Event Log: Gifts from the Door

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone taking place in the event
What: Random stuff showing up all over Hadriel!
Where: Throughout the islands
When: Oct 5th-8th
Warnings: None

For once, something terrible isn't about to happen- unless you think that getting stuff is terrible, in which case it absolutely is! On the morning of October 5th, items will start appearing all over Hadriel from various other worlds. These items are generally small in size, but are absolutely not from Hadriel and not anything that the gods could have really created, given their limited knowledge about the customs and culture of whatever world you're from.

It's just as well really, because some of this stuff is alien to you as well. Different things from different worlds are all liable to show up and they don't always wind up matched to those whose worlds they're from.

So maybe you wake up with a candy bar on your pillow- or maybe you find some coins that look alien to you, or a necklace, or something else that you may be unfamiliar with. The only way to find out what it is is to ask, right?

► This log covers October 5th-8th.
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Trafalgar Law - OPEN

[hot_mes]

[HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM no literally it's not until the 6th - his actual legit birthday - that Law realizes there's weird shit just laying around places. Can't blame him, he's had his head down for a while, avoiding people and working hard. But starting on the 6th, he can be found out and about, roaming, picking things up, usually inspecting them and then leaving them where he found them (seriously some of you have terrible diets, he's going to judge you hard for those pop tarts) but once in a while, stopping and taking something along for the ride.

Those academic papers are of particular interest. He's actually carrying a couple in one hand while he pokes around looking for more. Pirate coins also catch his eye, not that money is much use here but look he's got skull-and-crossbones radar. Coffee, hell yeah. Conversely if you've found his medical text or wanted poster, he really would be pleased to see them so let's trade - whatever he's holding, he may swap it. Or not. Maybe he'll even tell you where he saw that thing you were looking for.

Of course, with the Door instability he might fly into a rage if you're bogarting something he wants, or wibble over a book, or respond unpredictably to requests for information, who the fuck knows anymore. Today is a day to risk it.]

[puzzlingly]

What did you find?

「Is Law distracted enough to let this one read over his shoulder or just being his patient self? Because that's exactly what Atem is doing now, munching on a Pocky, yes a Pocky! Want a Pocky, matey?

Of course, do not mind how shitty his face might look, like he fell from the stairs or something, at least that broken lip is healing nicely.」

[uptightness]

[It's odd, to say the least, as if someone had just flown overhead and spewed out an assortment of items. She has found some that she is familiar with, but a vast majority of them are completely unknown to her. There has been a book or two, but aside from moving them somewhere a little safer so that they don't get ruined by rain, she's left them. No point in carrying around ten pounds of paperbacks...

As it is, she has found a rolled up piece of paper, which when unrolled, is said wanted poster. Dead or alive, huh? Well, it might be good for starting a fire, as who really wants that floating around. It is why though she starts a short time later as she passes by a man, doing a double take as her eyes pass over him the first time, to stop a second time. The poster hadn't given much information, although she hasn't heard of anyone making too much trouble here.]

Don't suppose you have a twin.

[such_a_teez]

[Tyki has a handful of random papers tucked safely away under an arm, he's been collecting them as he wanders about today. Some of them might just belong to Law, and depending on how things go Law might not even have to trade for them.

Tyki isn't interesting in what's on the papers, at all. Law's desired ones or otherwise. But it's the hunt that's fun, the experience of something new driving him. So while he's enjoying himself he's not particularly attached to his finds.]

Caedra | OTA

[abyssalarcana]

Shoreline. It's very early in the morning on the 5th when Caedra, walking her way along one of the inner shorelines, comes across a conspicuous object: a flag, unknown to her but wet and crumpled as if dragged up onto the rocks by the waves and left stranded. Its red and white stripes stand out brilliantly against the dull cobble beach. She picks it up with a few fingers and lets it hang limply, then discards it as trash.

