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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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[Funny how the feeling comes back so easily, like being in love for the two of them is so much easier than ever being without. It's just their base state at this point. Even trapped for a dozen years, it was Barry's love for her that kept Lup afloat in that place. The wicked gods in charge of the city could never make her forget that, no matter what cruel words they may have slipped into his mouth before. It wasn't Barry who said them. It never was.]

Y'know - [And maybe it's way too early for this considering Lup was feeling nervous at the idea of hugging him moments before, but it's always been easier for her to deal with suggestive flirting than real emotional vulnerability. Even now.

Lup feels his hands slide down to meet with hers, palm-to-palm, and she shifts to shoot Barry a flirty look over her shoulder.] Play your cards right and it just might end up on your floor, handsome.

[And with their hands clasped, Lup doesn't leave room for Barry's response - maybe she's just a little afraid of him saying no, he needs more time - but the woman tugs him along with her towards where the banquet tables lay stretched out and weighed down with food. Lup's content with slipping that little suggestion in and then letting it sit for the rest of the night, knowing Barry won't be able to just tuck it away completely.]

Dinner sounds bomb. You check out this spread yet? Last few parties in this place it's been pretty mediocre, but they finally got shit right. Even saw Taako's fave just laying around.

Edited 2018-04-24 06:33 (UTC)

[Indeed, Barry doesn't get a response out as Lup starts pulling him towards the tables, the words stuck in his throat. His face turns an interesting hot shade of red as he sputters. That. Yeah, that's. That's a nice feeling. After their little stint over the phone the other day, Barry has had a hard time thinking of anything else than Lup in his room, on his bed, with her dress pooled on the floor, and now... well.

He certainly can't get it out of his head now.]

I, I, I, um, uh-- n-no, I, I haven't yet.

[How do?? words?? work again?? Barry struggles to sound intelligent while Lup pulls him by the hand, talking about dinner like she hadn't just insinuated that tonight might end with them sharing a bed again.]

It all, uh. Smells real good. [He clears his throat, chuckles.] What're you in th'mood for? I don't even know what I'd wanna eat outta all this.

[There's no hiding how pleased Lup is with that response to her flirty offer to spend the night together again, her chin tipping upwards while Barry struggles with words, his entire face going the cutest shade of red she's ever seen. Barry trips over his own tongue while she leads them to the table, smiling while he works to slip right back into the conversation, her fingers giving his hand a gentle squeeze from where they're intertwined.

This close to the table, Barry's right. The selection is just massive, a hundred different warring scents wafting through the room, every single type of meat and vegetable imaginable on display in some form or another.]

I'm hopin' to get in a taste of just about everything. [Lup smirks Barry's way, meeting his eye with a playful wink.]

Aren't you?

Y-Yeah I sure am, ha-ha-hah. Hah.

[When did his voice get so shrill?? Lup well and truly has his number. She knows exactly what she's doing, and it's working. It's the same thing she'd do back when they were still so new to this. Shamelessly flirt and make suggestive statements about innocent things, seeing just how flustered she could make him. The answer is very. Very flustered.

As embarrassed and red in the face as he is, Barry also feels his heart clench with a warm, fond nostalgia at the way she teases. It's like no time has passed at all. More like they've gone back in time. Back before fighting, before Hadriel, before being separated, even before the concert.

But this is better, somehow. They have more security now. They know each other better. They're bonded in ways beyond the physical, an unbreakable undying spiritual connection. Barry brings himself back to the moment with a squeeze to Lup's hand.]

I, uh... Maybe somethin' light for now. Somethin' easy. [He grins at her, flushed and so, so happy.] I wanna take y'dancin' afterwards.

[That squeeze of his hand in return is all it takes to leave Lup feeling warm, that almost predatory touch to her grin disappearing into a less toothy, but still completely genuine smile. She may be laying the flirting on a little thick, but Barry out of anyone would know she's doing it because she feels happy and comfortable in his presence, because she loves dragging reactions out of him, because it's such a big part of who they are.

However the night ends up, Lup already knows this is going to be one of the happiest of her life. Just getting this second chance together when she'd been so worried they were completely through, this is everything. Barry is everything. She'll always fight for him, for the chance to the together, for as long as they're able.

Barry fought for her for over a decade while she as trapped. Lup can pick up some of the slack now.]

You read my mind, stud. We can take a trip to Flavor Country later. I want to get you on that dance floor until our feet fall off. It's been forever since we danced. Think you've gone all rusty?

