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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[Lup can't remember why she's here, standing on the well-worn path in the cemetery in her funeral best, draped in matte black, a fashionable hat perched on her head. She'd been...somewhere else, somewhere that felt blurry, like thinking too hard on it left her thoughts to be drowned out in static.

But she spies Kate, a familiar face even if she can't quite remember why, and steps aside. When the other woman moves, Lup will follow, eager to stick by someone she actually recognizes in this place.]

Hey, why are we even here? Did I miss the memo?

( Ah, so she did take the invitation is the first thought to run through Kate's head when Lup's all-too-familiar face comes into sight. Her brows knit at the questions, a quizzical expression flitting over her face. )

Said you'd come, aye?

( C'mon, Lup, you're not that old yet. Kate nods her head to a cluster of graves in front of them, only beginning to show the signs of being weathered by time.

Those five. That's why they're here. )

[Technically, she is that old, but y'know, kind of Kate to think otherwise. The elf follows the other woman's careful nod towards the cluster of graves, five familiar headstones peaking up out of the ground. Even if Lup can't see the names written there yet, suddenly, it all clicks.

Of course she knows why she's here, how could she have ever forgotten? Lup's here to support Kate.]

Sorry, just a brain fart. I'm all here and ready, promise.

( Would that we could all age like elves, but such things are impossible.

Kate doesn't smile, but her face softens when Lup answers. She's used to coming here alone, but there are times when this ritual stretches out like an impossible task and the hand of a friend helps.

Not that she'd admit that in so many words. )

C'mon.

( Read: thanks.

The last few steps of the path to the copse of graves is easier with someone familiar at her side, and Kate clears old, dry flowers from each of the five patches before replacing them with fresh bouquets. )

Meant to do this last month, but...

( Well. Life. )

[That thanks is understood, the furrow of confusion between Lup's brows softening as her smile stretches, warm and open for Kate. She doesn't need any prompt to follow, trailing beside the woman, step for step, approaching the tombstones with her friend.

Lup's sharp gaze lingers against the nearest one, before she's flicking her eyes up to take in Kate's expression as the younger woman moves to replace their old bouquets.]

But shit happens. [Life moves too fast to linger on things like that. It's always best to move on.]

I don't think anyone could give you crap for that, just how it is. But you're here now.

( A nod to Lup's words. Shit does indeed happen. Historically, since she was twelve and still did this with her brother, she would carve out time twice a year to visit. The anniversary of their deaths, and somewhere in between.

Then Marc joined their parents, a fifth headstone in the group, and that second visit became the anniversary of his death. She bites her lip and brushes the tip of a finger across a petal, rocking back on her heels as she surveys each of the graves. Two Galloways, three Lockwoods.

And one Galloway left standing. How easily families crumble. )

Makes me wish I hadn't moved so far away.

( But she knows she'd despise the reminders of the things that coloured the beginnings of adulthood, the mess that continued until this very year. )

[Lup can't really relate, can't understand the bonds of an extended family outside of just a twin brother. They'd been left behind, passed around, left unwanted for so long. Familial relationships, the strength of blood, none of it matters in the slightest to Lup.

But she knows Kate, from the tense line of her shoulders down to the emotion hidden softly behind the brush of her fingers at the gravestone. This is so important to her friend. And so even if she can't relate, it's so important to Lup too.

Lup hovers right at Kate's side, not quite intruding into the moment, but standing there as a source of strength for her, someone to lean on if she needs it.]

No shade, babe, you know I fucking support you through everything, but like. Why did you? Why'd you leave in the first place?

( A twin brother is enough to understand it, in Kate's opinion. But she's never been much for debating issues like that, for bringing them up in the first place. )

Eh?

( For a moment, just a moment, the world around them seems to waver, to become indistinct and fuzzy like the first seconds after opening your eyes in the morning. The reasons have been pretty clear to all her friends, and to most anyone keeping an eye on the news, really. )

Training. ( The answer is short, almost snappy, and Kate's lips purse as she lets her eyes fall on the graves in front of her, lingering on the newest of the group before she exhales.

Okay, true. But not all of it. )

I couldn't... deal with bein' here. Too many shitty memories. ( Her tongue runs against her teeth as she tries to push memories of what they did to this entire country in the name of getting out from under the years of shit that happened in The Agency. ) Too much we fucked up.

[Taako is Lup's heart, her home. It's hard to think of him as simply a brother. He's half of her whole being, making it difficult in her mind to separate the two of them. So much more one whole person than two fragmented ones.

Something shifts, goes fuzzy, blurs like the crackling static she's used to, but it lasts for so brief a time that Lup barely blinks and it's gone. Just a fleeting glimpse of the edges of this place, of reality trying to peek through. Lup shakes her head and it's gone.]

I get that. [And she does, even if the actual memory of what she'd done seems lost to her. But the feeling remains, of a world in ruin because of the things she'd made, fires sweeping through entire cities, leaving nothing but smooth, black glass behind. The elf's shoulders tremble, her hands curling into fists at her side.] Outta our control. It was probs the only choice you could make.

[For women like her and Kate, there's so often only the one path to take.]

Bet they're glad you still make it out here.

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