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?

► This log covers June 20th-July 2nd.
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Having legs for days has its downsides when you're a walking beanpole. It's rare for a woman, though not impossible, as Ravine is a testament of. She's learned to reel it in a bit so that those sharing smaller statures such as Charles can manage without exerting themselves.

"Kindness is not a barter system," Ravine remarks, glancing at one of the windows to the buildings they pass by on these ruined streets. "Rather, it should not be. I do not expect you to be indebted."

Whatever he thinks she did, anyway. Ravine is careful to treat lightly here.

That's very kind of her-- especially because he's not much for running or jogging or...anything physical. "I know it isn't," he starts, and doesn't quite know how to continue. It feels impossible to explain, and improbable that she'd even believe him. "There isn't much I can do for you, aside from this."

Whatever "this" is. But this isn't his world, even if he were the House's true god, that wouldn't be the case here.

That is certainly one thing they both have in common -- they are strangers to whatever place this is. They don't belong. Regarded like nothing more than warped interlopers.

"Then I will accept that much. It is enough." She walks on, hoping for an end to these almost familiar wastelands of collapsed structures, bug-infested and dark. "How much farther must we go?"

She asks, more concerned for his sake than her own.

"It shouldn't be much further now." Though if she wants to stop here, that's fine too-- it's all the same to him. "Though it may be that...even out here, there's no place for us." He's hesitant, nervous. It's hard to read her expression-- is she annoyed? Tired? He can't tell. What is it she wants, exactly?

"That is fine," Ravine says, continuing with a joyless smile. She doesn't make an effort to be very readable on the surface, despite what she says. "There isn't much a place for me anywhere."

Not in life, and not even in death. She is used to this by now, so there's no point in being sad about it anymore.

Well, that's certainly relatable. (Hashtag relatable, to be exact.) "I wouldn't be surprised if that's true about myself, either." Even somewhere like the House, the closest thing he's found to a place for him is a different person.

(That probably says something about him, actually.)

They're probably far enough that it's just easier to go through with this than to run back to School and pretend that anything about this situation is fine. She acts like it is, but...she has to know.

Funny how often she hears such things, mostly from those who feel as if they're teetering on the brink.

"'No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main'," Ravine recalls the writings of a once-living poet. She can't help but smile, thinking that. "It is nice to think that people thrive outside of loneliness, but the fact is that each life and soul is a journey made on their own. I figure I am not the only one who thinks that."

Even when a person dies, most of the time she has to send them through that Door alone. She can't follow, nor find rest and peace in eternity.

"No, I don't think you'd be the only one. Even people who spend most of their lives together, or die together...they took different paths, saw the world differently. It's impossible to make that entire journey with one person." It's certainly something he agrees with; it was the way he lived and the way things are now. Maybe that's how it's supposed to be, even though--

"I think this is far enough."

The way he speaks, it sounds like more than a simple philosophy; it sounds inevitable. Though inevitability is how many could describe life.

She slows to a stop when he speaks, glancing down at him out the corner of her eye.

"And where do you intend to go from here?"

He's definitely nervous; it's apparent in his voice and the way he's looking just about everywhere that isn't at her. "We can go back-- both of us-- to my Heavenly Realm."

Which sounds less scary than he's making it sound, but.

This time, Ravine looks at him like he's cracked a funny joke, with a mix of some incredulity in there as well. It's just... a strange thing for anyone to tell her, even in a dream. She has never gone to the other side, neither has she ever seen anyone come back from there -- only the results of what happens to those stuck in between. To those like herself.

"I am afraid that there is no such place like that for me."

"I know it may sound hard to believe, but...it's our only way out." If it works. If she accepts. There are so many unknowns, and it's not like this is going to fix everything because he'll still be dead and in the House but he can't just leave her here like this, despite everything-- it's too cruel.

He takes out the packs of pills that he'd gotten for this purpose. "There's enough for both of us, I made sure of that."

No explanation, no context. He just pulls out the big guns right off the bat, and Ravine frowns. She's met countless of people who have died in a variety of ways, suicides certainly being common among them. Those who dare to take their own lives have a way of crossing over in... warped ways.

So she doesn't accept the pills. She doesn't reject them, either.

"What if there was another way?"

He laughs, quiet and somewhat awkward, nervous. "What other way is there?" It's not physically leaving the School that matters here, so much as it is freeing her from everything in this world. He doesn't bother putting the pills away, yet. He can still convince her.

He hopes.

With a warm expression, she leans over to the teenager's face, drawing a thick strand of long black hair over the back of her own ear. She speaks as though she were to be sharing a secret...

"How about I take you away from here instead?" Ravine says calmly, taking his hand holding out those packs of pills into her own gloved fingers and closing them. "You can put those away."

She isn't certain if her way will work, but she has to try.

Event Log: Home Sweet Home

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