[She hates having to release his hand, but there's just no working the buffet without using both - unless they want to work some tricky magic into dishing up their food - so Lup slips her hand from his and holds out a plate for him to hold instead.] Don't get greedy and try somethin' with cheese on me. I want you at your best tonight, Bluejeans.

[Stud. No matter the circumstance, hearing her call him that always gives him butterflies.]

Me? Rusty? I'm sorry, y'must have me confused with somebody else.

[Maybe a little too cocky, a little over-eager. It has been a hot minute since Barry danced with anyone, chances are he might be a little rusty. But dancing is in his blood, okay? He can waltz with his eyes closed, he can lead and spin and dip you in his sleep, and have you seen this man body-roll? He's got a lot of body to roll. Barry Bluejeans will damn well put on his Dancejeans and grapevine circles around some fools.

He accepts the plate with a chuckle, glancing over the spread of food on the table, considering his options. Some finger food seems in order. Small sandwiches or chicken wings or maybe those celery sticks he spots towards the middle of the table. Is that peanut butter on the celery? And raisins? Looks scrumptious!]

Yes, ma'am. Believe me, I'm gonna be in tip-top shape for this. Y'thinkin' hors d'oeuvres and a quick shot before we mosey to th'dance floor?

That's what I like to hear. We're gonna show everyone here how it's done.

[Is there a single hotter sight in this world than Barry J. Bluejeans all dolled up in his Dancejeans, body-rolling like an expert in her direction? Not likely.

While Barry carefully considers the options laid out before him, Lup's already approaching the banquet with an idea of exactly what she wants to try now, what she wants to try later, and what she's going to end up sneaking home before the night is over. Lup's already making quick work of the hors d'oeuvres, plucking nearly one of each up and piling them on her plate, skipping over anything that looks a little too heavy for what is going to be a very active night of dancing.]

Works for me. [Satisfied with her selection, Lup turns back to Barry and grins, her hand resting briefly over his wrist.]

I'll snag us a table if you wanna grab the shots.

[Lup takes a little bit of everything, while Barry just helps himself to a few bits and pieces that catches his interest, just enough to get his energy up for dancing. Knowing Lup, she can go for hours once she gets started. He doesn't want to disappoint.]

Sure thing, Lup.

[And right then in that moment, with Lup's hand on his wrist and the tone between them so casual and nice, Barry feels an instinctual pull in his body to lean in and give her a peck on the cheek. Like he used to, like he's done for decades. A motion that's so familiar to him he almost does it without thinking. But he catches himself as he starts leaning in, freezing in place, realizing what he's about to do. That's. This is. But it's. What would be the harm if he just... leaned in and did it?

Barry doesn't want to rush this. They're not there yet. What if Lup doesn't want it? So he straightens up with a quiet chuckle, his cheeks bright red, and before he starts explaining or apologizing he just walks off to grab some shot glasses and liquor for them.

He's going to need a couple more shots than he realized. Dating is complicated.]

[She sees it as clear as day.

Barry looks at her, fondness and just a touch of hope beneath his gaze, before he's leaning in just barely and Lup knows exactly where this is going. She tips her head closer to him, offering her cheek, sucking in a breath to hold the closer that Barry gets. She can practically feel his lips gliding against her skin, his soft, warm breath against her face...

And just like that he's gone, a flash of a flushed red face and that's it. Chickened out.

It's disappointing, but Lup can't quite find it in herself to be too upset. All she can focus on right now is the burst of butterflies in her belly, the warmth that seeps out all the way to her toes, which curl from the bubbling anticipation. Her whole body tenses up in the most delightful way possible while she watches Barry's familiar form disappear into the crowd, her gaze lingering on his butt in this jeans before he's out of sight.

She has it so bad, judging from the so-in-love smile that curls at the woman's mouth while she takes her plate and finds a spare table. Sixty years together and Barry still makes her giggle and swoon.]

[The hunt for booze is a perfect excuse for Barry to cool himself off. He almost messed up, almost went too far - although did he? Had he imagined Lup leaning in, anticipating a kiss? Inviting it? Had he imagined that little noise she made as he leaned in?

A million questions in the same vein race through his mind as he locates a lonely bottle of liquor, not even caring much about what's in it. All that matters is getting as shitfaced as possible as soon as possible. Forget all about how badly he almost fucked up - or, alternatively, how badly he just fucked up by not following through. He's kissed her so many times, is this time really any different? What kind of man chickens out kissing his own wife? Lup must think he's a complete wet blanket. He should've just done it, why didn't he do it, asfdfgfjk--]

I-I'm back!

