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

[sneaklizard]

[ Can't stop people from caring. Funny how that works.]

Yeah, haha. [ A very weird, very almost-permanent nap. Kind of like a blackout. If you take away the minutes before it, it didn't feel so different from falling asleep.

She steps over and sits next to him, crossing her legs.]

How long's it been? How long was I out?

[pocketspa]

[He shrugs.]

Dunno. When did you go down, uh, the 17th? It's the 20th.

[He thinks. Taako pulls out his phone, confirms he was right, and puts it away.]

Few days. Nothin' happened. We're all still in shitty fantasy loss.jpg hell.

[sneaklizard]

Oh, wow. 3 days, huh?

[ A comment half to herself, staring down at her feet. She pauses for a few seconds just to mull on it.

She glances at him again.]

So what do you do all day? Besides...you know. [ She shrugs a small shoulder, the word "waiting" left hung in the air, along other momentarily unsavory words.]

[pocketspa]

[He just kind of twirls his wrist in response, gesturing in a similar, subdued way.]

I mean, like... that, basically. I dunno when she'll actually pop back up. Didn't know when you would.

[He's only now realizing he saw her body fall, when he confronted Lup. He tries not to think about it.]

Told you you didn't have to stay.

[sneaklizard]

[ She crosses her arms over her knees.]

I know, bud.

[ In a moment of silence, she looks around the temple. It's dim, empty. A little simpler than she expected.]

...I haven't actually gone into one of these yet. The temples.

[pocketspa]

[Taako shrugs, leaning back against the wall he was slumped against, drawing his knees up to his chest and letting his hat fall forward again.]

Look around all you like. Sucks anyway. No fuckin' point.

[And he'll wait.]

[sneaklizard]

I guess... [ Mostly because she doesn't want to push.

She does look. She wonders, in this place, did people worship them? Were there other peoples wherever the gods are from that payed homage to them, or are these just glorified homes? She can't hear anyone else in here, at least.

A slow-chugging train of thought, attempting to keep her busy while the silence is heavy and the mood is grim.]

...she's going to come back, you know. [ She rests her chin on her arms.] Things usually work out.

[pocketspa]

[He doesn't respond. He appreciates it, he really does- but he has no idea how to process, to exist with another person in his grief. He needs her, needs Lup, and as much as Carey is right, Fear is certainly getting everything he wants today. That was everything he ever worried about, back through time, to the deepest parts of him.

But someone else is here.

That's better.]

[sneaklizard]

[ She hopes it is. She can't be sure, all she can bet on are the times friends and loved ones kept her company when she needed it. She just hopes she can do the same to her friend.

So she rests her chin on her knees, closes her eyes, and listens to the silence of the stone building. She'll go outside, eventually, contact the friends she hopes are still around. Give some sort of sign that she's back, knowing there's people out there who she likes to think missed her.

But, right now, this is more important. The heavy nothing and the fear, the misplaced guilt and the complex emotions.

This is where she'll stay for now.]