Event Log: Home Sweet Home

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Home Sweet Home event
Where: All over the city
When: June 20th-July 2nd
Warnings: Nothing bad could ever happen now that you're home

It could happen at any moment- any action you do could be cut short by a sudden trancelike state, and so hopefully it happens when you're safe in your surroundings. And of course you're safe... after all, what could happen to you now that you're finally home?

Whether you don't remember Hadriel at all, or you just believe that this entire ordeal is over, you're home for good now, which is something worth celebrating. What happens in your home? Are you treated like royalty or just cast aside and forgotten? How are your friends doing? Your family? Everything is just as it should be and it's easy to get lost in it, even for an unlucky onlooker who may find themselves drawn into your trance and able to interact with you as you mill about your world and your reality.

Snapping out of it is the only way to end this trance, and you've got to eat and sleep at some point, but how can you go back now that you've been teased with what you desire (or maybe even fear) the most?

► This log covers June 20th-July 2nd.
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► If you die of homesickness let us know here.

Comments

[toiletseat_girl]

[her world would involve a lot more classic novels and kaiju movies and "Star Trek" and a lot fewer corpses]

Uh. Yeah, I'm worried about anything that might make me turn out like that. [she points at the corpses]

Soul. . . cubes? I've never heard of that before. Maybe you can explain it? [because the souls all looked human in George's world. granted, they had the wounds their death inflicted if the Reaper didn't get there in time, but. still human]

[proselytise]

[ That would probably be more fun than this one. ]

We won't have to be part of that, out here.

[ Though he sure does plan on turning out like a corpse before the day ends. ]

Put simply, they're people's souls. They contain all of the data on a person-- who they are, what they've been through, what they believe. These people's soul data has all been erased.

[toiletseat_girl]

[a root canal followed by a pap smear would be more fun than this one]

So out there, we'll be safe?

[nope. not okay. not allowed. not if she has anything to say about it]

You can't just--erase souls! They go on to the afterlife and that's it.

[proselytise]

[ Oh, it's not that-- okay, yeah, it is that bad. He sounds a bit like he's trying to convince himself as he tells her-- ]

Yes. We'll be fine.

[ Though it's easy enough to chalk up to worry about all that's out here. ]

I don't agree with the practice myself, but there's little we can do about it.

[toiletseat_girl]

[af;klasjlkfaklsaklf, of course it's that bad. what has she gotten herself (and this kid) into?]

...yeah, I'm not exactly feeling reassured.

[her "the universe is fucking with me" alarm is going full tilt. jsyk]

We can't help them? We have to just--just leave 'em there?

[proselytise]

[ Nothing good, of course. ]

I understand. Unfortunately, I've never been particularly good at helping with that.

[ Is there really much that'd be reassuring about being led around by a 5'2" high schooler... ]

There's nothing that could be gained from helping them. They're nothing more than empty shells.

[toiletseat_girl]

[of course not. of course]

Then that's something we have in common.

[sounds about as reassuring as being led around by a 5'3" Grim Reaper]

Empty shells? Meaning what, they had no souls?

[proselytise]

I suppose we're not so different, you and I.

[ Smiling, a bit sadly. ]

Their souls haven't been taken, but just...reformatted. Their soul data was erased entirely. It's similar, though.

[toiletseat_girl]

I guess not. Are you bad at socializing, too?

[she tries to smile back, but it's likely not reassuring.

she gets a look of consternation on her face] But, how do they do that? Usually, you can't get to a soul unless you're a Reaper.

[proselytise]

Haha, you could definitely say that.

[ He returns the smile, and it's...probably equally unsure. ]

Science tends to find a way, doesn't it?

[toiletseat_girl]

Lucky us, then.

[two people who suck at peopling together. awesome]

So, they took the souls out using--what kind of science? How does it work?

[proselytise]

I'll admit, I'm not sure how it works. Their methods aren't something I'm familiar with.

[ It might help if they were, but no such luck. ]

[toiletseat_girl]

I'd really like to know how they did it. 'Cause that's supposed to be something only Reapers can do.

[let the descent into awkward begin]

[proselytise]

I think the only way to find out would be to experience it, but...

[ Don't...do that? ]

[toiletseat_girl]

Yeahhhh, no. Kinda fond of my soul staying where it is.

[where to next?]

[proselytise]

[ He laughs, kind of awkwardly. ]

Should we keep going?

[ Though the path ahead seems to stretch out into nothingness, a desolate wasteland. ]

[toiletseat_girl]

[that's cool, her laughs are awkward, too]

Yeah. Let's get the fuck outta here.

[wastelands are better than bodies with no souls and no comforting reason for why these bodies have no souls]

[proselytise]

I think that would be best.

[ That works! He doesn't need to let her lead this time, since it's...pretty much the same in all directions.

He'll walking in silence, as if he's just waiting for the blank landscape to shift, or for her to say something. ]

[toiletseat_girl]

[and she walks for a while.

just walks.

and walks.

but the silence and monotony of her surroundings get the best of her and she has to ask]

Okay, so what the fuck is this place?

[proselytise]

I'm not sure...even as the god of this world, that's something I can't answer.

[toiletseat_girl]

[skeptical look is skeptical]

But isn't that something you should know? If you really are the god of this world.

[proselytise]

Unfortunately, when I came here, I lost many of my memories.

[ Okay, so it's a lie, but whatever. ]

[toiletseat_girl]

You're shitting me.

[skeptical look turns incredulous]

[proselytise]

I'm not.

[ Don't be rude, gosh! ]

[toiletseat_girl]

That's really fucking inconvenient.

[she's not being rude, she's being mildly annoyed]