[He tries for a casual smile as he approaches Lup at the table she's found, holding out the shot-glasses and the bottle of whatever he'd found.] I come bearin' gifts for th'lady.

[It's tequila. He's inadvertently brought tequila to their date. No way this can backfire, right?]

Edited 2018-06-16 08:25 (UTC)

[By the time that Barry returns, Lup's shaken off any residual fluster from her nerves, the elf waiting for her husband with an easy, too casual grin, though no amount of feigned chillness could hide the genuine delight in her eyes when he's back at her side. It feels like he's slotting right into place, right where he was always meant to belong. They've already spent far too long apart, Lup's so ready for all of this to be over.

For everything to go back to normal between them. Hopefully this night will give them some of that closure, help them take the right steps they need to together.]

You're back! And with booze!

[Just as promised.]

I was startin' to think you made a run for it. [Lup slips close enough to bump his hip with hers, an affectionate gesture, as she reaches for the bottle.] Tryin' to get out while you still had the chance. But you came back, so that means you're all mine for the evening. Barry J. Bluejeans, you an' I are gonna dance our asses off an' get totally trashed on -

[The elf's eyes finally leave Barry's face to slide down to the bottle.] Tequila, huh? [How bold of him. Lup likes it. ] Guess I'm not the only one eager to ditch these clowns for some alone time, huh?

[But Lup's already filling their shot glasses. There's no going back now.]

[Barry lets Lup tease him, chuckling softly and shaking his head as she insinuates he was trying to leave. Given how badly he'd embarrassed himself earlier, it's not outside the realm of possibility. But he'd never. Especially not now, when they're having such a fun time together.

Given what's in the bottle he'd brought back, they're about to have an even more fun time.]

O-Oh. Oh, I uh, I didn't-- I didn't know…

[Not that it matters. Lup is already lining up their shot glasses and pouring them full. Guess they're having tequila tonight whether he intended to or not.

It could've been worse though. Much worse. If he's supposed to take her dancing later, Barry is going to need all the liquid courage he can get.]

Yeah. Y-Yeah, you're right. [He grabs a seat next to her, his leg touching hers, and once his shot glass is full, he takes hold of it and raises it in a little toast.]

To ditchin’ these clowns. Together.

Edited 2018-07-06 21:28 (UTC)

Together.

[Lup tips her shot glass forward to clink against his, before she's throwing her head back and drowning it completely. And that's one.

It's a few more shots later into the night, when Lup's slid clear over in her chair to tip her whole body into Barry's side, that the elf's ears lift at the slight shift in music, to something with an almost hypnotizing rhythm. Considering how careful they've been around touching one another tonight, there's no hesitation on the woman's part to grab at Barry's wrist, grinning up at him from where she's pressed against his side.]

We should dance! I don't wanna miss our chance.

[As Lup gets more comfortable - and more drunk - through the night, Barry too gets more comfortable - and more drunk. That tequila sure hits fast and hard. Her whole frame starts sinking into his side at one point, and he happily drapes an arm around her shoulders under the pretense of keeping her steady, reveling in any opportunity he gets to just keep touching her. She feels good. Warm and slight and strong, just as he remembers.

She grabs his wrist, urging him to the dance floor, and although Barry would rather stay here all night, wrapped up in her, he couldn't ever resist that grin.]

Yeah! Dance, we should-- we should dance.

[Getting up on marginally steady feet, Barry takes Lup's hand and lets her guide him out on the dance floor. If he knows her the way he does, she'll probably want to squeeze past the other couples and claim the very center just for them.]

[A few months apart, but Barry still knows his wife too well.

Lup squeezes at Barry's hand before dragging him through the crowd, not stopping for anyone as she pulls him straight through all of the other dancers so she can squeeze the two of them right at the very center, playfully bumping another woman out of the way with her hip before turning to face him again. The music pounds in their ears, upbeat and rhythmic and just perfect for the kind of dancing the elf prefers, as Lup drops her hands around Barry's neck and tugs him close enough that his belly brushes up against her.

Without even waiting for his hands to curl at her middle, she's moving her hips, finding her own beat to follow as the music picks up speed.]

Edited 2018-07-28 03:46 (UTC)

[Lup gets close - really close - her hands pulling him so close he can feel her body against his, their fronts pressed together. It’s like they were never apart. Barry’s hands move on their own, finding and holding her sharp hips, already moving to the music.

She feels incredible. How he managed to go for so long without her, he’ll never know. There’s already been a long, lonely decade without Lup at his side. He knows he can manage. But ever since he found her again, the thought of going without her even a single day should’ve been intolerable. How’d he ever think he’d be okay without her?

