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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
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.
the 19th
she's branched out into trying the foods and drinks of other people. so she's wandering the tables, nibbling and sipping at whatever looks good.
she sees a friendly face from her most recent network post and goes over to say hi]
Nostalgic? For home? [always asking the personal questions] And, sure. Why not?
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[ He doesn't mind the personal questions. ] Yes, for home. The whiskey reminds me of those cold winer nights in my drafty castle, sharing a firelit dinner with my brother Celegorm and that huge intelligent genial wolfhound of his. Or else riding the vast windy plain we guarded to keep the enemy from intruding on our lands, stopping to camp and share a flask and a joke, to sleep rolled up in cloaks and blankets, hearing the howling of wolves in the distance, always on the alert even in our sleep. And the wine makes me think of those rare celebrations when all seven of us brothers were together, sipping the lovely sweet beverage of river-laced, green Ossiriand. We couldn't grow grapes in our territory, it was far too cold. So we had to import the wine up from the south.
[ He hands her a glass of whichever she prefers, the wine or the whiskey. ] And yourself, George? Does the food and drink make you nostalgic for your home?
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okay, good. she's still new at this whole peopleing thing and doesn't always know what is and isn't appropriate to ask] ...that sounds nice. Even though, y'know, wolves. The whole companionship and a common goal thing. [for a moment, she misses the other Reapers. even though they were all pains in her ass] And seven brothers? Wow. That's a lot. I take it you guys all got along?
[she takes the whiskey] ...I guess so. Me and the other Reapers, we used to meet up at this diner called Der Waffle Haus and get out assignments.
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It was. . . nice. It was the best time of my life. I had a son, too, whom I was raising after his mother left me. He grew up in that country, and I and his uncles all adored him and raised him. Yes, the companionship was good, the best, in fact. And it was good to have a common goal. But it's true that seven children is a lot for an Elvish family. We bickered and quarreled and helped each other and took care of one another -- in short, we loved each other dearly.
[ He lifts his glass in a toasting gesture and then sips. ] Ah, that explains the importance of the waffles! What were the other Reapers like? Did you get along with all of them? [ She mentioned her boss in their network conversation, but not the others. ]
(cw: drug mention, suicide)
That all sounds. . . really nice. Other than the mom leaving part, that would suck. But it sounds like your son must've gotten a lot of love, anyway. Which is important, y'know? [in George's household, love was not often said and even more rarely felt] I can't imagine having that many brothers. I barely got by with one sister.
[she does the same] They were. Well. The one I liked the best is gone now. Hitched a ride on someone else's afterlife. Rube was my boss and he was a hardass. So was Roxy, though she could be nice. Sometimes. But Daisy got on my nerves. She was my roommate and she was an actress. And never got tired of telling us all about the famous men she'd slept with. And Mason. Just. . . Mason. Killed himself accidentally while chasing the ultimate high and he's been chasing it ever since.
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It was nice, and yes, Celebrimbor received a lot of love. [ Right up until they parted ways over Curufin's attempt to usurp his cousin Finrod's kingdom. But Cel and Curufin reconciled here at Hadriel, so all is well. Or as well as it can be. ] His mother loved him too, but he was more tightly bonded to me, so she gave him to me when she left. It was not an act of abandonment, but an act of love. Sad all the same, though.
Having many siblings does make for a crowded, noisy house! But you had a sister? Did you get along well? [ If love was rarely said or felt, that is sad. But sometimes even from such a household, some good can come. Curufin would hope so for George's sake. ]
[ He drinks his toast and considers a Reaper's afterlife. ] So, one you liked and esteemed is gone, and there are two hardasses left, and you were stuck with an actress for a roommate. And this Mason person is chasing the ultimate high? [ He's have something in common with the Elvish artists. ] Did the group of you ever have moments of coherence, of feeling that you were doing something necessary and worthwhile?
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that's a thing this place can be supposedly good for. finding people from your world and reconciling with them] Then, that's better, I guess. Most people I knew who only had one parent, the other wasn't really a prize, you know?
[Reggie brings up all kinds of conflicting emotions] ...not really. I mean, she would do stuff like camp out in my closet and follow me around but back then, I wasn't--wasn't exactly good at the whole emotions thing. [unfortunately, the Lass household often felt like four strangers living in the same house.
she considers a moment] No. Not really. I mean, I felt it with Betty--the one who's gone--but with the others, it was more like a job with lousy hours and no pay.
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And Curufin would say that if this place has a purpose at all, that must be it. Finding those you love and reconciling. ] I'm afraid that was true in our case. It was me who wasn't the prize. But is it common, in your world, for couples to split up? It sounds as though it is.
[ He smiles. ] She'd camp out in your closet? That sounds very sisterly. I never had a sister, but I loved my cousin Aredhel dearly, and she used to do the closet-campout thing. It is too bad about the emotions. But perhaps someday you'll meet your sister again, and have a second chance.
And it's too bad about the Reapers. How did Betty hitch a ride on someone else's afterlife? But maybe you will meet her again someday, too. And as for the job? -- [ He makes a face. ] You certainly deserve better!
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Yeah, I--I didn't get it at the time. And, maybe. I hope it's not here, though, she's only ten years old. This is no place for a kid that age.
Betty jumped into it while it was still open. I know something went wrong, though, because usually when an afterlife goes away, it's just gone. This time, there was something like an explosion. And, I would like to think so.
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I think it's easy to miss things when we are young -- to not understand what we need to understand. Our comprehension isn't perfect, and there is no way it can be, especially when we are children. All we can do is try to make up for that later in life. And I agree, Hadriel is no place for a ten-year-old. If you ever meet your sister again, I hope it is somewhere else.
