hadriel_logs | Event Log: Senses Fail

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Event Log: Senses Fail

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Senses Fail event
Where: All over the city
When: May 14th-May 20th
Warnings: None

You wake up on the 14th, and something is different. Maybe it's something small - you can't smell anything, or your hearing on one side seems to be on the fritz. Or it could be something large and impossible to miss - you've gone completely blind, or you seem to be missing a leg. You've lost something, and no matter what you do, you can't seem to fix it.

Will you ever get it back? Probably, but it's impossible to be sure. And even if you're thoroughly convinced that this is temporary, that still means you have to figure out how to live like this for the next week. Even small things can be huge difficulties. Your sense of taste doesn't seem that important, until you accidentally eat something that'll make you sick. And sure, maybe you can figure out how to live without one hand, but what about when you wake up three days from now and you've also lost your magic?

Do your best to keep yourself calm, but remember: it can always get worse.

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He wakes in his bed, warm and comfortable despite the scars that are always aching. He has gotten used to that level of pain, at least, and he suppresses a small yawn, pushing back the covers. His sluggish brain soon registers that something is not...quite...right. The usual sounds he has become accustomed to are...gone. His first thought is that something has happened to the other residents of the house. Paling, he lurches to his feet and knocks over a glass of water on his bedside table.

It falls...and crashes...shattering on the floor.

He hears nothing. Blinking, Celebrimbor hurriedly dresses and leaves his bedroom at a quick stride. First, he walks through the house, knocking on doors and trying to see if anyone is experiencing the sudden lack of sound. Surely he isn't...deaf?

No, no, that couldn't be.

Later, he will set out, carrying a satchel of healing supplies. He is part of the Guard and he feels better moving. Whenever he sits down, the silence is overwhelming.

"Hello? Does anyone need help?"

Don't mind the slightly too loud Elf with good intentions, Hadriel. He just wants some solid distractions. It's either play hero or go bang on temple doors. The day is young; he might have time to do both ~~especially if this lasts for a significant amount of time~~.

Edited 2018-05-15 02:09 (UTC)

Celebrimbor will find his uncle... well.

Princes of the Noldor do not sulk. But there's not a lot of other words for the bard curled around his harp in the living room in a manner that screams that he's upset and grumpy, even if Celebrimbor can't hear the sounds that his fingers are drawing from the strings.

But he lifts his head as Celebrimbor comes in, reaching out for him with a question in his eyes.

(Perhaps tellingly, he doesn't even try to speak)

His footsteps bring him quickly to Maglor's side. He brushes back his uncle's hair and peers into his eyes, trying to read the truth.

"I'm here." he tries to keep his voice at a decent pitch, relying on the vibrations in his throat to do so, "What has been taken from you?"

He has a guess, but it seems too cruel to voice. All the same, his arms embrace the other Elf, lending him his strength.

Maglor smiles for him, but he leaves his guards down - Celembrimbor is family, he can read whatever he likes from Maglor.

His hand cups his nephew's cheek, eyes searching in a corresponding question, and his other reaches up to touch his throat, the movement cross and somehow lonely.

Celebrimbor frowns and covers the hand on his cheek with his own. The motion is telling and he grimaces, head bowing.

"It will not last."

He hopes. He prays. Eru, help them!

"My ears..." he explains, lips twisting, "I cannot hear a thing."

Maglor nods, grimacing.

He knows. He's just going to be miserable until he gets his voice back.

He frowns at that and tugs Celebrimor close, running soothing hands through his hair, and presses a kiss to both ears.

A fine pair they make! One cannot speak, the other cannot hear.

They can be miserable together! Celebrimbor nuzzles Maglor's throat during the kisses, the tips of his ears turning pink.

"We will endure." he pulls back to grab a pad of paper and a pen, "Use this to communicate in the meantime."

And he will...try...not to be spooked. His other senses are at least as good as they ever were!

Maglor nods, but he stills Celebrimbor's hands, bringing them up to touch Maglor's ears, and Maglor taps his chest and then Celebrimbor's own, a question in his eyes.

Does Telpe want to try and use Maglor's ears?

His fingers curve to cradle Maglor's ears, his brow furrowing as he tries to understand. Then his eyes soften and he gives half a smile.

"How?"

Of course one solution comes to him and he shrugs a shoulder.

"I might as well not leave your side until this is righted."

Maglor smiles at him fondly and nods - he's hardly going to refuse to spend time with his nephew!

