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

James Tucker | OTA | cw dead animal?? idk

[nowherewolf]

[So there's a deer carcass on one of the tables, that sure is a thing. It's not the whole deer, someone has at least seen fit to skin and gut it first, but they sure haven't seen fit to cook it. It's lying next to a plate of Cuban sandwiches and a tall bottle of scotch. Which is how Tucker knows it's for him.

Aw, Hadriel gods, you shouldn't have. Like, you really shouldn't have. Tucker would much rather drag this home to eat it in private but now it's just? Here? Where everyone can see? Great.

He's clearly wondering how to deal with this conundrum whenever anyone approaches him. Should he, like, get a fork? God, whatever. He reaches for the scotch first.]

[evocation]

[The thing that cues Kyna in to the fact that this thing is meant for Tucker and he's not just gaping at is is the scotch, and Kyna pulls up short, a twizzler hanging out of her mouth.]

Dude, what the fuck.

[nowherewolf]

Don't use your catch-phrase on me.

[It's a joke but he sounds offended.]

Why are you even surprised by this, I've told you before. You've seen inside my fridge.

[evocation]

Yeah, but you don't usually have a whole dead deer hanging out in your fridge. How are you even gonna eat it? Chew on its leg?

[nowherewolf]

I would if I had a big enough fridge.

[No he wouldn't.]

And god, I don't know. What do they expect me to do? Just stick my face up in there? People are watching.

[No they aren't.]

[evocation]

No, they aren't.

[God!]

Do it anyway. It'll be gross.

(cw: dead animal)

[toiletseat_girl]

[that is in fact a deer carcass. she's seen them dead by the side of the road, but never skinned and gutted.

honestly, she's seen weirder. you ever see a guy who got did in by his own lawn mower? no, you haven't. George has, though.

she's carrying a plate of waffles with butter and blueberry syrup, scrambled eggs, and perfectly cooked bacon. she's also carrying a gallon jug of mimosas. don't ask for any, those are her damn mimosas. she's not sharing]

I take it you like your meat rare?

[nowherewolf]

[He's fine with the scotch, thanks.]

I mean... Yeah, actually. But this is... [He gestures.]

Extreme? I don't know. What do I do with this?

[toiletseat_girl]

[ordinarily, she would too, but she's got all breakfast foods. and breakfast foods call for breakfast drinks]

A lot? A lot a lot?

They weren't nice enough to give you a saw, were they?

[nowherewolf]

[Who says scotch isn't a breakfast drink?]

Maybe they expect me to just eat it with my teeth.

[Which... he would. If he was like, alone.]

See any steak knives? I don't want to dull mine.

[toiletseat_girl]

[...point taken]

Maybe? I mean, it might take a while, but it's possible?

[rude, gods. rude]

Yeah, sure. Lemme steal some from the table over there.

[comes back with an assortment of steak knives to choose from]

[abyssalarcana]

[Caedra comes ambling by after a time, as she looks over table after table piled with food. It's interesting what can be learned about a person's favorites, sure - but mostly she's just overjoyed that there's actually a feast here in the first place. This place has been so devoid of entertainment and luxury for the entire month she's been here that something as mundane as a room packed full of mortals eating dinner is at least a break in the tedium and provides some small amount of something resembling the lavish dinners she often was invited to whenever the slightest reason for decadence presented itself.

And my, look at this! Talk about a meal fit for a king - though most kings presumably prefer their venison roasted, or maybe sliced finely and served with oil and lemon if it's going to be raw. She shakes her head a little at the sight, and then eyes Tucker, with her own cup and plate in hand. She's been outed a million times over already in recent weeks, so who cares if they see her clearly enjoying the treat that soul larvae are, even if they're dead. The coffee is where it's at, anyway.]

If nothing else, I think you might have gotten the largest serving out of everyone. Better eat it all, wouldn't want the gift to go to waste, right?

[nowherewolf]

Oh I'm gonna eat it all. Eventually.

[Maybe in multiple portions after like, drying it or something. That's gotta be pretty easy in this climate.]

So don't get any ideas. [He pops open the scotch and takes a swig, letting out a breath. Ah, it's good stuff at least.]

Just figuring out how to, uh. Approach. [His eyes slide over to her plate, for actually the second time, but the first was just to make sure it wasn't a weapon. He frowns.]

What the hell are those?

[abyssalarcana]

These?

[She sets her cup on her plate and picks up one of the hideous things so he can get a better look at it. It sort of... jiggles slightly, and its mouth hangs open in slack-jawed terror, with its eyes screwed tightly shut against whatever had possibly frightened it to death.]

We call them simrevi. Soul larvae in Common, I think that's what they say. When you die, if you weren't a follower of one of the gods, your soul gets turned into these! And they're amazing with butter. Actually even better is if you batter and deep-fry them really hot and fast, so that they're crispy on the outside and gooey in the middle but the trick is to be fast enough so you can do that and eat them while they're still alive!

[Is she for real or is she just saying this to freak you out who knows it's Caedra]

[nowherewolf]

[Yeah okay, Tucker has eaten literal roadkill? Willingly? And he wouldn't touch that thing with a 50 foot pole.]

That's uh. Yikes. So what that's a fuckin' soul?

[That better not be true in his world. Then again, his world does connect to the Abyss. Ugh. Does he even have a soul? Or is he too close to an animal to count?]

[abyssalarcana]

[She wiggles it a little, just for you and that disgusted expression.]

Well, it was. Now it's just the shell of one I guess. But yes, at least by the time they make it to us, this is what they look like. I didn't think they could hold this form while dead, but there are greater mysteries than that here.

[It's funny, though, how often she's had to explain this tonight. She doesn't mind doing it, freaking the others out is amusing, but it's a strange feeling to be reminded that so much of what she has taken for granted as common knowledge for decades now is completely unknown to most material plane residents. Poor mortals, they know so little.]

They're funny, aren't they! Funnier when alive still though. Sometimes they try to bite back!

[drabsolutelynot]

.......fine...choice....?

[Rosen is just going to stare between you and the carcass oddly]

[nowherewolf]

Listen, I didn't pick this.

[He's not rejecting it, either.]

The gods are just assholes.

[drabsolutelynot]

Of course

[He doesn't believe you]

Except, if you'd permit me to ask, if it wasn't your choice, how did you know it was for you?

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker holds up the bottle of scotch and gives it a little shake.]

This. And the Cubans. Those two things together's gotta be me. And since they were arranged around this fuckin' thing, it must be mine, too.

feel free to assume they actually exchanged names after last time

[killthisparty]

What the fuck.

[ That's the biggest piece of whatever the fuck Party's ever seen and he's actually disturbed.]

What the fuck is that?

[nowherewolf]

A deer. But like, without all the fur on.

[He gestures to it, takes a swig of the scotch.]

Wait, do you know what a deer is with the fur on?

[killthisparty]

[ He steps closer to it, still very obviously grossed out.]

In pictures...

[ He stares at it. It smells and it's gross and shiny.


...he reaches out to poke it. Then he gives his own finger an equally grossed out look.]

What the fuck...

[nowherewolf]

[Okay, now he's mildly offended? Come on bro.]

What, never seen raw meat before?

[killthisparty]

[ He needs to touch new things, okay? Even the gross sticky soft things. It's how he learns.]

No.

[ He's still staring at it. He's seen meat before, just processed to hell and back. Plastic cases and barcodes. Too many years ago.]

It smells.