When she turns to look back in the direction she was heading, suddenly there are items everywhere. Not densely scattered, no, but as she looks at her surroundings she can pick them out, lying on the ground or floating in the water. It's the cluster of brilliant flowers floating just a few feet away that has her suddenly scrambling forward, walking straight into the water up to her waist to grab them as she disregards the wet and the cold because she knows where these come from. And should someone approach she'll turn abruptly to see who it is, and then look vaguely disappointed.

"What just happened?"

Elsewhere. Caedra has reclaimed that flag and with the addition of a few holes and a torn strip of clothing made into makeshift rope, she's fashioned herself a sort of drawstring bag to collect things in. She will race you to grab a bag of coffee with its odd lettering, or may demand that you turn one over if she sees you pick it up. The next most-valued item she spots with some frequency is books, and it hardly seems to matter what the content is. If the language is something other than what these people seem to call English then it's of particular interest to her. Perhaps unexpectedly, she ignores the pendants that match the one she usually wears under her top, aside from an amused smile at anyone who has claimed one. She'll be glad people seem to want them, for they should certainly be spread far and wide.

Oct. 7. Caedra isn't feeling herself today. Optimism isn't something that usually describes her - confidence, ambition, sure. But genuine optimism? Hopefulness? Not among her typical qualities.

And yet she seems to be wearing a smile today, seems a little more tolerant than usual. She has an armful of those thorned stalks bearing their bright orange flowers and all she can think of is the joy she'll feel when she returns home. Because she will. Of that, she's certain. So lost in her daydream is she that she might just bump straight into you. Whoops. But even if not, boy, what is she so happy about?

Wildcard: Hey I am down to do anything with this event really, feel free to PM or hit me up on plurk @tinylongwing.

October 7th. IT'S TIME

[hoperulesdespairdrools]

And as it happens, Caedra bumps into a young, skinny and scruffy-looking teenager, knocking his can of his favourite drink, Blue Ram, into his face and causing him to fall backwards. Heck, some of the liquid from the Blue Ram might fall on you. Whoops.

Elsewhere

[uptightness]

As it were, Carolina has only picked up the bag to try to figure out what it is when she hears someone demanding it. There is a quirk of one eyebrow on her forehead as her gaze levels towards her. She can't say that she is familiar with it, but there seem to be a lot of items that Carolina isn't familiar with all of a sudden all over.

"Uh. You know, a please tends to go a long way." Not that she has made any motion to hand it over, instead looking to see what the bag actually is.

October 7th

[outofthefire]

[Caedra is looking happy. very happy.

clearly, she must have just killed someone or corrupted someone's soul or done something else that's evil and bad. or she's drunk. whatever. she's not trusting it]

You look. . . chipper.

elsewhere

[myrealname]

[Jane has seen this pendant before, hanging around Caedra's neck. she assumes it has some significance to her, since she wears it all the time. even in bed.

she picks one up, twirling it around her index finger when she sees the woman herself. Caedra.

she hasn't spoken to Caedra since their argument. Jane isn't the one who goes begging back into someone's good graces. she spent more than three months at the strip club until Dan came begging for her to return. she's not about to start now.

so she just stands idly on the beach, pendant in hand, staring out at sea. waiting for Caedra to notice her]

OMG WE FINALLY HAVE AN INTERACTION IN GAME-Shoreline

[such_a_teez]

[Tyki is used to being a disappointment. It's one of his greatest talents, at least when it comes to the high society part of his family. So he's not even bothered in the least when a stranger doesn't seem pleased to see him.

Tyki shrugs, looking over the items that seemed to explode out of nowhere. They weren't all there earlier, he remembers a lack of clutter distinctively when he went out for a walk and a smoke. And he didn't see them show up, either. He looked away, got lost in thought, and looked back to all of the odd items.

This is a bit of a mess, honestly.

An exciting mess.] Either a rag lady exploded, or our so called gods are out of control again.

