Event Log: A Jar Full of Sunshine

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The Jar Full of Sunshine event
Where: Throughout the city
When: May 3rd-May 9th
Warnings: Fireflies as a conduit for drug use. Annoyingly catchy songs.

On May 3rd, you may wake up and notice that something is different about the cave. Are you sure it's the daytime? Maybe you didn't sleep long enough, because it still seems pretty dark outside. Or, of course, the gods are messing with the lights again.

This time, however, it seems like it's actually a good thing. Sometime around the afternoon, some smaller lights begin to appear around the city, trickling in from Delight's temple and flickering on and off. These fireflies are brighter than what you might be used to, but being illuminated by their light will mysteriously allow a small surge of joy to rumble through you.

By May 4th, the shops are stocked with large mason jars, and you can start distributing them and using them to catch these fireflies as you wish. They're most concentrated in and around Delight's temple, but by now, the delight-erflies are pretty fairly spread throughout the city.

Be careful (or don't) of how many you catch! 1-3 fireflies in a jar will be enough to give you a mild emotional boost, at 4-6 you might be able to realize that you're definitely happier than you used to be, at 7-10, you can definitely tell that something is making you more cheerful, warm and happy. Beyond 10 fireflies, the additional effect gets smaller the more fireflies you capture, but it will still continue to build until you may just spend the next few days wrapped around your firefly jar in a pleasantly drugged stupor.

Just, uh... don't forget to eat.

► This log covers May 3rd-May 9th.
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Comments

[watashinonamaewa]

"That's good. I'm glad they're quiet for you."

She wonders about him. About what normally goes on in his head. She's come across plenty of 'crazy' in her many years and never really thought about what brought them to that point. But she wonders this with Krieg. He's calm now. It seems like can think straight-ish. It must be great for him to breathe for once instead of fight whatever goes on in there.

"You know... You don't have to be upset about what happened anymore. We can be friends now too, if you want."

[fleshing]

He shifts a little in place, and manages to drag himself into a semi-upright position. It's new and different, to be like this, to be at a kind of peace. He doesn't ever want to let go of the quiet in his head.

"We broke you up," he mutters guiltily, unable to meet her eyes. "Bled you dry."

He looks down at himself, traces a line down his sternum. Shuts his eyes and tips his head back, arms out like he's about to throw himself to the wolves.

"Free hits on the house?"

[watashinonamaewa]

"You sure did," She smiles. He doesn't realize how normal that experience was for her.

She considers it, deciding that she doesn't need to do it at all. Except he may respect her if she accepts the offer. Honor her, even. She's sure from whatever angle he hits him, it'll hit hard enough. But she sits up anyway. When she turns to face him, she positions herself over him.

And it's a meaningful hook to the left rib, symbolically where he had cut through her. Not enough to break them; He's too thick for that. Definitely enough to knock the wind out of him and leave a decent bruise for a good couple of days. Maybe a week or two.

She can't help but to giggle. She's kneeling over him. Just punched him in the rib. Fireflies all around them in glass jars. It's a little funny.

[fleshing]

It's a good hit, even for a tough nut to crack like him. It thunks dully and he keels over dramatically in response.

"A good tingler for the ripper!" he exclaims happily, flat on his back. Pain is never an insurmountable obstacle for someone like him. Pain just feeds into everything he thinks and fuels him, makes him larger and stronger.

Then she's laughing, and before he can track the line of that logic, he's laughing too, not caring that there's a bruise on him that aches a little bit with each deep, hearty chuckle.

[watashinonamaewa]

She moves beside him again while he's laughing. She settles into the ground and turns to him, paying close attention to the little details in his mask.

It hits her that this would never happen in the City. As similar as they are, she realizes that Hadriel is a different kind of dangerous. Everything is a game for the gods who run the show; A game best played with friends. The voice in her head, the one that tells her when something is wrong, tells her that she needs to be vigilant at any moment. The warmth in her chest feeding off the fireflies in their many jars makes it feel significantly less important.

"Friends now?"

[fleshing]

Most of his friends have tried to kill him, or at least shot him and hit him and dueled him simply for the hell of it. Pain is a great bonding agent! Stronger than friendship!

He grins under his mask, realizes that isn't terribly obvious to anyone who can't see beneath his mask, and shoots her a lazy thumbs-up. That means good, right?

"Good, good murder-pals!" he affirms.

[watashinonamaewa]

"Murder-pals!" What a hilariously accurate title. Cibo presents her own thumbs-up. She loves it.

"You did give me a pretty awesome scar—"

Oh, she's sitting up and. Yep. There it is. Exposed skin of the nicely healed, gnarly scar stretching from her side almost across her stomach.

"—see?"

She's visibly proud of his permanent gift from him to her. A symbol of friendship. Like when people get matching tattoos, right? Though she has one of those too; The ears of her bakini-line rabbit poking up from beneath the fabric. But scars are definitely more badass. She only has one that's worse than this.

[fleshing]

It's hard to say whether Krieg would be upset to see that his attack left a physical, permanent mark if he were in his right mind, but regardless, he looks delighted that Cibo seems proud of the thing. That means all that pain and ruckus wasn't for nothing! It had a purpose, and she forgives him, and they're murder-pals now!

"Marks of badassitude," he agrees. A made-up word, undoubtedly, but one that Mr. Torgue himself endorsed, so it's one that Krieg will happily flaunt at every opportunity.

