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!
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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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Dr. Lance Sweets | OTA

[lifetothefullest]

[Right after Lance had first arrived, there had been a big party kind of like this; it had been a more formal event, and more sedate, but still very similar. It seems vaguely weird that there's another one almost exactly a year later.

But Lance is definitely not complaining, because he barely remembers the last one. He remembers conversations, and being at the event, and that there were muffins, but that's about it; everything else is murky and vague, because he had been so seriously injured at the time and focusing so hard on just functioning. Looking back, Lance isn't sure how he got through the first few weeks in Hadriel, and aside from individual conversations and events here and there doesn't actually remember either.

So he's enjoying this feast a lot more than the last, especially knowing that one thing--at least for now--is going right, and that is that they'd successfully found and hidden Name. The whole situation has been and still is stressful, so a chance to relax a little is very welcome.

He finds the selection of food meant for him easily enough, it being a weird combination of pizza, blueberry muffins, and pomegranate juice, and has to remind himself not to eat all of it at once and make himself sick or something. Besides, it's always more fun to share meals, especially if that involves trading for new things he's never tried before. So, whenever he sees someone with something interesting, he suggests--]

Do you want to trade a little?

[braveoff]

[ Drake hasn't hit the year mark to remember the Seven Days of Hadriel -- the closest thing to this he remembers is the post-paintball party, which was nice enough for everybody else, but didn't cater to him. So he's also enjoying this feast more than the last, even if he's secretly a bit stressed by it. Lots of people are looking to trade and one bite of anything meant for him would seriously ruin a human's day on multiple levels, which means he's stuck guarding this table for the moment.

At least he'd grabbed a drink already, and when Lance comes by he knows he won't have to lie. ]

Hey, man. Depends how adventurous you're feeling.

[lifetothefullest]

[Ugh, that's what he gets for having his attention on the food and not who's holding it; he wrinkles his nose a little, giving Drake a flat look for his comment, but it's clearly jokingly.]

I think I've used up all my adventurousness for the month.

[But that said--]

How are you doing? I haven't seen you in awhile.

[toiletseat_girl]

[George is dressed informally, in jeans, a tshirt, and Converse sneakers. so in other words, her usual uniform. when she sees Lance, of course she has to go over to say hi.

this feast is definitely enjoyable. she's been eating platefuls of waffles with butter and blueberry syrup, scrambled eggs, and perfectly cooked bacon while taking drinks out of a gallon jug of mimosas. she's nowhere near tipsy, she just likes the flavor of the orange juice mixed with the champagne.

she'd be delighted to hear that they've found and secured Name.

...and blueberry muffins, yum]

You can have something of mine in exchange for a bite of that muffin.

[lifetothefullest]

You can have the whole thing; I've already had one.

[And he shouldn't repeat the muffin incident of... When was it again? 2011? Something like that. Anyway he'd eaten a lot of muffins that day.

Anyway, George's food looks awesome, and he's more than willing to trade a whole muffin for getting to try a little of a few things.]

[toiletseat_girl]

Really? Cool. Thanks.

[she helps herself to the blueberry muffin. muffins. yum. and George would be very curious about the Great Muffin Incident of 2011, so better not mention it to her.

she gestures towards her plate] Pick anything you like. There's more where that came from.

[lifetothefullest]

[It's not actually all that interesting of a story, so at least she's not missing out on anything particularly good.]

Awesome, thank you.

[It all looks so good but he totally goes for a piece of bacon first. He hasn't had bacon in so long and it's not something he typically eats all the time at home either, so it's an unusual treat.]

What are you drinking?

[It looks like orange juice but who knows.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[that's a comfort]

Hey, it's no problem. Friends share shit.

[it's absolutely perfect. just the right amount of crisp and the right amount of moist. and there's plenty of it]

Mimosas. I guess they figured that if I'm having breakfast food, I might as well have a breakfast drink.

[and there's another jug where that came from]

[lifetothefullest]

Especially when there's a ton of it.

[Sharing makes it more fun, and besides, even Lance can't eat that much pizza without getting bored.

And omg this bacon is amazing and life is beautiful again.]

Yeah? I got pomegranate juice, which is nice since I didn't have to pay for it.

[And it's expensive as hell.]

[hot_mes]

[Lance, why is everything you're eating bread?]

No. [okay that was rude even for Law] ...no thanks.

[lifetothefullest]

[Don't judge him and his carbs okay. And he's not offended by the response, although it does make him ask--]

Are you okay?

[He presumes the rudeness is probably due to tension, maybe about the whole Name issue?]

[hot_mes]

Fine.

[it's probably more likely due to switching from liquor to coffee and back again all night, not fully tipsy but also heavily caffeinated after weeks of withdrawal. Also, bread. He's offended by your bread, Lance. But for him to notice that something is off, Law can't help but look around the room like he has been all night]

...you haven't happened to see a very tall blond man, here? I mean easily three meters tall. Wearing sunglasses.

[lifetothefullest]

[What's wrong with bread omg besides it's also blueberries and pepperonis. Super healthy and balanced.