Agent Carolina | RvB

[uptightness]

[Blue Haus - inside and out]
[She has a routine, or something of a routine anyway. Get out of bed at an unreasonable hour most would say, do her morning jog, come back, either make something to eat (although she's not much of a cook) or feast on whatever someone else has made. Typically go out and explore, or fish, because yes, that is her new hobby, or maybe deal with whatever needs dealing with.

This morning though? It is a familiar silver-lined square that she finds in her room, pausing as she slips a shirt over her head, thinking what the hell? Yet even as she opens it up, Carolina remembers that smell. Rations. That doesn't answer how it got here, let alone why it is in her room... She does listen for a while, but no one else seems to be up. With her package in hand, she does go toward the kitchen. Another is found on the stairs, which she picks up, and makes a mental note to smack who ever found them and then left them all over...

She does leave them on the counter though, frowning.]



[A short time later, she is exiting the house, although again, another silver foiled package is just laying outside the door that her foot clips as she is stretching. A frown is tossed its way as she bends to pick it up, only seeing something smaller off to the side. ... a card? Her expression is just as perplexed as before, wondering who left their junk outside their house. Whatever it is, it isn't a deck that she is familiar with.]

Sure. Just leave your trash all over our lawn.

[Muttered as she squints her eyes at the strange piece of paper.]

[Out and About - open]
[The morning jog has turned in to a morning pick up. She likely should have brought a backpack at the rate that she is going. At the moment, she's found a canister of what appears to be a brand of coffee she remembers her parents drinking, another tin that she is unfamiliar with, and several more cards. More silver packages as well, which she has taken. They're not exactly the best thing in the world, but they are better than starving to death. That much Carolina can confirm.

At the moment, she has some items stuck in her pockets, rather obvious as they don't exactly fit, as she sorts through the handful of cards that she has found. A pity they aren't a normal deck, as playing some poker wouldn't be too bad. But these weird creatures?]

Attack power? Some weird dragon dungeon card game thing?

[And, if she happens to see someone with a familiar silver package, she will give a head's up... She ate them for years, so she knows the taste. If anyone is expecting something fun and fancy, they will sadly be lacking.]

It's rations. Military. ... not always the best, but it is food.

Re: Agent Carolina | RvB

[soldier_blade]

She wasn't the only one out for a jog. Besides fitness, running in the morning gave Sonya a sense of stability and routine, something especially needed in this place, when events ran from either dull to insane-something she tried not to think about.

The path she chose that morning was a familiar one, a one that she often spotted other people on. Running into the other woman would've otherwise not garnished more attention than a slight nod of acknowledgement, just a few feet a head of her, she ran into something else, something in the middle of the path that shouldn't be there.

Sonya stopped to pick them up. While she couldn't recognize the name on them, she knew enough to recognize what they were even before the other woman spoke out. "Back home, we call them MREs."

To her knowledge, no one called them 'rations' after the 40s or 50s.

Atem | ota 👀

[puzzlingly]

「Cards... There are cards everywhere! On your bed, in your pantry, in your clean laundry, or your dirty one... (for Gods' sake, save them from your dirty socks!), in your boat or even in airlock of your computer! How dare!? Oh, one fell on top of your head for some reason, how the heck did they get there, just as all the other stuff, but there is someone who might actually be looking for these things upon noticing the sudden appearances. And whoever who might have talked to this nerd, might already know what they are.

Meanwhile Atem is on the hunt! Striding around Hadriel with a resolve that he hadn't had in a few weeks, looking around for any other card he might come across. Yeah, he has to catch them all! ah, wrong protagonist.

You might find him everywhere — the lab, the temples, the orchard, the bar, the guard hq, the clinic, you name it, heck, even in your house, maybe — inquiring...」

Hey, have you seen more like this? 「...as he waves a card excitedly at you.

