Event Log: A Hope for the Future

[hadrielmods]

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.

Comments

[thelastjoy]

[She snorts under her breath, not surprised by Party's statement but caught off guard all the same.]

That and then some.

[The food looks good. She's not sure she trusts most of it, she's not sure she even knows most of it, but it's more than she's seen in her lifetime. That alone is a treat for the eyes. She watches people mill about, eating and enjoying themselves. She envies them. She's too wary to just dive in without staking it out first.]

If it turns out to be one, we'll run. You brought your blaster, right?

[killthisparty]

Always.

[ Right strapped to his thigh, on display, ready to use.

He walks along one of the tables, noticeably a stretch where not a lot of people seem to be sitting, giving the bowls and plates and displays of food the squinting glare of a suspicious old man.]

What even is this crap? Can't name half a' it.

[thelastjoy]

Then we're good. Shit goes south and we can blast our way out.

[She gives the blaster a quick glance, a little jealous and a little glad. She's never really liked guns and she liked the way they made her feel holding them even less. But she still envies the boys for that feeling of security keeping one gave.

Girl turns her gaze back to the food.]

I dunno. It sure ain't dog food and smells better than anything I've ever been 'round. And some of it looks familiar. Like, that's some kind of noodle. Just stick to the stuff that we can recognize.

[killthisparty]

[ You'd think getting shot through the head would've made him a bit more hesitant about them. But the safety of the possibility of hurting people and things before they hurt him is still a welcomed one.

He leans over the take to look closer at plate of noodles and assorted vegetables. And some kind of sauce. It smells pretty good, good enough that he wants to call it fake.]

...think they magicked it, or someone got their hands dirty?

[thelastjoy]

[Getting shot hadn't changed much except reinforce the need. Shoot first or risk ending up in the dirt. Some evils were necessary when the rest of the world had gone mad.]

Maybe both? A guy I spoke to was wantin' to open a bakery and he relied on the wannabe gods to pull stuff for it outta thin air. And some folks seem to think if you make the right pacts with our overlords they'll hand things over in favor. We probably won't know unless someone starts talkin'.

[killthisparty]

Huh. [ He huffs out, eyes still on the food.

He reaches over to faintly shake one of the bowls, for some reason.]

The clothes lady's one a' 'em.

[ He didn't really hate or even dislike talking with her. Fanciest person her's seen in years, but something about her felt a little relatable. Or maybe she was just nice and useful.]

Ain't gettin' my fingers in that mousetrap.