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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.
► 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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Hey.

[Nate says in mild surprise at the sparkling figure, and it takes him a moment to realize that it's Taako. Honestly, he should have known the second that sequins came into his periphery. Nate doesn't know many people who dress flashier.

He quirks a crooked grin at the fumbling, because the last time they talked Taako's ears were turning red and both his sister and Nate were giving him Hell for it.]

You look nice.

[Listen here buddy. Don't you start gay chicken with him. You and he both know He Will Not Stop.

Regardless, he grins, and Nate might realize he does not have a glass, but an open handle of Grey Goose still stuck in his hand. It's half empty. It explains a lot.]

Thanks, my man. You uh, you clean up nice, like always. Or as much as you can clean up for a, uh, dinner event.

[His speech is a bit slurred, but now that he's not walking, he feels slightly less like he's going to fall over.]

So what'd you get from this apology banquet?

[I don't know, Taako, the last time Nate flexed you had heart palpitations. You might not last very long.

He does smile at the compliment either way. It's sincere.]

Uhhhhthis.

[He flails behind him for a moment, for something on the table, retrieving a bottle wrapped in wicker and full of clear liquid. Nate glances between it and the Grey Goose meaningfully.]

It'd put your drink to shame.

[He will stab you with his heel, Nate. Fight him right here.

He raises an eyebrow at whatever Nate's presenting, mouth already grinning wide like he is ready to accept and win any stupid challenge he can think of.]

Oh yeah? Gimme the deets, my man. What is it, and also, find me a cup and put some in my hand, tttthanks.

[He's endured worse than your stilettos, Taako.]

Sugarcane alcohol, from the country where I spent...most of my time, growing up. [Woof, that's not a story he needs to go into right now, least of all with this guy.] It'll fuck you up.

[Luckily for both of them, the table nearby has an excess of cups. Nate pours a healthy serving and holds it out.]

[Speaking of luckily, Taako wants no part in emotional backstory conversations, even less now that he's drunk. But he looks challengingly to Nate, taking the cup without hesitation and downing a solid half of what was just handed to him. Somehow, he manages a good con check and does not immediately beef it.]

Wow, my man, you do not fuck around. You ever spiced this up in a cocktail, like, with some agave and lime? Could make a killer margarita mix.

[Just to be polite, Nate pretends he doesn't notice the way that Taako's eyes briefly bug when he swallows. Yeah. It's strong.]

That's not that different from the drink it's used in the most, actually. It's basically this stuff, some brown sugar, and half a lime. They call it a caipirinha.

[The perfect beach beverage with the alcoholic punch to knock you flat on your ass in under an hour.]

[Listen Nate, if the boy had not learned to tame his gag reflex by now he wouldn't even be close to this fun. But he's a fucking champion, so.]

That sounds fucking amazing, my dude. You ever get some mango in there? Bet it'd slam with pineapple, too.

[He needs this like all the time, thanks.]

What're you doin' just takin' this straight when you could be having fun with it?

[He wiggles his hips in time with that question, making it suddenly uncertain if he's talking about the drink or him.]

[Nate has had this particular alcohol with every kind of exotic fruit imaginable, seeing as it's the staple of the north half of South America, but he kind of enjoys the nostalgia of drinking it on its own.]

I dunno, I like it this way. It reminds me o- Oh.

[See, he's catching on.]

That was...not really a question about the drink, was it?

[Taako's grin is just getting wider the longer he talks, finally culminating in a loud crash of laughter as he gets the realization, flopping himself on Nate's back without much preamble as soon as he's done. His arms lay over his shoulder, head resting somewhere around the crook of his neck, one long ear jammed in there in what looks like it could be an uncomfortable position, but he doesn't seem to care.]

See, there you go, you're, you're figuring it out.

[He loops his right arm around Nate's neck for a moment to take a swig of the Grey Goose he's still holding.]

Took you. Took you long enough. Jeez.

[He doesn't move, concerned that if he steps away all of Taako's weight will go crashing to the ground next to him, but he makes a concerted effort to look put-upon even if it's not genuine. Nate is more annoyed by the ear prodding his neck than the melodramatic elven drapery.

Swirling his drink a little, he looks down at it for a moment, soaking in the pause. Considering his options. Taking a sip.]

Who said I was straight?

[Nathan Drake, you have just made the mistake of your life.

