hadriel_logs | Event Log: Love Yourself

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Event Log: Love Yourself

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Love Yourself event
Where: All over the city
When: June 13th-June 16th
Warnings: Love yourself! No, not like that ~~maybe a little like that~~

One morning, you wake up and decide that it's high time you love yourself. Whether you weren't loving yourself at all before, or if you just weren't loving yourself enough, it's time to ramp that up to All You, All The Time. After all, nobody else is going to help you get ahead as much as you will, now that you're taking some time off to really focus on yourself.

Screw chores, screw people who are going to hold you back- all you feel is an unbridled sense of narcissism and the idea that you really do deserve it. Whether that means that you're spending the week searching for instant gratification, cutting all your ties that have been dragging you down, or focusing on your passion project that you've been shelving for other responsibilities, it's bound to be good for you and your mental health.

After all, what's life worth living for if it's not worth living for yourself?

► This log covers June 13th-June 16th.
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HOT SPRINGS

[ Love is the best, in Rita's POV, suck it.

Your resident zombie ~~princess~~ ~~brat~~ spy (kinda) from Seattle is enjoying the hell out of the hot springs. She's wearing a two-piece and has her glorious white-blond hair up in a bun as she soaks, showers off, or lounges somewhere the steam will warm her up. She's beauty, she's grace, she's pale as old lace.

This event is Rita's day to day life turned to 21.

(option 1)

To Hot Men (tm) she will smirk and say, ] Hey, handsome, you dtf? [ Yep. The letters DTF. ] I have magic condoms. Safety guaranteed.

[ (option 2)

To anyone else, she'll smirk and say, ] Came to enjoy my company, I see. Don't stay unless you have something interesting to talk about. Life's too short to be bored and annoyed.

[Make that two beautiful women in two pieces with their white-blond hair tied up and out of the way. Lup's soaking in the water, head tipped back and eyes closed, dark lashes fanned out against her sharp cheekbones, thoroughly content to just lounge in this space until Rita's voice drags her back in from her drifting thoughts.

Lup peeks an eye open at the other woman and grins.]

Hun, I'm the most interesting woman on this whole island. Trust me. Boring doesn't even exist when I'm around.

[ Ay girl aay. ]

Prove it. I live to be entertained.

[Lup's eyes slide away from Rita briefly, down to give her manicured nails a casual glance, before the elf's grinning to herself.]

You asked for it.

[With the barest wiggle of her fingers - which already is just for show - Rita may feel a little lighter, her body slowly lifting up out of the water with a levitation spell. Lup lifts Rita until she's an inch or two over the water, hovering there steadily in the air.]

[ Rita honestly did not expect magic, which is a gross oversight for someone who's, you know, in Hadriel.

The steam from the hot springs keeps her warm as she hovers there, impressed as hell and amused to boot. A little mad, sure -- she was comfortable where she was -- but hey. This is interesting for sure. ]

I'll give you this. Now what about without magic?

[The elf grins, leaving Rita there balancing against nothing in mid-air, before she slips down a little further into the hot spring.]

Without magic? Sounds fake, but I'm always pretty damn fun to have around. What do you want? A friggin' show?

[Caedra doesn't often spend time in the hot springs. No real reason for that, in particular, and in fact, today seems like just the day to go lounge in the water for a little while.

It's the funniest thing, though, she realizes as she arrives and looks out over the pools. Rita seems to be wearing something resembling a couple tiny strips of fabric. Not the sort of bathing wear she's accustomed to the northerners wearing on those few summer days when it was warm enough to enter the water. The women in Hafeld, those brave enough to swim, wore something that covered far more skin. That was what she had expected to see, given the paleness of these people and their Liondean habits.

At Ironhold, of course, if lounging in a heated pool is the activity of the hour, it is done in the nude. Why wear anything at all?

Caedra spares Rita a curious glance as she pulls off her boots and begins to unbutton her outer layer. At least they share an appreciation for fashion, curious as the differences may be.]

I suppose that depends on what you consider interesting, then. Is there a name for that little outfit you have on?

[ Oh it's the short stabby lady who's actually not so bad. Rita flicks her gaze over lazily at her. ]

It's called a bikini. [ There's no irritation in her voice. She's way too mellowed out on self-love. ] Interesting meaning exciting, funny, unique. I'm fond of stories where people completely wreck people who've screwed them over. You must have something good to share.