"That suits me." he feels like they have a lot of time to make up for, so this will be a...difficult?...start. Celebrimbor nudges their foreheads together, eyes closing.

Maglor smiles, brushing a gentle hand through Celebrimbor's hair. He tugs him up and leads him down to the kitchen. Time for a tea break.

He chuckles and follows, moving about the kitchen to help with the task. Once the tea is done and a snack is made, he sits down at the table.

"Do you remember how to use Osanwe, Uncle?"

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Curufiin is walking down the hall in his stockinged feet with his boots in his hands, heading out to start his own Guard shift. He'll put his boots on before he goes out the back, but before he can leave, he hears the crash and the sound of glass splintering. He turns, startled. The sound came from Cel's room.

He taps on Cel's door and asks, "Tyelpe? Everything all right in there?"

But he receives no answer. Worried, he pushes the door open a little and shows his face. "Are you all right, my son?"

Edited 2018-05-15 07:58 (UTC)

He doesn't hear the tap, of course, and he only notices Curufin when he turns around in his pacing to see the other Elf at his door. His cheeks are pale and his expression is utterly confused as he faces his father. Awkwardly, he motions at his ears, shaking his head.

"I can't hear. What did you say?" Celebrimbor focuses on Curufin's lips this time, trying to read them.

Curufin's heart clenches with pain as he realizes that Celebrimbor is deaf. Not content with all the pain and uncertainty they have caused so far, now the gods are doing this kind of thing to people. To his son, who has suffered enough in life and death already.

Curufin speaks distinctly so that his lips will shape the sounds distinctly and thus be readable. "Can I help you, Tyelpe?" Anything he wants. Curufin swears he would fly to the moon to get moon jewels if that would ease Cel's heart!

He sighs at the question, understanding it perfectly. Since he has fluency in several dialects of Elvish, the language of Dwarves and Men, reading lips isn't terribly difficult, though Curufin's effort is appreciated.

"I do not know how." he rubs an ear, uncomfortable, "They do not hurt, but the silence is strange."

True, they are both talented linguists. If they hadn't been good lip-readers they'd never have learned all their languages, since there were no textbooks or translation programs in First or Second Age Arda. Reading lips gives precision to one's attempt to understand a foreign language.

Curufin comes nearer and reaches up to gently touch Cel's ears with his fingers. "I'm glad you are not in any pain. It seems the gods are playing games with us again. Hopefully, this won't last long."

He can easily imagine Curufin's voice in his head. It was one of the first sounds he ever heard and now he misses it dearly. The touch relaxes him and he watches his father's lips, nodding a moment later.

"Others could be worse off. That's why I wanted to check on everyone." he lays a hand on Curufin's arm, "Will you come with me?"

At least they can be a comfort in case any of their family or friends are panicking. Celebrimbor can hardly blame them! This is a startling change.

Curufin is hoping to make up for the voice Celebrimbor cannot hear, with the tenderness of his touch and the loving looks he gives his son.

"Indeed, others could be worse off! Yes, of course I'll come. Let's go and check up on everybody. I'm supposed to be starting my Guard shift, but that's okay. Checking on everyone can be part of my patrol."

There's a fumble at the the door a few minutes after the crash, the delay needed for Fingon to tackle the surprisingly complex act of opening a door without hands.

"Telpe? Is everything all right?"

Celebrimbor would help if he heard the struggle. As it is, he looks surprised when he sees Fingon, silver eyes blinking slowly.

"Cousin...?" he shakes his head, motioning at his ears, "I can't hear."

Fingon groans to hear it, frustrated but not surprised. He's seen Maedhros already, also inflicted with deafness, and the pattern of their newest Doom is becoming increasingly clear.

Telpe? He reaches out; this morning alone is proving a more through exercise with Osanwe than he's had in a decade or more. Neither can Russandol. Fear is up to his usual tricks again, I think.

He jumps a little upon hearing the voice - or, rather, detecting it with his mind - but it's a blessing and definitely one he hasn't considered using.

How is he? He crosses the room and touches Fingon's arms, frowning sorrowfully when he sees that they end far too abruptly. How are you? His eyes are dark - much more like Curufin's or Fëanor's - and he looks grim.

Fear will answer for this somehow.

Edited 2018-05-22 10:06 (UTC)

Fingon suspects that they're all going to get a lot of practice in mind-speech in over the next few days.

As calm as can be expected, for now. But that wasn't the end of it; he's blind as well. His face grows stony with frustration, as well as grief. Do not fear for me; I will manage. But your uncle will need help.

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