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

[pocketspa]

[If pressed, he doesn't know if he'd describe life as a game. But there are structures like it is one- there are ways to lose, so there are ways to win. There are ways to play it right, so there are ways to cheat. People have been trying to wrong him his whole damn life- deadbeat parents, relatives who would only feed their kids and not him, a birthright of being unwanted. He's cheated his whole life. But when he can't win, when the deck finally falls? He has to get better. He just doesn't know how.

He feels like he's barely breathing, a hand having worked itself up to the side of his head, gripping hard at his hair. An old nervous tic. An almost literal grasp on his mind, like something's going to slip if he lets go.]

I don't know. Some of 'em.

[He can't think about Kravitz now, Kravitz who he fucking ran from and left there and probably never wants to fucking see him again. Another thing, lost.]

It's just... what's the fucking point. If they can kill us whenever the fuck they want, just for fun, just because they want to, what's even the fucking point?

[closerift]

Taako, if this is all a game? ... And even if it isn't. The point is to beat them. To stand against-- whatever it is: the gods, the Null, the monsters from the coliseum, and to win. [ She doesn't get closer, doesn't grip him by the shoulders, but her eyes are blazing, her voice emphatic. ] They have incredible power, but so do the lot of us. We can resist them and fight and stand together, because even if all that is to them is a nuisance, then we are taking some kind of damned meaningful action. Whatever it is that we can do here, we do it, and that is where our power lies.

[ No matter what hell they're put through in Hadriel, they've dug themselves out again. Sometimes literally. Cecily knows now that the face and name of their enemy doesn't matter, and that the only truth to hold on to for dear life is that they are all here together. ]

If you can put your trust into one thing today, Taako, please. Believe me.

[pocketspa]

[He doesn't really understand why she's still here. He's been nothing but unpleasant and he knows this, even if he has no desire or energy to ever make himself more palatable for others. But she has strength. A fire he's sorely missing. There's a joke here, about how he always gravitates towards these types of people- people who pull him into danger, people who believe the best in others, people who want to do well. Maybe it's what he wants to do, too, and it's just impossible to get there on his own.

Trust is funny, with him. He never wants to give it. But he does, without knowing, an extension of simply wanting not to be so alone. He's safe, in isolation, but he's not happy. He never was.

He tries to will his breathing slower, hand in his hair shaking as he pushes it back like he was smoothing something out, like he wasn't about to pull something right out.]

Trust you, huh?

[I trust nothing, and no one.

He doesn't want to be that way.]

... We'll get 'em. But sometimes you gotta regroup, so.

[He's not giving up. But he needs her back. He knows this.]

You can. I mean. I'm still gonna go wreck a temple or two. 'Ff you wanna come with.

[closerift]

I do. [ It's what they both need right now. ] I've only got the one arm, but I'll do enough smashing for two.

[ If this helps either of them a microscopic amount, then it will be worth it. ]

Ready? [ She asks with some gentleness, tilting her head toward the nearest temple. ]

[pocketspa]

[He watches her carefully, when she looks away. He wants her so desperately to be Lup, to curl around a person made perfectly to mirror him and escape the world. But she's not. And yet, she reminds him of plenty of others he's met along the way, the energy he needs to pull him through.

She would've fit right in, on the ship. For a moment, he's sad she wasn't.

So he nods, and starts walking.]

Let's mess somebody's day, bubbleh. They owe me.

[And he'll start finding ways to try and heal from this.]