It sounds as though this afterlife phenomenon is more complicated in your world than it is in mine! How does an afterlife either disappear or explode? And I wonder, can a Reaper put together a resume and apply for a different job?
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You're way more generous with younger me than I usually am. And I probably would've tried making things up to Reggie, if I'd had more time. I just [she shrugs] died and kind of got screwed over where my sister comes in. Other than following her from afar, which I did. A lot. I hope it's somewhere else and I hope I'm not a Reaper at the time.
It disappears and takes the soul up with it. It looks like little glowy lights. But when Betty jumped in, it didn't go up with the glowy lights, it went out with a flash of light. And we're given different identities to use. Mine was Mildred Hagen, twenty-two years old. That's how we get by in the "real world."
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Well, somebody ought to be generous with the younger you! I don't doubt you did the best you could. I'm not surprised you followed Reggie from afar -- could you have protected her, if she had gotten into trouble? And yes, I wish you a future in which you are not a Reaper, and you meet your sister again.
Why did Betty jump in? Was she trying to go with the soul to wherever it was going? Well, Mildred Hagen, pleased to meet you! [ Smile ] Did Mildred have a cover job on earth?
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[she considers] ...no, I really didn't do the best I could. I did as little as possible to get by. And, I don't know if I could've protected her or not. Rube told me that we shouldn't be seen by our families in our old lives. But I couldn't help wanting to look after her. And I don't think I'm going to be that lucky.
I think that's it, yeah. She was tired of waiting for what came next, so she took things into her own hands. [she sticks out her tongue slightly] Ugh, no. I'm George here. Just George. And Mildred had a job with a temp agency.
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I've often noticed how hard it is for human beings to give themselves any kind of credit for anything. I have that problem myself. But after your death, you did want to look after Reggie -- I think that's important. Rube should have bent the rules and supported you in that. And I hope you are that lucky someday.
Poor Betty. But maybe she's gone to a better place. [ Not meant facetiously! ] Okay, George it is! And poor Mildred. . . a temp agency?
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...I'm not exactly in the habit of giving myself credit for anything. And I did. 'Cause I fucked up so badly while I was alive. And Rube wouldn't know how to bend anything. He'd snap like a twig first.
I hope so? It would suck if she was punished somehow. And a temp agency is a place that sets people up with temporary jobs.
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Hmm. But that's your right, to look back and see where you made mistakes and try to put them right. [ Small laugh on the boss's account. ] Rube must have been a brittle sort.
Let's hope that Betty escaped. Oh, I get it. . . that's why they call it a TEMP agency. But it sounds gruesome. What use is a temporary job? Unless you can't get anything else? Jeez, they could have made you a lawyer or something.
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I think I'm doing better? I'm trying a little harder, anyway. And brittle would be putting it mildly.
I really hope so. And I couldn't get anything else. Had no skills, had no college. So I wasn't qualified for a job that was much better than "would you like fries with that."
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I believe you. I feel when I talk to you that it matters to you to try, to make things different. And may Rube snap like a twig, perish of his own brittleness and cruelty! Maybe somebody else who has more feeling for people would take over his job.
[ He makes a face over the job that requires only a certificate in French fries. ] You didn't get to go to college? That is too bad.
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Well. I'm better about that now. For most of my life, I didn't give a shit about anything or anybody. And then I died and then I came here and it's like. . . feelings! Everywhere. And I doubt I'll be so lucky.
...I kind of did. But then I quit mid-semester.
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My father never looked at another woman, not even after he and my mother split up. There was never another, for him or for her. But my grandfather, I'm afraid, was another story. His first wife, Miriel, died after my father was born, and I don't blame my grandfather for marrying again. But I saw his eyes when some lovely young Elf-maid would pass by, and I wondered then and now if in fact he was faithful to his second wife. She certainly regarded him with suspicion. But then he died, and grandmother Miriel came back to life -- so that she wouldn't have to spend eternity with him, I suspect! And then she and the second wife ended up together! [ He chuckles a little over the vagaries of his complicated Elvish family. He's rather proud of his grandmother for her stubbornness and insistence on choosing her own fate. ]
Yes, isn't it strange how Hadriel is a second chance for so many people? The gods don't intend us any blessings, but blessings happen to us anyway. Are you okay with dealing with so many feelings? Say! -- if you ever go back to your world, they should give you Rube's job. You know enough now to teach a Reaper how to do the job with compassion, and to tacitly support them for bending the rules when necessary.
What happened to make you quit college?
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[it takes her a moment to digest that story. to say that it ended unexpectedly would be putting it mildly] So, wait, your grandma and your stepgrandma wound up a couple? That's so cool. Good on them for showing your granddad a thing or two. Even though he was dead and probably couldn't exactly see it.
Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Because I have friends here. I've never had friends before. It's weird. But also nice. I dunno if I wanna go back to my world. But I dunno if I don't wanna go home. I'm just kind of trying to keep my options open.
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[ Chuckle. ] That's exactly what happened. My grandma and my step-grandma moved in together and became a couple. I always did wonder if grandfather knew, and if he had a conniption fit when he found out. [ Grin. ]
Weird but nice. . . I like that description. I've always had family, and they had my back, but I'm not sure I ever had friends. I have them here, though. And I like it. But if you ever go back to your own world, maybe you'll take your ability to make friends with you? And then you wouldn't feel alone in that world. But options, yes. I guess none of us really knows if we'll be staying here or going elsewhere. It would be nice if you had the choice, though?