Event Log: A Hope for the Future

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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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► 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.

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[barold]

[Barry follows suit and takes a healthy swig of his drink, grinning at Taako as he drunkenly laments how long it’s been since the last huge party. The last time Barry had this much fun was Candlenights, and that had just been their little family. This kind of thing? He didn’t even know the liches around here could swing something like this.

He certainly agrees that they’re owed this.] Oh, for sure, bud. I’ll take eight hundred years of booze and food for all we put up with here, easy.

[Taako’s question gets a sheepish chuckle. The flush of color over his cheeks could be because of the alcohol, but it so isn’t:] Uh, L-Lup wanted t’go say hi to some friends. So I’m, uh. Waitin’ on her.

[Can’t get too drunk with a lady waiting.]

[pocketspa]

Ohhh, so, so you're here being gay drunk. Gggggotcha.

[He gives Barry a finger gun with a click of his tongue.]

Good to, uh, know you're back to talking and shit. It was dumb that you weren't. Whole thing was. But now it's time for the good shit.

[He might also be a little crossfaded. Thanks to Rosie for handing over joints when asked.]

You... you good with it? With her and, uh, everything?

[barold]

[Is he getting gay drunk? Barry wouldn't put it in those exact terms, but knowing Taako, he can tell what he means.

Yeah. Yeah, he's getting gay drunk.]

Y-Yeah, that uh, that was a dumb thing. [Also not the exact terms Barry would use, but not wholly inaccurate.

The question gets a little pause as he thinks it over, considering it over another mouthful of scotch. Is he good with it? Are they good? It feels like they are... And honestly, after eating and drinking and dancing and making out all night, it feels like they should be good. Barry certainly feels good enough for the both of them.]

Yeah. Yeah, y'know what, [he grins, huge and dopey,] I'm good with it. I'm-- We're-- W-We're real good with it. Fuck, bud, that feels good t'say out loud.

[pocketspa]

[Take it from the gay, he's getting gay drunk. Deffo. But his grin somehow stretches wider as his does, and Taako leans forward on the table with a little sway before bumping his bottle into Barry's chest.]

There we go. Good job, Barold. See, I, I told you not to. To get so in your. Yeah.

[He moves up and taps the bottle against Barry's head instead before setting it down on the table. It's about then he reaches into a small purse and pulls out a joint, which he waves between them.]

Sooooo you have earned a prize. And that prize is really enjoying this fucking party, yeah?

[He pulls a move of Lup and lights a little flame on his finger. Whether or not Barry partakes, he's sure gonna reupp his buzz.]

[barold]

[Of course, as always, Taako is right. Barry is very good at getting caught up in his own head, spiraling harder and harder into seemingly endless dark pits of anxiety and guilt.

But he's gotten through it. They’ve gotten through it. There's nothing that can hold them back anymore. Lup and Barry have been at their lowest, darkest place for weeks now, and finally - finally - things seem like they're starting to work out.

Even Taako, in his intoxicated state, recognizes that. And sees fit to reward him. Barry grins, wide and toothy, setting his scotch aside.]

Taako, buddy. Y’shouldn’t have.

[Not that Barry’s complaining. He gently takes the joint between his fingers, lighting it off the flame Taako’s produced, and takes a slow, easy drag. It's been a long, long time since he's gotten high with Taako. Somehow, even though it's been a while and he's a little drunk, he manages to only cough once.]

M-Man. Where'd you even get a hold of this stuff?

[pocketspa]

[He's a little too crossfaded to hide his enjoyment of this whole scenario, letting Barry take his hit and snickering when he hacks even a little. It's been-- well, he doesn't want to think about how long. That's not what this party is for. It's not perfect, a fake plant made by Tranquility, but it's good enough to get ya fucked up, so he won't complain.]

I got a gal. She made a few deals to get it growin' in the orchard. She keeps me upped, I do some magic shit. Easy.

[Rosie is a lifesaver, frankly.]

It's uh, a little fuckin' strong, but like. Good, right? Very. Gimme that.

[He takes another hit, puffing out little exhales like a steam train before losing it into a fit of giggles.]

Just-- just hit me whenever, n' junk.

[barold]

[Barry hands over the joint as demanded, still reeling a little from the smoke hitting his lungs. He lets it sit for as long as he can, before slowly exhaling the sweet-smelling fumes, watching the smoky tendrils swirl and dance in the air before dissipating.

That feels nice.]

Yeah. [He sighs, closing his eyes as he waits for the rolling waves of dizziness to sweep over him, limbs slowly getting heavy.] Little strong, but... good.

[Taako starts giggling from his own goofy not-even-a-smoke-trick, and Barry cracks open an eye to look at him, soon grinning wide and toothy. He chuckles - mostly just at Taako giggling, but honestly, he's starting to feel pretty funny and tingly all over.]