He’s not. He wasn’t, ever. Now that he’s here, his blood hot with alcohol and affection, Lup’s body moving so effortlessly against his own, Barry is hit by just how much he’s missed this. How badly he needs this.

As shy and careful as he’s been up until now, the tequila gives him the courage to pull her closer, arms wrapping firmly around her middle as he moves with her, letting her steer while keeping her close. So, so close. He can feel her breath on his lips.]

Still got the moves, huh?

[After a few rounds of tequila, is it any surprise that either of them are not quite as hesitant in their movements as they'd been earlier in the night?

This little dance between them - the careful politeness, the easy flirting, the deliberate lack of touching - now that they're out on the dance floor, with their pulses racing and alcohol fueling them forward, seems to fade away completely. Barry's big hands find her lithe form, grabbing for her hips, and Lup throw back her head to laugh, already finding her rhythm with the music.

A rhythm that absolutely keeps her body pressed right up against to his.

It isn't long with the music thumping in her ears and Barry's tight hold on her before Lup realizes just how far she's fallen. Because then he's pulling her even closer, teasing in that voice that gets her every single time.]

Fuck, Barry--

[Suddenly, it isn't just her breath he's feeling on his lips. Lup reaches up without hesitation, warm hands scrabbling for Barry's face, so she can tug him in for kiss. No peck of her lips against his, no playful brush of their mouths together. This is a kiss months in the making, made intense from all of the longing during their separation, from the lonely nights spent apart, from Barry's tinny voice over the phone saying she sounds so good when she touches herself.

Lup doesn't let go, doesn't dare pull away, even if they've stopped dancing right in the middle of the crowd.]

Edited 2018-09-16 00:07 (UTC)

[Lup latches on to him, hands grabbing his face, lips pressing against his in a crushing, intense kiss, and Barry is just gone.

He’s only vaguely aware that they’ve completely stopped dancing. His hands, made bold and possessive by the longing and the alcohol, pull Lup as close as she’ll get, bent over him as they kiss. God, how he’s dreamt about this. How he’s fantasized about feeling her lips on his again, her gorgeous body pressed so close, feeling her heart pounding in tandem with his. The taste of her is intoxicating, making his head spin - though that might be because he’s forgetting to breathe.

All he cares about is her. Breathing her, feeling her, touching her, one trembling hand tangling in her short hair while the other reaches past her hips to fondle her ass. Their tongues meet between their lips in rushed, heated, messy slides. Barry’s moaning into the kiss, his glasses crooked, his knees weak. This is so public.

He doesn’t care. He just. wants. her.]

[It's only because of the crowd around them, the very constant and physical reminder they aren't completely alone, that keeps Lup from dragging Barry to the floor right then and there. Though between the intensity of his kiss and the hungry way he gropes her ass, was there ever really a chance of things not progressing? She's been so desperate for this for months now, longing to feel close to him, to fit their lives back into place next to one another. To have Barry right there with her.

Sure, she's been crazy horny too, but this is so much more than just a need to get dicked down immediately. This is about Barry, about them, about throwing their mistakes behind them and being together again finally.]

Back room? [Lup purrs against his mouth, teeth nipping at his bottom lip. Her voice may be soft against the booming music around them, but Barry wouldn't have any trouble knowing exactly what she's suggesting. A little making out in the back room, maybe a quickie if he doesn't chicken out, and then she will want to drag him back out for a real dance, so she can stay in his arms the whole night.]

[This is almost too good to be true.

By the time Lup pulls away, teething at his lip and moaning against his mouth like they aren't surrounded by half of Hadriel right now, Barry is out of breath and well, well hot under the collar. She feels incredible against him. The entirety of her frame radiates want, her hands on him, her breath with his, there's no question in his mind what she's asking for.]

B-Back room. Yeah, let's-- y-yeah.

[As cautious as he normally is, Barry sure doesn't seem to have a problem with nipping off to the back and letting things just happen. He wants to push her against the wall and hitch up her skirt and eat her out until she cries. Never mind that the back room is a literal tent with walls made of fabric.

He doesn't care if anyone hears. Honestly, he wants everyone to.]

[The look in his eyes, the want she can taste on him, that's all the answer that Lup ever needs.

Without a word, she's grabbing his hand and dragging him right back out through the crowd again, headed straight for the makeshift back rooms of the party. Please try to ignore the two grown ass adults darting through the party looking for a private space, like a couple of horny teens who can't think straight after they've gotten all horned up all night. It's a little much, but they've been apart for months.

Let them have one good night together.]

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Event Log: A Hope for the Future

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