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hadriel_logs2016-04-19 02:08 am
quaerit) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-04-19 02:08 am
Entry tags:
The Killing Game
Who: The Raven crew: Gansey, Blue, Adam, Ronan and Noah
What: Blue targets Gansey during the Assassin event
Where: The Raven House.
When: During Rage's Assassin event
Warnings: Attempted murder, the full list of swear words known by Ronan Lynch, teenage angst.
[ As far as Gansey knows, it's an ordinary morning in their house. He's yet to venture outside, and hasn't seen any of his friends emerge from their rooms. Given that his own is the living room these days, and also given that he struggles to sleep most nights, he typically finds himself wandering around alone in the mornings. This isn't a place with a great prevalence of cereal boxes, and his beloved car is still at home, so his usual methods of distracting a wakeful mind are unavailable.
That's why, on this particular morning, his friends will arrive to discover Gansey has built some approximation of the Eiffel Tower out of a range of the house's cutlery. There may have been one or two minor crashes, when his efforts collapsed on him, but really, that should just make everyone glad that he didn't decide to use the plates. This is a lot harder than it looks. He's in the kitchen, minding his own business, and setting this monstrosity up on one of the counters. There's also some indeterminate can of something being warmed in the microwave; let no one say he never attempts to cook for his friends.
Oblivious to what's started to happen around the city, Gansey goes innocently about his model building, and waits for the first of them to wake up. ]
What: Blue targets Gansey during the Assassin event
Where: The Raven House.
When: During Rage's Assassin event
Warnings: Attempted murder, the full list of swear words known by Ronan Lynch, teenage angst.
[ As far as Gansey knows, it's an ordinary morning in their house. He's yet to venture outside, and hasn't seen any of his friends emerge from their rooms. Given that his own is the living room these days, and also given that he struggles to sleep most nights, he typically finds himself wandering around alone in the mornings. This isn't a place with a great prevalence of cereal boxes, and his beloved car is still at home, so his usual methods of distracting a wakeful mind are unavailable.
That's why, on this particular morning, his friends will arrive to discover Gansey has built some approximation of the Eiffel Tower out of a range of the house's cutlery. There may have been one or two minor crashes, when his efforts collapsed on him, but really, that should just make everyone glad that he didn't decide to use the plates. This is a lot harder than it looks. He's in the kitchen, minding his own business, and setting this monstrosity up on one of the counters. There's also some indeterminate can of something being warmed in the microwave; let no one say he never attempts to cook for his friends.
Oblivious to what's started to happen around the city, Gansey goes innocently about his model building, and waits for the first of them to wake up. ]
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Probably. You'd have to feed them junk... [ She shakes her head, twisting her lips in a frown.
And then... with a heavy sigh. ]
That other world... It made going other places interesting. I almost didn't want to go home. I mean, if mom had been there and everyone else we loved I might never have left. [ She raises her eyes to his. ]
You didn't get much luck in your world before this one, did you?
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I'm not sure I ever get much luck.
[The world she was in sounds much better. Nicer. Like someplace you could really live, instead of just surviving day-to-day and hoping for a way home. Maybe that other Adam got all the luck that this one doesn't have.]
It wasn't great. It was as dangerous as this one, except instead of a power source we were all being used as sacrifices. I don't know if this is an improvement or just a different kind of torture, but at least every once in awhile they do something nice for us here.
[Not that Adam ever trusts those things, but it's better than constant terror.]
Now that you're here, I'm sure you want to go home.