for what she did and she doesn't particularly want to lose more than she already has.]

Nobody ever achieves anything by playing along. What would that even accomplish?

[She looks like she's about to say more, but then stops herself. Charles, you've just accidentally given her a brilliant idea. About everything, about this whole entire situation, about everyone being trapped between the false gods and the constructs that call them parasites.

An idea she doesn't want to share or even let on that she's had, so Caedra instead dissolves the knife with a wave of her hand and returns to her coffee.]

I hate this place.

[ See, he knew he'd survive this one. Probably. Maybe. ]

You'd be surprised what it can accomplish. Or what barriers not playing along will throw up in your way.

[ For example: his terrible daughter, who decided to make everyone else's lives miserable. ]

...I don't think many people particularly enjoy it here.

[She just nods and refrains from commenting about barriers and the like. No, now she has a plan. Sticking to that plan could be challenging, but not impossible. And she's pretty sure some of the things she has accomplished in life through sheer stubborn willpower should count as impossible so what's stopping her from doing less?]

No, and yet they don't do much about it, do they? They just live out their lives and wait for things to happen to them.

It's a lot easier to resign yourself to fate and do what you can from there.

Not that it seems like something you'd do.

So is that why you're so useless, then? You just sit and wait for things to happen to you? That's remarkably pathetic, even for a human, and they tend to be pathetic.

[Surely he must want something in life. Otherwise he's just a waste of space. Free blood should she ever need it for a ritual, maybe. Should chain him up somewhere and he can enjoy living out his life in the misery he apparently expects.]

I was speaking in a more general sense, though I appreciate your concern.

[ Although there was only so much he could do in the House. ]

I was too until you decided to defend such a miserable point of view as "easier". Only someone who thinks that way would act like it's a good thing.

[She's never even seen this kid show any sign of emotion other than grim acceptance and what might also just be general boredom. What would it take to make him actually angry? Not that it's even worth trying, probably unless she herself becomes that desperate for entertainment and that's hard to picture.]

There's a difference between defending it and saying why people might do what they do.

[ Gosh, Caedra, it's like you don't like...talk to people about their emotions. ]

Though it's true that we can't all be like you.

[ We can't all murder our problems. ]

[Oh you could all be like her and she's certain some day in the future you will be. The Abyss will swallow everything back up into its great maw of entropy and violence even if it's after she has come and gone. She just hopes she can play a leading role in all of that devastation.]

Fine, Charles. I actually don't really care either way. If most people, you or others, prefer to sit around twiddling their thumbs then they will get a lot less accomplished but I suppose that just means I accomplish more. Someone has to.

That's true, you must have accomplished a lot since getting here.

[ In mock-concern: ]

...you have, right?

I have, actually.

[No, really, she has. She's learned a lot about constructs and phones and other bits and pieces of technology and is busy writing up a summary for when she returns home. She's begun exploring the interests and abilities of some of the people here, to determine who is a threat and who might actually be helpful to her goals. And most of all, she did an initial test and found that the Abyss does reach here, even if its grasp is weak. She was able to draw other tanar'ri through. That's big - that's promising. She can send for help. She just has to figure out how to get a message, or herself, through in the other direction now.]

[ aw yay for her ]

Oh? Good for you.

[ Somehow, he manages to sound almost genuine. He isn't, but he sounds like he is. ]

[She stares at him a moment and then shakes her head at her plate. There is nothing to be gained from this and already she has put up with him for too long. So she stands, gathering her dishes.]

Go find someone else to bother.

[And if he doesn't follow that recommendation, well - she doesn't want to cause a stir at this nice party but she can certainly move both of them somewhere else.]

[ Nah, he'll just wave goodbye and let that be that. ]

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