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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Comments

[unknowable]

[He laughs, about as wry as her grin.]

I wish that didn't sound so plausible. I'm not so keen on the idea of being boiled to death.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she writes "Me, neither. I guess we'll have to see what the next shit they pull is?" and arches an eyebrow]

[unknowable]

I'm sure it won't be long before we find out.

[Not that this isn't plenty bad enough right now.]

At least we're all getting screwed over together.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she quirks a grin and writes "Exactly. And, personally? I'm not afraid. So Fear's getting nothing from me"]

[unknowable]

Good. He doesn't deserve it.

[Adam would be lying if he said he wasn't scared, so he doesn't. Still, it's become more of an annoyance than anything.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[she thinks a moment and writes "Honestly? Most of the god things don't get to me anymore.

and it's true, they don't. part of it is that George has such low self-esteem already that it takes a lot to break her out of a constant low-level depression. the other part is is simply getting used to being jerked around emotionally so that it doesn't have much of an impact anymore]

[unknowable]

Sometimes that's the case for me too. But not always.

[The more extreme stuff can still get to him, especially if it threatens someone he cares for or brings up something unpleasant from his past.]

You're pretty tough.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she writes "Yeah, but this is different. This is poking at a real, legit fear. Which is a dick move, by the way."

she's lucky. most of her past has stayed in the past. the rest, she just forces her way through.

she blinks. tough? her? that's not a notion that's occurred to her. So she writes "Really?"]

[unknowable]

Yeah, it's pretty shitty of them.

[But he just has to deal with it, one way or another.]

Really. Plenty of people react badly to things no matter how long they're here, no matter what happens. You're taking it in stride.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she nods and writes "They're assholes," on her board.

she considers for a long moment and then writes "I guess I don't scare easily. That, and I know that they won't keep this shit up forever."]

[unknowable]

You're right. When you know these things have an end date, it's a little easier to handle them. It becomes more about enduring it until it's over than being afraid of what might happen.

[If there's anything Adam is good at, it's enduring shitty situations.]

Thinking about it that way makes me feel a little better.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she nods at his first statement because he's right, it really is just a matter of endurance.

and then she writes "I'm glad it did. It's not often I can say I helped someone feel better."]

[unknowable]

The opposite is more common?

[He kind of doubts that, George doesn't really seem like that sort of downer, but - he doesn't really know.]

Well, you helped me.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she writes "Back home? Hell yeah. It's" she stops and considers her words carefully. "easier to be good here. And, thank you."]

[unknowable]

Huh, really? I wouldn't have expected that. I guess you did say your world was... kind of difficult, though.

[She's told him about it before.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[she looks down for a moment, then writes "Yeah, a little. Kind of."]

[unknowable]

[He doesn't know that it was easy for any of them - certainly not him - but he sympathizes.]

Is it better here? Sometimes?

[toiletseat_girl]

[she nods and writes "Sometimes. I don't have death breathing down my neck at least."]

[unknowable]

At least that's something.

[He grins, careful.]

Thanks for talking to me.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she writes "It's no problem. Anytime." and smiles]