hadriel_logs | Event Log: A Hope for the Future

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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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Sure it is. [But he shakes his head at her, gesturing for her to keep them for herself. That's a long-ingrained response and something he would have done when she was small, offering to share her meal with him when they'd given her the best of what they had on purpose.]

Enjoy it, kiddo. I've had enough.

[And, for once, that's actually true.]

Yeah? [It's a distracted remark, attention back on fishing out another stray noodle now that her offer is rejected. She takes a moment to eat, humming with the satisfaction of having enough. She doesn't quite connect his comment to their way of going without for her sake that pervaded her childhood.

She does connect the topic of food to the ever present conversations that ruled in a land of scarcity and hoarding.]

What'd you get? I don't know half this stuff to tell whether to trust it. But if it's safe we should take something back for later.

Think if something wasn't safe, we'd know by now.

[People would be ill, surely. Then again, it's hard to tell just what might happen here. He definitely understands her caution.]

Tried a couple of things. Know they've got cake? [That last sentence comes out with a soft mischief and a small smile.

Cake.]

[Maybe they'd know. Maybe they wouldn't. She remembers the warning about the meat she received months ago. But if Jet's comfortable, she can be.

Besides. Cake.]

Really?

[She turns suddenly and cranes her neck to stare towards the table.]

Like, the real stuff? [A pause as she voice turns hopeful.] Chocolate?

Really.

[He's seen it. Several kinds, and many he couldn't put a name to. But now he has her attention and he grins, the expression moving slow and warm over his face before he nods.]

Yeah, think I saw chocolate. You want to take the risk on it?

[She bites her lip, getting to her feet. There's anticipation in her eyes when she turns to him.]

Just a lil' can't hurt, right? If other people are eatin' it, then it's probably worth the risk. [She nods, clearly talking herself into it.] It's not like we get the chance to have it everyday.

[She gestures vaguely and starts over toward the table.]

Heh, right.

[He follows her, half a step behind, hands clasped behind his back. There is cake there, and there is also chocolate cake (because who doesn't like chocolate cake?), and Jet gives the Girl a gentle nudge at the base of her spine.]

Want me to try it first?

[Her face twists into a frown. True, she has been watching everyone else eat to pin down what they could take for later. True, she makes people eat whatever's offered to her first. But it's different. They were just people, not one of her own.]

Can't we just see if someone else takes it? If I take you back sick, the others are gonna think I'm bad at keepin' an eye on you.

Others'd be backwards thinking you need to be the one keeping an eye on me. [He chides her gently, lightly ruffling a hand over her hair. It isn't like it used to be, yet the gesture remains the same.]

Besides, already seen other people take it. Just thinking of you.

Other's be runnin' blind if they didn't think we all needed an eye on us in a place like this. [She ducks under his hand, lips pursed. She shakes her head when he lifts his hand, as though she had enough hair to jostle back into place.]

I know you're tryin' to help and I trust you. You say that it's safe 'cause you saw people eat it, I believe you. [Anything he says, she'd believe without question.] But you can't offer to get yourself in trouble 'cause of me.

[Jet laughs. It's not a boisterous sound, more a soft exhale of amusement attached to a smile. He looks at her gently, and rather than going for her hair again places a broad hand on her slim shoulder.]

You can always refuse, sunshine, but I'll always be making the offer.

[Simply put, he'll do almost anything for her. Her, and the boys.]

[She smiles, brightened by the noise. He's been here for weeks now, but Girl still isn't used to hearing him laugh again. It's a small bright spot in all the strange dealings going on around them.]

I know. [She saw proof of how far they'd go. It's what scares her so much. It's what keeps her staring at the ceiling at night.] 'm just sayin' you don't need too. I'm not lil' anymore. I can help out.

Think you're always gonna be little to me. [He tells her kindly. She might be grown up - a strong, feisty woman just like her mother was - but Jet remembers her so clearly as a child that it's hard to replace that image with who walks beside him now.

It's probably just what being a parent feels like.]

Try to remember, just don't get too mad if I forget, hey?

[She wants to argue with that but the words dies before they can reach her lips. Watching someone change is a gradual thing and that's something that was stolen from them. She's appeared back in his life a different person that what left it.] Guess that's the problem with bein' even smaller than Ghoul.

[If she can't find a way to refute it, she can just joke it away.]

I'm not gonna be mad. Unlike some people I don't got a short fuse.

'Unlike some people', huh? [Jet laughs again, and when they reach the table he doesn't waste any time at all in cutting a couple of pieces of cake for them to take away with them.]

You dragging Party Poison? Don't worry, won't say a word.

[Little firecracker does have the temper of a particularly grouchy sand-snake.]

[She grins, reaching childishly for the cake the second he has a piece cut away.]

I could say something 'bout him bein' the first one you thought of. [Not that she would. Maybe if Ghoul had been the one to say it.] But gettin' him fired up 'bout something so small might not be the worst thing. Better than bein' lit up 'bout this place.

[She's worried about him. She worries about all of them, but with how awkward things had been with Party he's the one keeping her up at night nowadays.]

Say it how it is. [Party is always going to be the first one he thinks of when statements like that one come up. The guy's a bomb waiting to go off at almost all times.

But he shares her worry, even if he doesn't say it. This place has been a lot to take in, and he knows his friend still blames himself for the deaths of all of them.]

... You two doing okay?

No way. I know when to pick my battles. [She doesn't really, and she more than knows Jet isn't the type to rat her out, but Girl's got enough trouble on her plate without slighting Party any more. She already feels like all her progress is being made on thin ice. One step too hard and it'll shatter again.

She knows Jet's the type to understand that too.]

I want it to be okay. Like it used to be. I think he wants that too. But it's different.

Yeah.

[He wouldn't rat her out, but he won't press her to tell him more than she wants to, either. It's always been that way with them - she'll come to him when she needs him, and he'll be there.

Party's a difficult one, so much of the time. It can be hard to understand what he really wants, but he thinks the girl has the right of it here.]

Keep your chin up, sunshine. He'll come around.

[She gives him a small, crooked smile. She knows he's right, hopes he's right. Party can't keep circling around the problem forever. Things will get better because they have to.]

And you'll keep an eye on 'im in the meantime?

Always do, don't I?

[It's always been his part to play. Never a great shot, never one to pitch in the best ideas for a plan, but damn if he couldn't keep them all steady when they were close to going off the tracks.]

Don't worry your head over that, my girl.

Yeah, I know.

[She hips checks him, affection in her eyes. That's why he was the one she always went to to talk, to puzzle things out. He was the guiding hand they needed to keep on course.]

I'll try and keep my head in the right now instead thinkin' 'bout it. [A small promise that she doesn't know it she can keep. But she'll try.] Come on, cake's better than worryin' anyway.

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