hadriel_logs | 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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"Hmm." She draws the syllable out, leaning on him a little for both contact and support as her knees wobble a little.

"My house isn't that far. I'll take you there."

Walking... walking is hard. What about a teleport? That would be faster. Does she dare risk a teleport while drunk though?

Probably.

It takes him a second, which is long enough to push into two seconds - maybe three - before it sinks in that the lean is something bordering on affectionate in such a way that he is no longer buoyed by the comfortable embrace of the alcohol he's imbibed. It is a distinctly flirtatious gesture, and one he should have recognized a Hell of a lot sooner.

House. Touching. Privacy. Shit.

"Yeah, um-"

Perhaps more gently than is outright deserved, Nate makes an effort to extricate himself from her surprisingly strong grasp.

"Listen, I'm- flattered, but I'm married."

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She giggles as he pries her hand off and instead she reaches for the nearest table to stabilize herself, then flashes her own ring at him.

"Me too! Come on, it's not like your partner's here, right?"

Are they? Caedra looks around for some jealous lover but nope, looks like Nate's alone. Shame, a threesome might have been even more fun. Especially if then she took them both by surprise and killed them afterward! Alcohol gives her the best ideas when she's not immune to its effects, it seems.

Thank God for small mercies, like potentially psychopathic demons releasing you from their clutches. Nate puts a few - slightly unsteady - steps between them. The ring surprises him, partly because he has to wonder how the Hell someone like this gets married in the first place, and how that kind of relationship functions. Who is she married to? A bigger demon?

Probably.

"Sorry."

By design he neglects to specify whether his partner is in residence. He wouldn't trust someone who sows chaos for fun with the identity of a loved one, it's like asking for trouble.

"I'm a one-woman kinda guy."

The secret, of course, is that someone like this does not get married, because that's a contractual agreement and therefore would probably cause her to break out in hives at the very thought.

But yes. A bigger demon.

Caedra laughs as she clutches the table, needing something to keep herself upright. "One woman! That's right, some of you try so hard to stick to those arrangements. Don't worry, having a little fun won't hurt anything. It's not like she will ever know."

But Caedra doesn't seem particularly insistent - her tone is mostly full of teasing. There are plenty of others here tonight, and Nate isn't even the best she's seen. Sure, she wants him, but she wants others too. She is absolutely not a one-person kind of woman.

That said, her nature drives her to thoughts of all sorts of gory dismemberment should she discover Nate's wife is here. She'll have to keep her eyes and ears open. And Nate, she decides, ought to be the one to suffer first. Carving up his very attractive chest and turning him inside-out would be more fun than fucking him.

To be fair, the idea of getting married also used to give Nate an allergic reaction, but people change. Maybe demons don't. Maybe they're trapped forever in a state of wanting and craving and having zero impulse control.

But what does he know?

"Yeah, well."

Think fucking fast, Nate.

"Just 'cause she's not here doesn't mean I wouldn't feel shitty about it. So...thanks, but no thanks. Maybe you'll get lucky elsewhere."

"Aw, true love. How cute," she teases. For a moment, she loses focus on his face. What in the world was that drink?

She's just going to stay here for a bit and try not to slump against the table too hard. She's definitely not used to getting this drunk, especially not so easily, and the alcohol meanwhile is continuing to soak into her from the amount she consumed so quickly. Feel free to run, Nate - it doesn't look like she's going anywhere fast.

"Yep. Definitely."

Best to adjourn this conversation as quickly as possible. Nate takes the opening afforded to him by the very alcohol he offered to raise his cup in a little mock-toast before excusing himself, post-haste.

Event Log: A Hope for the Future

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