hadriel_logs | Event Log: Home Sweet Home

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?

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Do you like it?

[Abigail is curious. Up until the death of her father, her life was private. Overnight, she became famous.]

I did that, the fake happy, for my dad and my mom. I don't know if I could manage it now.

I loved it.

[wearing beautiful clothes, having all eyes on her. the smiling, always smiling, grew tiresome though]

Then, you shouldn't try. You should only act happy when you are happy.

It didn't feel like pressure?

[Abigail begins to make her way down.]

Then I might never act happy again.

Of course it did, but I thrived under pressure.

[Margaery waits until she's gotten a fair distance down, then follows]

Are you really so unhappy?

I don't think I would. I might end up becoming whatever everyone else wanted. Lose myself again.

[When she's close enough to the ground, Abigail jumps down.]

Most of the time, I am. And when I do feel happy it doesn't last because I know I shouldn't be happy.

There is that danger. I pretended to be what people wanted of me, but I never let it become me.

[she climbs down to a similar height, then jumps down as well]

I know you've done. . . things in your past, but you can't let it rule your life forever.

You must be strong. I want to be strong too. Hannibal says he can give me my power back. Be my guide.

[She gives a little nod. She's heard that before, but it means more coming from someone else with a painful past.]

Adapt and move on? I hope I can.

My grandmother would not have bothered to teach me as much as she did were I not strong. If you wish it, I can help you as well.

[Margaery has known her share of pain, but also has had joy in her accomplishments]

You will. It will take time, but I every confidence in you.

I'd like that. You'll have to be careful though. Not to be helping me too much around the doctors. They think their help is the only kind that works. They're so wrong.

[She leads the way towards the city.]

It'll be easier now. They don't have authority outside the hospital, they'll have to call the cops and we'll be gone before they get here. [Local police were always too slow around there to catch anyone.]

[A hint of a smile.]

Thank you.

[she laughs] Of course not around the doctors, the fools. It will be just between you and me.

[she follows alongside, taking in her surroundings]

Really? How clever! They won't be able to do a thing.

It does work out well for us.

[They couldn't even find in her in all the time it took to dig up Nick Boyle's grave.]

Baltimore's nice at night, isn't it? Much more exciting than my home town.

Indeed it does. So why not continue?

[that would be fortunate]

Yes, it's lovely. The lights are particularly nice. It smells better than King's Landing does.

Really?

[Abigail smirks.]

Guess we got lucky. It'll smell even better when we get to Hannibal's place. He's always cooking.

Is that so surprising?

[she smiles]

Oh? He's a good cook? Will we have time for a bite to eat?

I'm used to the smells of a forest, I guess.

He is. He's a real gourmet. He made me high life eggs once. I'd never even heard of that before. And sausage made from scratch.

Well, I'm used to King's Landing which smelled of pig shit and unwashed bodies crammed into too small a place.

What are high life eggs? I've never heard of such a thing?

Ugh. Glad we're not there. Sounds like a compost heap mixed with a B.O. factory.

It's fried eggs in fancy bread. Hannibal called it brioche. Much better than wonder bread. There's onions, paprika, tomatoes and salt in the eggs too.

I'd agree with you if I had any idea what either of those things are.

I think I'd like to try that. I've never had eggs cooked that way. [she thinks a moment] In fact, I think I've only had boiled eggs.

Compost is using stuff like kitchen scraps and leaves, to make fertilizer for the plants. And B.O.'s just short for body order.

Oh, wow. There's a lot of things we could ask him to make. High life eggs, omelettes, huevos rancheros, scrambled eggs, eggs benedict, a frittata. [She chuckles.] Breakfast is for dinner is one of my favourite things.

Oh, no, King's Landing smells far worse than compost.

I have no idea what almost any of those things are, but they must be delicious. I've never had breakfast for supper.

Then I'm really glad we're not there.

They are! I hope Hannibal will make us some. Anything he makes will be really good, I promise. [And possibly made from people, but Abigail doesn't know that.]

As am I.

Then we should hurry to get there! I don't know about you, but I'm starving.

[Abigail speeds up her pace a bit.]

Me too. And I'm looking forward to you meeting him. He's a lot better than any of the doctors you've meet in the hospital.

[Margaery speeds up to match her pace]

That wouldn't be difficult. Those doctors, I honestly think got their degrees from a back alley salesman.

Event Log: Home Sweet Home

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