[watashinonamaewa]

She likes that too. It makes her laugh. And not because they collectively have a shit ton of bugs either.

As she releases the fabric over the scar, she finishes her laugh with a sigh and falls flat back onto the ground.

"My other one is not a mark of badassitude," She doesn't mean to kill the good vibes, murder-pal. But she's thinking about it now.

"It's way worse..."

[fleshing]

"Who made your heart hurt?" Scars have a tendency to bring out the best-worst in people. All his are all over him, inside and out, from how he was cut open and spilled out and stitched back up again.

But there's a shift in tone here, and Krieg might not always be the most hyper-aware of such things - he's essentially blind to subtlety in all its shapes and forms - but the fireflies have warmed his soul and cooled his temper, and his friend seems sad.

[watashinonamaewa]

She hasn't thought to ask him about his yet. But the way he asks about hers with the way he phrases it, it makes her wonder if she should ask him too...

"I did. I made a mistake."

Again she sits up, this time she turns her back to him. She reaches over, far down her shoulder and pulls the material all the way up her back. All at once her entire shoulder blade, up and over onto her collar bone is covered by a large, oblong shaped scar. This also exposes several of the small round ports embedded into her skin along her spine up the base of her neck underneath her hair.

"I wasn't paying attention and a creature attacked me. It started to paralyze me. Then I couldn't move. It almost killed me."

It wasn't entirely her fault. She knew that the situation they were in was almost impossible; There was a higher chance that it was going to happen than it not happening. And even though she lived, it constantly reminds her of the dangers waiting for her back in the City.

[fleshing]

"That's a big ripper!" She could've been from Pandora, the way she's describing the things that tore her all up outside. A mighty big danger! But she survived it, and that says more than anything else. Krieg's language is all blood and dust and anger, and scars are nestled very firmly in his area of expertise - even if he's more adept at giving them than discussing them.

"You must've packed a wallop for that bootlicker!" That is to say, she must have been incredibly strong to fight against something so profoundly damaging as paralysis. He's been there, in times he doesn't like to think about and therefore doesn't, and it's not his big fravorite.

[watashinonamaewa]

He's far more excited about this one than she thought he would be. She would like to admit that as soon as the paralysis kicked in, Killy had to carry her to safety. He's the one that packed the wallop. Instead she only shakes her head letting the material go again. This is enough bummer-talk for one day! She feels too good hanging out with her best murder-pal to worry about something like a painful scar.

Her fist makes a solid connection with his arm as she turns to him.

"That means I could probably beat your ass, so better not make me mad!"

Correction, they could probably beat each other's asses almost equally.

[fleshing]

Krieg laughs, deep and throaty, banging on the ground with a fist in his mirth.

"Made the pain so good, though!" But his voice is warm as he says it. Pain is pretty much a given in his line of work and general lifestyle.

No hard feelings, honestly. He's glad she could hold her own, and if he were not so overcome with literal rage at the time, he would've respected her far more for pounding him to a pulp. That's a good quality in a friend! His friends have to be good at standing up against him, in case anything goes wrong and he goes bad - it happens more often than you'd think.

[watashinonamaewa]

With already experiencing that 'going wrong' part of Krieg, she feels better prepared to handle it the next time.

"Sounds like you're gonna do it on purpose now," With a big smile as she teases a few lighter punches.

"We can fight anytime you want. Promise."

Yeah. One of these days she'll have to let him know she doesn't feel pain like he does. The sentiment of receiving pain is lost on her. She's starting to understand what it means to him though. That's what's important.

[fleshing]

"For fun and profit?"

He perks up at that. He and his friends have done plenty of duels for fun, and no one got hurt, and he got to do some quality violence!

"Anytime, anytime!" he agrees happily. "Just say the word, sisterly!"

His nicknames, however, may need some work.

[watashinonamaewa]

"Anytime!"

Cibo hasn't fought someone just for fun before. And even if they do get a little banged up, who cares? When she looks back on their first encounter, it could have been a lot worse than it was.

And what do you mean. Krieg's nicknames are on point.

"Now?"

Being high on fireflies is the best time to decide this.

[fleshing]

"We'll be woozy 'till tomorrow," he says, but he hauls himself to his feet, his limbs feeling sodden and heavy after lying so long the way he was, sprawled bonelessly on the ground. He's swaying as the blood rushes to his head, pausing here and again to snort a little in amusement at the way he feels mildly hungover, even.

"'ll have a hell of a backache," says Krieg, not sounding upset by this in the slightest. His axe...oh. His axe is still on the ground. Well, whatever. He can leave it there, that's all right! He can spar with his hands and feet, and they can try and kill each other like civilized people.

[watashinonamaewa]

When she's on her knees, she giggles at the snort he gives. It's such a headrush just getting to this point that she wonders how they're about to pull this off.

"At least we'll sleep really well..." A mumble as she makes it to her feet.

Sleep actually doesn't sound too bad with how freaking relaxed she feels. So relaxed that trying to psych herself up for a fight she knows isn't life-threatening is a challenge by itself. The adrenaline doesn't flow quite right. She actually thinks taking a hit will help her get going.

Bring it on, bud.

[fleshing]

Krieg swings.

And misses.

And swings again.

And misses again.

His third swing actually manages to connect with some accuracy, but there's absolutely no punch behind it - he simply taps her lightly on the shoulder. He might as well be asleep with how utterly relaxed he is. But he tries his best to make that pathetic attempt work by announcing, happily:

"Boop!"