Event Log: Senses Fail

[hadrielmods]

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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Bruce Banner: OTA

[zen_en_vert]

He goes to Tranquility's temple, again. Bruce never had time the last time he was here to spend the time he'd have wanted here, but he's going to change that now. He has no idea what he's forgotten, just that the shape of something is gone. A blank where a face should be, a whisper instead of a name. A muddle of years he can't untangle in his head.

He goes through the streets carefully, quietly. He approaches the people who seem to need help. He avoids the bar, he avoids the clinic. He doesn't remember what he used to do with himself when he lived here.

Bruce spends the brighter part of the afternoon sitting out on the temple steps, breathing deeply, feeling the sun on his face.

And yes, he will admit, he does feel afraid. His mind is already in such turmoil. Simply ripping out key pieces hasn't clarified the puzzle any. Bruce scrubs both hands over his face, rests his elbows on his knees, and breathes through the sunset, before getting up to go inside.

You probably don't want to be outside in Hadriel at night.

[storyseeker]

Elena isn't afraid of being out in Hadriel at night, or at any other time. Mainly because, well, she's never feared that, even when the force that keeps monsters out of their current location was absent and anyone ran the risk of unexpectedly facing something nasty. She was aware of that risk, she was cautious, but she'd also spent a lot of time on the ground reporting from active war zones; a few monsters weren't going to intimidate her into hiding inside.

But something's been difference these last few days. She hasn't been thinking calmly about possible dangerous this place holds, and then conducting herself accordingly. She hasn't been thinking about them at all. When she sets out for an evening walk, it's because she wants some air and that's that. Besides, it's not like there are still monsters about. All she needs is something warm enough to wear if she stays out past the suns going down.

The guy she spots when passing by Tranquility's temple only catches her attention because of how distressed he looks. He's not someone she's spoken to before, she doesn't think, and it's probably none of her business, but concern prompts her to speak up anyway as he's getting up. "Hey, are you all right? Is something wrong?"

[zen_en_vert]

"Um." Says Bruce, and glances up in surprise. "Thank you. No, but I'm- it's one of those things where there's very little to be done about it. Until whatever god is doing this decides it should be allowed to pass, anyways."

Another deep breath, because it's reflex by now, not to allow himself to get angry.

"You know how it is, here."

[storyseeker]

"Yeah, kind of." She rubs her neck, not wanting to nose into something that's none of her business but a little reluctant to shrug it off all the same.

"I'm not sure what's being done, though. Things have been really weird for some people, but I feel fine." Or so she thinks. Elena shakes her head. "It'd be simpler if they just told us about whatever their latest whim is. But I guess they don't care about simple."

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery has been making her way through town using a stick to guide her. she sweeps it back and forth in the path she's walking, barely avoiding falling in the lake.

she makes her way to the temples. she thinks she remembers the way to Tranquility's temple as it's the one she goes to most frequently to trade tasks for fabric.

as she makes her way up the steps, her stick strikes flesh by accident]

--oh! Hello, there. I didn't hurt you, did I?

[zen_en_vert]

No, please, not at all.

[He promises, scrambling to his feet.]

Hello Margaery. Were you looking for the temple?

[roseofthetyrells]

Oh, thank goodness.

[she stays standing in place, her stick at rest at her side]

Hello, Dr. Banner. Yes, I was hoping that I'd found my way to Tranquility's temple. Have I?

[zen_en_vert]

You have. Are you feeling the effects of the event?

[He asks, offering her a solicitous elbow, so he can show her inside.]

I've been spending my time here to try to overcome the feeling.

[roseofthetyrells]

Good. And I am. I'm completely blind.

[he'll have to guide her arm to his since she can't see it]

That's why I came here, too. Is it working for you?

[zen_en_vert]

Oh, I'm sorry- would it be all right if I took your elbow to guide you inside?

[Bruce is a big believer in asking.]

It's better in there, yes.