Or maybe he's simply looking around where he shouldn't be looking, pretty sure he's ready to enter the Silent Hill zone if he has to! It's the most exciting scavenger hunt, apparently. Oh, he might or not be caffeine fueled by now. Pretty sure he is.」

[uptightness]

[She's been back to her place once already, leaving the various items that she had found there. Silver packages of rations, bags and tins of coffee, some other food items, and yes, even a variety of cards. Why she has kept them, she has no idea, although they might come in handy. Never know when you might need something to start a fire...

As it is, she already has more of them. The pictures are... unique, to say the least. Surprisingly, she had never been much in to fantasy or science fiction, although she has picked up a thing or two since being around the sim troopers. They're in her pocket now, a good fifteen or twenty of them, when she spots a familiar face. There is a hint of warmth, as she doesn't mind him at all, finding him not to be annoying or troublesome like some people she has come across.

Yet, his question has her giving a snort.]

They're all over.

[Literally, as she goes to remove the ones that she has stashed in her pockets.]

foggy town.

[circumitus]

With the Speakeasy on the southernmost island, it's hard for Rey to ignore the occasional unsettling presence if the foggy zone. It's smack dab in the middle of everything, after all. And when there's not much else to do on the south, scenic options are limited.

Not that she finds that hellish part Sharon had left scarred on the city to be scenic. Rey has seen the fog at its worst, and has only ventured down memory lane a couple times since.

So when she finds a caffeine-addled teenager heading straight towards the fog, Rey halts abruptly to shift her directionless walking. Her hand snatches the back of his shirt just in time before Atem could vanish into the mist.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?"

Sure, she's seen the cards riddled here and there, among a variety of other shit, and Rey had been meaning to find the kid about that. Where she's standing, though, Atem's actions seem more suicidal than a glorified scavenger hunt for trading cards.

[sallyfaced]

[Sal doesn't know anything about card games in general - except he tried to play a game of Magic the Assembling once or twice with Todd and was left pretty confused, but once he saw a couple he knew enough to realize that anyone who lost them would probably want them back, so he grabbed at least three that he saw. Unrecognizable, but he wasn't shocked.

At some point he also found a little game cartridge for a Gear Boy, which made him decide to keep his eyes peeled for whatever weird thing he might find. Where was all this stuff coming fr--??

He hadn't noticed someone was speaking to him until a card is being waved at him, in which case he blinks a couple of times as he takes a second to process the interaction. After a moment his face lights up behind his prosthetic mask, realization obvious in his tone.]

Oh! [He reaches into his over sized sweater and pulls out three cards that looks like the one being waved at him, holding them out.] I found these wedged under a door.

[But he's found odder things in odder places so he hadn't questioned it too hard.]

the lab

[toiletseat_girl]

[there she is, minding her own damn business with a small stack of accumulated cards by her side. she has no idea what the cards are or what they'd mean to anyone, but they're fucking everywhere, so she figures they must mean something to someone.

and she's in the lab, trying to do what research she can on the stupid Door fragments when Atem pops up asking if she's seen more of the same kind of card. and she can answer honestly]

Yeah, there's a stack of 'em right over there. [she points] Knock yourself out.

the orchard

[outofthefire]

[Laura has been at the orchard, taking notes on what remains for Rey to make liquor from, when she finds the first card. she puts it in her pocket and doesn't think much more of it. until she finds another. and another.

this is officially Weird. and when things get weird, she knows exactly who to blame. the stupid gods. so she tilts her head upwards and shouts]

Okay, okay, whatever it is you want me to get, I get it.

[and then she notices Atem]

Oh. Hey.

the Guard HQ

[unphase]

[Tinya's on monitor duty, so she's in her costume along with the Guard's blue sash. she's just. sitting at a desk, waiting for someone to come to her with a problem.

she hates monitor duty. at least when she's on patrol, she can fly and feel like she's accomplishing something. when she's on monitor duty, she feels like she's a Bgztlian paperweight.

she found a lot of cards on her commute into HQ, though, which she has in a neat stack at the corner of her desk]

Yes, I have. They're right here. [she holds up the stack] Are these what you're looking for?