Suddenly, Taako stops moving. Like a pause, like a considering of options. In reality, though, it is absolutely no consideration. Taako shoves the bottle of Grey Goose onto the nearest table, because finally, he has something better to do with his hands. Namely, he now feels he has clearance to tuck them under Nate's arms, snake them up his body, and lay each one on one of those pecs so he can hold on as he slots his hips against Nate's back. Oh, it is game time now, baby. His head is still just far enough forward that Nate can probably see his very wide grin, no longer teetering in his heels.]

Oh, Natey-boy. You coulda said that a while ago and just made all of our lives easier. I mean, not that you didn't just scream 'tight bottom who wants to please' from the first day you carried me over a mile for literally no reason.

[Did Taako tuck for this dress? Probably. Is he regretting it in this instance that he can't just highkey grind on Nate's ass? Also probably.]

[It might well be the greatest mistake this past month, at least. Nate freezes the instant he feels slender arms worming their way past his sides, crawling up his chest and getting comfortable over his pecs. He thinks, mistakenly, that it won't get worse than that.]

Uh.

[He is wrong.

The grin practically pressed into his cheek is wide - he can tell that much, at least - and the action going on against his back is as close to grinding without looking like grinding that Taako can probably manage. Nate slams the rest of his drink, taking a deep breath.]

...y'know, I'm pretty sure that wasn't an invitation to dry-hump me.

[Listen. He has limits- if Nate was gonna get super skeeved by this, or worm out of his arms, he's not gonna try again. And as loathe as he is to admit it, the dick is off limits. But that's not gonna stop him from cuddling into his neck, a roll of the shoulders to snuggle in to that embrace.]

Soooo what was the invitation? Oh, Taako, I'm not straight bee tee dubs, also I'm ripped and drunk? Are you that dumb in this sorta deal?

[He's not moving until he's moved, fight him. He's wasted and tired and Nate feels perfect.]

You been checkin' me out? C'mon, you can admit it, who wouldn't like my ass.

[Elena is somewhere in a thirty-foot radius, and Nate is fairly certain that Taako wouldn't just shove a hand down his pants, but he can't rely on supposition when Taako is exactly the sort of person to try to bone down on the dance floor. Or, you know, at the outskirts of a party.]

I was just asking where you got your information.

[He says simply, the picture of slightly-tipsy innocence. Nate doesn't bother to shove Taako off or address any of the other comments, because the latter is opening a huge can of worms and the former is oddly comfortable, like a glittery blanket with zero concept of personal space.]

'Cause you had a primary source right here.

[Though he supposes it would mean the two of them actively talking about personal things, which they have never done.]

[Shhh shhhh Nate he'll return you to your wife after these messages. And to his credit, the last time he sucked dick at a god function, he did get out of the public eye first after like, fifteen minutes of foreplay. It's cool. It's fine. It's so fine.

Anyway, in the meantime, Taako has gone full cat and is just draped and gently swaying. It's not even in a sexual way, the world is just kind of moving and staying still seems like an impossible task, even if he's now halfway over an attractive man. It's not clinging so much as he may have forgotten how to stand somewhere in the last five minutes.]

A primary source of what, letting me snuggle your biceps? Jeez, my dude. You are, you are sending all kind of mixed signals here.

[You can't make him talk about personal shit he'd rather die]

Like, I'm pretty sure you know how I feel about dude and dude shaped peeps, all you had to do was say something. I mean, look, I tend to assume queer until proven het but you didn't even take one languished glance to my waist, what was I supposed to think.

That I was in a committed relationship with someone I love very much? [Nate doesn't think it's too far a stretch, particularly since he's never been duplicitous about his wedding band.] To be fair, you never asked, and we've never really- y'know.

[For a moment he waves his hand helplessly, trying to find the words that are shielded by a cloud of alcohol. When he locates them, he snaps his fingers. The most accurate culprit is the mere fact that neither of them are excellent sharers of heavier material - that sort of thing is best locked up until someone gets close enough to be offered a key.]

Talked about personal stuff. Personal lives.

[He purses his lips, keeping his head on Nate's shoulder.]

I dunno, my man, I think made my position pre-tty clear. Not my fault you're all made of mixed signals. Besides, I'm in a relationship, but I still have fuckin' eyes. And limits, okay. 'Mm keepin' it above the belt.