Lance's eyebrows furrow a little at that reaction, glancing around when Law does, but then shakes his head at the question.]

I haven't, but I haven't been paying a lot of attention either. Who is it?

[hot_mes]

[do not get him started on bread it's like it killed his family]

Someone from my world. [said heavily, in the sense that it's not someone he's happy to see] If you saw him you would know, he's hard to miss. If he shows up, I need to get away.

[lifetothefullest]

[Fine he'll just enjoy his bread all alone. But wow, that response isn't ominous at all.]

Why? What did he do?

[He presumes there's some serious history there, but it could really vary in what kind of history that actually is.]

[redwinekindofgirl]

[She purses her lips at him before she replies, deciding in a split second of thought to put aside certain things said relatively recently in favour of--]

Is that blueberry?

[One hand is holding a bowl of pad thai, piled far higher than any amount a young woman her size should be capable of eating. With the other, she indicates a blueberry muffin.]

I'll share this with you for one of those.

[lifetothefullest]

[Lance's attention has been more on food than the people carrying such food, and so he doesn't realize at first that it's Julie until he hears her voice. Yeah, okay, awkward, but her response is pretty neutral so he'll just go with it.]

Yeah, it is, and you totally have a deal.

[Pad thai is awesome, and he could definitely use some of the vegetables included. He offers her one of the muffins, as promised, though it feels like an unfair trade still and so--]

Have you ever had pomegranate juice?

[redwinekindofgirl]

Neat.

[She picks up the muffin after she puts the bowl down, not really thinking of the trade in terms of fair as much as she got what she wanted out of it.

While she's pulling the top off the muffin with surgical precision he speaks again, and she lifts her eyebrows at him.]

I don't think I've even seen pomegranate juice.

[lifetothefullest]

[At that response, he pulls one of the small bottles of pomegranate juice out of his pocket and holds it out to her.]

Now you have. It's kind of tart and it's probably an acquired taste, but it's good.

[redwinekindofgirl]

[She eyes the small bottle - why such a small bottle? - then takes it, setting it to one side for after she's finished the muffin.]

'Acquired taste' is just another way of saying 'drink until you can kid yourself you like it'. [Julie comments, but there's a small grin in the worlds.]

My mom used to say the same thing about cauliflower.

[abbatis]

[A feast like this does very little to someone like Edgar who doesn't enjoy, uh, 'usual' kind of food and nourishment. The delicious smells from the food reaches to his sensitive nose but fails to rouse up any kind of appetite out of him. He's nibbled food from here and there whenever he felt pair of eyes watching him, tasting nothing. Of course, the gods had seemed to think of him while making the arrangements for the feast by preparing a bowl filled with blood on one of the tables -- which, Edgar had left untouched out of discretion.

But the reason why he had came to the party altogether was the company. His need to be around others was too great to ignore and who knows, maybe he'll be able to find more people -- beings -- like him or other useful contacts. He's walking between tables, looking more at the people rather than the food on the present when he's all suddenly addressed.

Ah. Pizza and other 'junk food.']

I'm afraid that you wouldn't enjoy the food I was given here.

[lifetothefullest]

Oh, okay.

[Another person with weird dietary restrictions, he presumes; not too unusual here, and so he doesn't think too much of it. More interestingly, Edgar is unfamiliar and so--]

Are you a recent arrival? I don't think we've met.

[abbatis]

[Ah, that's unusual. Normally whenever Edgar even makes small hints about having rather specific diet, basing it either on family traditions or health reasons, people get very nosy. Which.. he assumes is understandable, no matter how annoying it can get.
A more genuine, charming smile out of appreciation.]

I suppose. If you count month 'recent.' [Then he holds out his hand to a shake. The last time this gesture had greatly backfired at him but now he wants to trust him not to bring up any questions about the coldness in his touch.. and miss the lack of pulse.] I'm Edgar. What is your name, Mr. Sweet tooth?

[lifetothefullest]

A month is pretty recent. A few days ago was my year anniversary.

[Lance has gotten pretty used to this sort of thing in that time; he's met another vampire, is friends with a zombie, and argued with an alien seemingly made up partially of ice.

It's for those reasons that although he notes the coldness when he accepts the handshake, he doesn't think much of that either; he can't tell about the pulse, which would be a little weirder. And the question earns a quiet laugh, because--]

Close, actually; my name is Dr. Lance Sweets. Psychologist, not medical doctor, since people usually ask.

[Might as well get that explanation out of the way.]

It's nice to meet you, Edgar.

[abbatis]

I see. Would it be too out of place to congratulate you on the anniversary? [He jokes and pulls his hand away after the shake, crossing his arms behind his back. A year itself is a very short time to Edgar. They go pass him within a blink of an eye the same way hours and days do -- time itself means different to him than to most humans. But spending that time in here? Trapped and at mercy of unknown while being forced away from his own people? That sounds almost unbearable.]

Psychologist? [His eyes almost beams at the mention of that.] That must be awfully interesting. There aren't many of those where I'm from.