I dunno some random location

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor blinks at Atem and the card in bemusement ]

I... no? Are they something of yours? I can help you look if you like.

Fingon | OPEN

[utulien_aure]

["Again?" Fingon mutters to himself on the first morning, careful to step over the debris as he picks his way around town. It'd be unfortunate to crush anyone's property, and not even elven grace makes accidents impossible.

Thankfully this time, there's no awful helmets he'd thought he'd gotten rid of already. Instead his prizes are smaller things- a child's grammar primer covered in bored doodles of horses can be found lying open in the park while a slingshot nestles under a tree in the orchard.

But the most common- and the ones he's most surprised to see again- are a number of bone spears lying scattered across the city's shoreline. Their owner isn't so hard to figure out- he's found one already, and is absently twirling it between his fingers.

[bythewaves]

"Spears, cousin?"

Maglor has been watching the debrie in bemusement, but has not bothered to claim anything of his own (not yet, anyway. The random musical instruments might get grabbed eventually, but there's only so much room in the house)

Tyki | OTA-There's only one of the doll, just as a note!

[such_a_teez]

[Tyki has been wandering about all day happily scavenging, finding all sorts of things that don't belong to him and a few that actually do. He's hoarding like a woodrat, books, coffee, cigars, coins, random drinks and food, anything he can get his hands on he's grabbing up for reasons. And he's safely stowing them away into the insane canonly confirmed hammerspace inside his body for later.

Maybe you've caught him and want what he's grabbed? Maybe you're out searching too? Or perhaps you're just wanting to grab some cigarettes from him. He's got a few packs of those gently cradled against him like the treasures they are.

But if you find a doll like this he'll be entirely cooperative. And more than happy to trade.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[George is wandering the coastline when she almost trips over the doll. weird. Eleven is the only person here who might be young enough for a doll, but she's not the doll type and she can't think of any other little girls around here who would be, either. so, she's plenty skeptical about it and where it came from, but she carries it along with her, because finders keepers, right? granted, she hasn't played with dolls in like, ever but maybe she can put it in her room or something. make it a little less boring.

it's a thought, right? not a completely terrible one]

Seto Kaiba | OTA

[allthecards]

[Kaiba spotted them immediately: the small brown card littered on the street. As far as he knew only he and Atem had any here. There was a moment of panic that someone had stolen his spares from his briefcase or worse his or Atem's decks. Those fears are quickly squashed as he picks up Niwatori. He wouldn't allow something that weak in his deck or briefcase anymore, and if Atem had it in his deck it deserved to be lost. Still, they were cards. Did this mean that something they were doing with the door was working?

Worthless or not, he couldn't leave the cards laying around; especially not after the challenge from Atem to find the best one. He can be found anywhere on the islands looking for the best cards. If he sees anyone with one he'll demand they show them in case it's a rare. Atem's not winning this challenge.]

I'M HERE TOO

[abyssalarcana]

Looking for these?

[Caedra has seen the guy hunting, of course - and she's seen the cards, too. One before this, in fact, just the month previous. Slowly, the pieces are coming together as she recalls the strange battle she had seen Kaiba in against Atem where she and Percy had thought they could summon and control dragons, or illusory copies of them. Now that she has a card in hand to study a bit closer, it looks to be part of some sort of game.

And if he wants a card for his game, he might be willing to give something in exchange, even though the last time she tried to barter with him it was less successful than she would have liked.]

sanji | open

[deviledlegs]

[Hey, it's Sanji! That guy who's been invading random abandoned restaurants ever since he got back from the great shard hunt. That guy who scours the shops for all the cooking supplies and ingredients nobody else recognizes as valuable. That guy who has to wax poetic every time a pair of breasts stalks into his selective vision. What's he doing alone out here in the middle of nowhere, you ask?

