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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-05-03 08:47 am

Event Log: A Jar Full of Sunshine

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.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► Did you OD on fireflies (is that even possible)? Please remember to hit up our death post!
watashinonamaewa: (059)

[personal profile] watashinonamaewa 2016-05-19 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
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: (YOU'RE IN MY SPOT!!)

[personal profile] fleshing 2016-05-19 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] watashinonamaewa 2016-05-19 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
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.
Edited (link fix!) 2016-05-19 16:48 (UTC)
fleshing: (CAUTERIZE THE WOUND!!!)

[personal profile] fleshing 2016-05-19 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] watashinonamaewa 2016-05-20 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
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: (NOBODY KILLS ME BUT ME!!!)

[personal profile] fleshing 2016-05-20 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] watashinonamaewa 2016-05-20 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
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.
Edited 2016-05-20 05:31 (UTC)
fleshing: (I JUST NEED TO LEARN HOW TO SURF!!)

[personal profile] fleshing 2016-05-20 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] watashinonamaewa 2016-05-21 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
"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: (I'M READY FOR A SPINE TINGLER!!)

[personal profile] fleshing 2016-05-21 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] watashinonamaewa 2016-05-21 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
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: (I JUST NEED TO LEARN HOW TO SURF!!)

[personal profile] fleshing 2016-05-21 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
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!"