[Caedra returns that explanation, and the request for a story, with a low, smug chuckle. She doesn't bother folding clothing neatly - who cares, really, prestidigitation will take care of any wrinkles later - and instead tosses things onto a large rock nearby to keep them dry as she strips down to nothing but her pendant and her ring and then slides into the water. What tale to tell? There are so many good ones. But one of the most recent comes to mind.

Now, to tell it vaguely enough to someone who knows little about her and her world so that she doesn't ask too many questions.]

There aren't many who dare to try with me. But - shortly before I came here, I was sent to steal an artifact of great value to my lord. It was well-guarded, so I was sent with assistants who had supposedly proven themselves up to the task. One of them ended up needing too much help and continually wasted my time when I had to keep stepping in to save him. We were up against giants, see, and perhaps he was just too shaken by their height to fight effectively. We ended up effectively outnumbered and were forced to retreat.

Once home, I brought him before the entire army and told them all what he had done, why he was the cause of our failure.

[A slow, satisfied grin creeps across her face, though her eyes are closed. The water is nice, and so is her recollection of the screaming crowds, thirsty for blood. So, too, grows her own hunger for violence, something the hot springs cannot quench. She'll find a suitable victim soon. It's a powerful sort of need.]

It was beautiful, the way they all surged forward to tear him to pieces.

[ Rita can't say she'd expected Caedra to take off everything but her jewelry, but she's not bothered. It is a hot spring, after all. Rita is just trying to recreate the poolside theme she so dearly misses. ...she'll totally strip for a fuck, though. Anyone else can just leave if they're upset. ]

Well done!

[ The story sounds so cutthroat corporate competition. Like something Vaughn would do, and-- let's be real here, like something Rita herself might do. There'd be less bloodshed, but she'd certainly have the weakest link terminated in both senses of the word.

So as she leans back against the stone, she smirks and chuckles. Her voice comes out much more relaxed now. ]

People who hold you back have no place working for you. I'll have to do that someday myself. The threat of death is such a good motivator. [ She turns briefly to shoot Caedra a smile. ] You get me. How liberating.

[Caedra smiles back, then closes her eyes, relaxing in the water. It's nice that the person she ran into here is one who is far more tolerable than most. Confusing, certainly. Mysterious. She'd like to know more. But they do have a few things in common, as Rita says.]

Public execution is a useful tool, I have to say. Keeps the rabble in line. So, then - surely you have a story of your own, if not one that ends in death. How do you deal with one who has wronged you?

[ Too many people here are so morally decent. It's boring, though also easy to use to her advantage. And then there's Serah, the exception. There's always one, but she'll keep that to herself.

She has far better stories. ]

I made my roommate's ex kill monsters on pain of death. [ And then they both became said monsters -- she's not going to think about that now. It's a virus, not a curse. ] He went right back to her -- he refused me, ugh, for some goody two shoes wannabe hero, -- so I set to make her jealous and get them fighting.

[ Petty compared to how things go in Caedra's world, but-- ] It was fun. Making people question their morals may turn into a new hobby.

[Petty indeed, Caedra has that same thought, but laughs a little anyway. It's not as if she herself is above petty. What's important is getting whatever you want, whichever way you can. Or if it's not important, then at least it's fun, as Rita says.]

Mm, it's a fun hobby to have. And jealousy is such a funny thing, too. People can respond to it in the most delightfully violent of ways.

It is. Get people jealous enough and they do things they never would've imagined themselves capable of. It makes them so upset.

[ She's sure Liv doesn't regret punching her, but that crazy stalker thing she'd had going for a while? Reading all his texts, stalking his social media accounts? Rita likes to think her ex-roomie regrets becoming obsessive over a guy. A hot one, but still just a guy. ]

Good times. I've earned a nice rest in the hot springs.

It certainly sounds like you have. Honestly, your people need to spend less time overthinking things. If you want to relax? Just do it. There's no need to let someone else's demands stop you.

[Which is something they find bafflingly hard to grasp. Sure, perhaps back home they have societies and families and things to fit into, where acting out will cause repercussions like imprisonment. Caedra finds that ridiculous, but she can understand why they fear consequences. But here? Who cares.]

[ Rita snickers, closing her eyes and sinking a little deeper into the water. Why dows everyone hate Love so much? Idiots. ]

If they can't figure it out, that's their problem. You, however, have, so you can stay. I don't mind you.

[ Is that any way to make friends or talk to the woman who murdered you. ]

Rita Du Clark | ota east island

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god i am so sorry for this garbage bag lmao

hahaha I had to force him into this situation. I just had to.

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i apologize for her omg

She's amazing. I'm dying.