Smoking, of course!

The nicotine starved cook has plopped his ass down in a well kept clump of grass in order to survey a pack of cigarettes. His would-be prize appears to have been flattened by a stampede of wild pigs. Ah, if only. Pork sounds damn good right about now. The cigarettes themselves are in predictably miserable shape. That doesn't stop Sanji from raising one to his lips. He lights up and lets the smoke do its work.]

Cheap-ass shit. [He sighs his disappointment.]

[Spread out in front of him are four old fashioned wanted posters, each dominated by a photo. The first depicts a young man in a straw hat, his arm outstretched toward the camera as he smiles, all teeth. The second, a redheaded woman posing sensuously, her arms cascading through her voluminous hair. The third, a small, furry creature in a pink and blue hat, drooling at the mere sight of cotton candy as if it were manna from heaven. And finally, one that looks more like a mecha than a person, metal face glaring down from beneath a ridiculous corkscrew hair do.

Monkey D. Luffy. Worth 1.5 billion. Nami. Worth 66 million. Chopper. A grand 100 total. Franky. 94 million.

Despite his complaint over the cig, he can't hold back the smile twitching at the corner of his lips.]

You bastards better appreciate the effort I'm putting into finding you lot. I'd be happy with just my dearest Nami-swan and cool, seductive Robin! But you'd bitch at me if I didn't collect the whole shitty set, right?

[Yes, he's talking to his posters. Shut up, he knows he's embarrassing.]

[hot_mes]

[aha, just the man he was looking for. He's not even going to criticise his cigarettes. Good find, Sanji.]

Oi. Black Leg-ya. You're holding out on me.

[he's already seen Luffy's new bounty. He has questions]

Drake | OTA

[braveoff]

[ There's so much random shit winding up in the city right now that Drake honestly couldn't tell you what specifically was from his world, for the most part. Some familiar foodstuffs, random shit built out of legos, novelty lighters, then a variety of things that could be from his world or just one of a hundred other places that weren't earth at all. Dice, a sack of marbles, there's one shop that has jacks scattered all over the floor and Drake just rolls his eyes and kicks himself a clear path. Nothing seems to catch his eye as worth claiming for himself, until...

...well. He isn't so much claiming these things as he is confiscating them from the general population. The first can of Supermax he comes across is sitting right in the middle of the street, and Drake stops short and skitters back as if it's a monster. It's a beverage can, man, wtf? He looks very sketchy as he grabs it and shoves it into his sweatshirt pocket, eyes wide as he scans the area for more. Are there? Shit. This is his mission now, especially when combing the shops more carefully he comes across a lone, tiny vial of utopium. He's basically on red alert now, scouring the whole damn city. Every island, every shop, every public venue. Down on his hands and knees under the tables in the speakeasy, just to be sure.

If you're about to crack open a can of what promises to be a delicious super effective energy drink (spoilers: it's not delicious) within line of sight, Drake's beelining for you and snatching the can right out of your hand. Or just approaching palm up, imploring you to hand over that little vial of ... what? It's eyedrops, right? ]

You don't want that, trust me.

[ Feel free to either be accosted for your goods or just spot Drake searching the city like a crazy person, or at the water's edge at the end of a long day of substance-hunting, pouring the contents of each can and vial into the ocean. ]

(( item info is here! ))

[requiemshark]

[ For his part, Ephemera's been wandering around looking for any armor components he can find or if that fails - which is so far has - for some cigarettes. He's been lucky on that count, at least, and is the process of lighting one up when he notices Drake at the edge of the water, tossing stuff in. The contents of several cans and little vials of....what, exactly?

Ephemera takes a long drag, then sighs. Puts his hands in his pockets and wanders up. He's experimenting with wearing civilian clothes around the city. It still feels weird. ]

Okay. Any particular reason you're dumping shit into the water?