[Or like, close.]

Why do you gotta lay out all your biz when you could just be like, bee tee dubbs, dick is cool? I'm not here to get all feelsy, my guy. Just a little fun where I can get it. Do I need a thesis for that?

[He doesn't sound mad, just-- pouty.]

Well, usually I don't head off conversations with dick talk.

[Like, ever.

Taako then tells Nate the biggest fucking lie since he conned him into a fireman's carry halfway across the city, which leaves Nate double-taking at the middle distance in front of him. As much as the elf vehemently denies giving a shit, he does. He really does, so much so that the sincerity of his upset is apparent.

Nate's tone softens, and he tries to be gentle.]

And I didn't wanna hurt your feelings.

[Hey quick question who said literally anyone was allowed to read him like this. This is illegal? This is against the actual law. And the fact he said it and didn't even have the decency to keep it in his brain is the worst of all. So much so he actually finds himself taken aback, and Nate can feel his grip falter.]

Wh-- I don't need every dude in the world to be attracted to me! Jeez! I'm not like, fifty and a fucking child. What do you think I was like, head over heels in love with you or something? As if! Come on, I'm not like a total creep, you tell me to bug off I fuckin' will. Whatever. I don't need you to like, coddle me or some shit.

[Mmmmmfngdhshehhfdh why is he getting so worked up about this? Does he want Nate to like him? Maybe not as like, a boyfriend or whatever, that's way off the table. But as a person?

... Alright, that's not an answer he wants to know right now. Especially when there's still alcohol coarsing through him. This is the worst.]

This was literally just supposed to be about your abs and you had to go and do this. Ugh.

[Normally Nate wouldn't venture into this kind of territory, particularly not with Taako, but the alcohol is persuasive and he can't find it in himself to dance around this kind of shit. So he waits, through what can only be considered a mild tantrum that reeks of denial, while Taako squirms in the hot seat.

Finally - finally - he stops, affording his very muscular pillow the opportunity to speak up.]

You done yet?

[He doesn't wait for an interruption.]

...I know it's not easy. Believe me, I- I really fucking know. [He exhales quietly, thumbing his glass. Nate leaves it up to Taako to determine what it is.] But we're still cool, right?

[Oh my god why is he doing this. This is so-- no, he knows why this is so weird. This feels like Magnus. This feels like cycle five or six, when Taako decided he was gonna have a little fun with the man with a bicep the side of his head and Magnus wasn't in on it, but just kept wanting to make sure he was okay. It made his stomach turn. It was-- feelsy. Kind. And relating Nate to someone he really gives a shit about makes things way way way too complicated.

Finally, Taako huffs, and lets him go.]

Look, I know you're-- compassionate or whatever, but it's fine. I have a boyfriend, dude. Seriously.

[That's not gonna stop him from grabbing Nate's liquor, tilting his head back, and taking a four second chug. Fuck any hesitancy or choking from earlier, he just fucking takes it, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.]

I mean, you're missing out, but I'm not gonna be pissed at you or whatever. What're you worried about, that I'm gonna turn you into a toad or something?

[This isn't his forte and he doesn't have his druthers to push further, particularly when there's a snowball's chance in Hell it'll actually work, that Taako would participate. Nate tries not to make a habit of requesting more from others than he would be willing to give in return. He tries not to ask for things people aren't ready to share. Or talk about. Ever.

He's empathetic to it, he knows. He knows.

So Nate lets Taako snatch the wicker-wrapped bottle and pound a good quarter of it, a carefully neutral expression on his face, and takes a sip of his own drink.]

Nah. [The smile he gives is rueful, but it doesn't reach his eyes.] I'll save it for another day.

[He rolls his eyes, but doesn't protest.]

Just make sure you keep having shit to say to me and I guess I can work with your sentimentality.

[Aka, keep hanging around, don't like. Leave or anything. Shut up. He's not teetering on his heels anymore, but that doesn't mean he isn't still a little wobbly, and he leans back on Nate's shoulder.]

I'd say you owe me a dance for all that fuckin' emotional shit you just put me through unasked for, Natey boy.

[Is there??? Dancing here???? There's about to be, fuck it.]

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Event Log: A Hope for the Future

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1/2 bless his heart

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im like, 50% sorry

nate @ god: why

god @ nate you did this to yourself

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