I-- H-Heh, yeah, I sure will. I'll... [A soft snort.] Wha'sso funny?

[pocketspa]

[He's just kind of caught the giggles, but he lets the joint rest between them if Barry wants to take another hit.]

I dunno, just uh. Looked like a train. I crashed one of those getting one of the relics back, y'know. Think that was before your ghost ass found us again.

[He takes a smaller hit, just to have some smoke to exhale.]

Well I mean, it didn't really crash as go into nonexistence. It was fuckin' wicked though. 'Ss how we picked up Ango too.

[barold]

[Barry does indeed want to take another hit. He reaches for the joint, fingers a little shaky and slow, but he finally manages to grasp it without a) losing it, or b) hurting anybody. Success!]

Th-That was you guys? Th'Rockport Limited Incident?

[Taking a hit, Barry lets it sit for as long as he dares before letting the smoke billow from his mouth.]

I heard about that from some necromancer buddies planetside. O-Of course that was you knuckleheads. [He starts giggling. Quiet at first.] I mean, I figured it might've been you lot, b-but I didn't wanna ask.

How'd y'make it go into nonexistence, anyway? Blink? Rope Trick? W-Wait… [His face darkens, furrowing with concentration. It's been a long time since Barry Bluejeans has thought this hard.] That wouldn't work...

[pocketspa]

[He's gonna spend this whole conversation laughing, he's absolutely sure. Taako waves his hands a bit in a comical imitation of Barry's voice, except dialed way more into the Lucas Miller type of nerd.]

The Incident. Oh my gods.

[He leans forward though, excitedly gesturing with his hands.]

No, so it was like-- so the guy going after the relic had a wand charged with a spell that essentially created portals to other places. Except they weren't really in the place? It was super temporary teleportation. So I stole it from him and cast it on the big arch on the way in, bing bang boom, train into another place. Except when we closed it it stopped existing like, everywhere. Soooo. Gonezo.

[He leans back, taking a swig from his drink.]

Naturally, Merle left his fucking stuff in there, like a moron. Oh, Magnus also ran on the side of that. Aaaaaand chaboy got like a sweet thousand gold off of everybody's stuff. It was choice.

[barold]

[Trying to follow along was, admittedly, a futile effort from the get go. In Barry's state? Yeah, he has no idea what Taako is even saying anymore. Arch, spell storing, un-existence, bing bang boom, cool cool cool.

He's sure there was a point in there somewhere.]

Sounds like a whole lot.

[Barry sighs deeply, letting his head fall back as the waves of drowsy tingles hit him, weighing down his body.] Man, tryin' t'keep track of you guys down there was a hassle'n' a half, I tell ya. Not even just... just gettin' up to th'moon, but-- but finding you planetside? Stirrin' up trouble all over th'map, th'three of you.

[pocketspa]

[Taako's tolerance is too high at this point to be quite out yet, so he's still chattering and having a good time. Maybe all the vodka has something to do with it. Hard to say.]

Uh, everything was a whole lot. Miss Director had us all over the place while she sat back and watched. Typical, right?

[But he's not here to be salty about Lucretia, he's here to party, so--]

Also, uh, I was not a nobody, thanks. Shouldn't've been hard to track at all for a while there. You ever come to one of my shows, Barold?

[He says, breezing over a bunch of trauma to try and brag, as ya do.]

[barold]

[Not even going to touch on The Lucretia Thing. The two of them have already had a screaming match about this very topic, and Barry is not too keen on a repeat. Not when he feels this nice.]

Oh, yeah! I-- I think I only made it t'th'one in the Underdark. They don't mind liches so much, y'know. [He points at Taako with a big ol' grin on his face.] Now that. Was a whole lot. Transmutin' sugar into salt, f-for what?

[He laughs - more of a fond, friendly sound than a stupid high giggle this time.] Wish I could'a made it t'more than one show. Y'always got the audience real riled up.

[pocketspa]

[It's kind of hard to remember stuff in that 10 year span, now. It requires putting together a timeline, ordering dates from what he now knows vs what he knew then, tracking a different age, not having any clear landmarks of when things actually happened to him. Elf lifespans are weird enough, but with the IPRE having been the transition from their old life to a new one, it was desperately hard to put anything when he couldn't remember in any sort of order. Barry says the Underdark show and he lumps it into "somewhere in the 3 or 4 years after I picked up Sazed but before he became a huge dick" and glosses over the whole thing.]

Uh, it looked awesome didn't it? And you remembered it. Like oh shit, that guy's so good he can just bust spell slots like that like it's nothin'. I always knew how to play to a crowd, Barry. Besides, the food was-- y'know. Great, so.

[He was going to talk about samples and what he'd serve and you know what, actually, let's take another big ass hit and Not Do That. He exhales big, lets the smoke clear through his mind. None of that, now.]

Did you actually go all the way out there just to see me?