[roseofthetyrells]

It's fine, Dr. Banner. Please feel free.

[she extends her right arm]

Yes, it is. Tranquility has always been kind to me. Sorrow was, too, the time we spoke. He told me that we must prepare ourselves for the return of the Null.

[zen_en_vert]

Then I wonder if we should complain about Fear's feeding.

[It's probably the solution to the bigger problem, as unpleasant as it is in the interim.

He takes her arm, gently, and moves to guide her up the steps.]

[roseofthetyrells]

I wonder about that, too. I also wonder if I should say anything about Sorrow's warning. I can use a sword reasonably well, but I'm mostly just a seamstress. Would anyone take me seriously if I posted a warning? And surely I wasn't the only one he told.

[it is, indeed, given that their time remaining here is limited.

she lets her arm be taken and led up the steps]

[zen_en_vert]

What happened when he told you- where were you, how did he bring it up?

[Checking, as they make their way inside into the calm.]

Tell me what happened from the beginning.

[roseofthetyrells]

He'd sent a text message to the community, asking where we should go next.

I answered his poll and then I asked him if it would be possible for me to go to another world when it's my time to leave. I fell in love with a man from Earth and he asked me to join him there. Sorrow told me that it was possible, but we had to survive first. And to survive, we had to defeat the Null once and for all. I'd do anything to go to Matt's world. There's nothing left for me in Westeros and I'm dead there, anyway.

[she holds onto his arm as they go inside]

[toiletseat_girl]

[George is actually on her way to Fear's temple to let him know that she gets it, moving a city is hard work and requires a lot of energy. well. she'd have to write all of that down since she can't talk right now, but she figures that she'd eventually get the point across.

as she's on her way to Fear's temple, she sees Dr. Banner looking not so great. she assumes she must've lost something, too, but might not want to talk about it. not everyone does. so instead, all she writes on her dryerase board is "Hi, Dr. Banner," and shows it to him]

[zen_en_vert]

[Bruce reaches into his pocket, pulls out a cracked pair of glasses, and holds them up to peer through them.]

Hello. Lost your voice, I take it?

[He winces in apology.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[yikes. those glasses need to be fixed.

she writes "Sure did. It's like they knew what would piss me off the most" on the dryerase board, showing it to him.

then the erases that and writes "Though I'm not sure if anger was the goal. If not, ooops?" and lets him see the board again]

[zen_en_vert]

I would credit Fear.

[He says, as a shudder crawls down his spine. The things he's lost have him pale, and shaken.]

Personally. I suppose there's nothing to do but ride it out.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she writes "I guess he needs all the energy he can get to move the town," on the board, letting him look at it before she takes it back and erases it.

"Probably. It'll probably only last a week, though," then she shows it to him long enough for him to read it and takes it back to erase it again.

she writes "What did you lose?" and shows him. there's nothing on her face to suggest a prurient interest, just friendly curiosity]

[zen_en_vert]

I don't know. I don't know, I can feel like it's gone, but I don't know what it was. A thought? A belief? A time in my life?

[And, drawing in a breath.]

Nothing to do but wait.

[toiletseat_girl]

[her brow furrows at that. it's an odd thing he's describing and it must be absolutely maddening.

she writes "I'm sorry. That must really, really suck," and shows it to him long enough for him to be able to read it.

then she takes the board back, erases it, and writes "At least we know it's just for now."]

[zen_en_vert]

That is true.

[He agrees, and wonders;]

Where will you go? Is the clinic being rushed, or are most of the effects nonviolent?

[toiletseat_girl]

[she nods at that.

on her dryerase board she writes "I'm going wherever I find myself." she shows it to him, then takes her board back, erases what was written and writes "Mostly it's been scraped knees, banged elbows, stuff like that. My shift's over anyway."]

[zen_en_vert]

From everything I hear, there's actually a full staff of actual doctors.

[A tremendously good piece of news.]