Event Log: Is It a Wonderful Life?

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for Is It A Wonderful Life? event
Where: All over the city
When: Jan 4th-8th
Warnings: None

Throughout the next few days, you may find yourself plagued by visions and dreams of back home. The dreams will be lifelike and difficult to tell apart from reality, as the world will be constructed from what you remember of your world. However, unlike usual dreams, you won't be present, and will find yourself unable to be seen or heard by those around you.

The dreams are vivid reminders of what might happen in a world without you: a world in which you disappeared when coming to Hadriel, a world which desperately needs you back for some reason or another. You may see your parents putting up missing posters, your significant other moving onto their next relationship, or even your hated villain finally taking over the world without you there to stop them.

When the vision leaves, you're back here and nothing about the city has changed. Though maybe you have a different outlook on it now...

► This log covers January 4th-Januray 8th.
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Comments

1.

[toiletseat_girl]

[another Reaper benefit? being able to go a long while without sleep.

so she hears Peter knocking about in his own room next to hers. she's hesitant to go to him in light of what he's revealed to her, but it seems as though hesitation isn't an option.

at least going by what she hears in the bathroom.

so she heads to the bathroom, reaching up to snag a washcloth and soak it full of cool water before wringing it out and offering it to him, to what? be placed on his head? that's the way she's seen it, anyway.

she does reach out hesitantly to clasp his shoulder]

Hey. Hey. You're not alone. Promise.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Note to future Peter: Next time you decide to be all sick in the middle of the night, definitely shut the door.

His hand is still shaking when he reaches out to take the washcloth, and rather than just slapping it on his head, he wipes his mouth off because gross, dude.]

Man, I did not wanna revisit that dinner.

[His sense of humor is still somewhat in tact. Sort of. His heart's just not really in it this time, and he just sounds exhausted. He's too young to be feeling too old for this shit.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[that's bullshit 'cause she'd still hear him

she notices the shaking, pays close attention to it knowing what she knows, but she's at a loss as to how to make it better. even though she wishes she could]

No, can't say that you would. It was a good dinner.

[he is way too young to feel too old for this shit, so let her shoulder some of the burden?]

[itsnotaonesie]

[It's all good, he's at a loss as to how to make it better too. Well, maybe "all good" isn't accurate.

He manages to relax a little, taking a deep breath and wiping at his eyes with unsteady hands. He didn't want anyone seeing him like this, didn't want his friends seeing him like this, but it was a little too late for that. The least he could do was get himself straightened up, maybe get off the friggen bathroom floor. That wasn't going quite as quickly as he would have liked, but he was getting there.]

Sorry if I woke you up. You don't have to hang around here, I'm fine.

[toiletseat_girl]

[sometimes, there's no making things better, there's just enduring until the pain lessens.

she stays close, not enough to crowd him, but enough that he can feel what she hopes is a calming, caring presence nearby. she's never been very good at comforting people, but she's trying]

I don't mind. Either the being woken up part or the hanging around part.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Her efforts are appreciated, Peter will probably say as much when he isn't so shaken up. For now, he just grunts in reply and heaves himself off the floor, and gives George an appreciative pat on the shoulder while he scoots past her out of the bathroom. Once outside, he hesitates while he debates whether he should try to go back to his room and try to sleep again. He decides against it. Everything is still so fresh in his mind that his thoughts would probably just keep him awake anyway, or he'd just have a repeat of everything he'd just been through if he did manage to fall asleep. Neither option sounded all that appealing, maybe the living room would be better.

While this whole internal debate is going on, Peter's just standing outside the fucking bathroom and staring at the wall like he's expecting a sign to appear that says "go sit down, stupid". He's a little out of it right now, don't mind him.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[she has a general idea of what might have happened. she's had her own visions, too, of a world without her in it. to be honest, it wasn't that different from the world with her in it. her parents were still on the verge of divorce, her little sister was still weird. the other Reapers still went about their afterlives in the same exact way. so far as she could tell, her existence had been completely pointless.

and it's cool, she's just kind of. standing there like a standing thing. she doesn't necessarily want to go back to bed, either. so she heaves a big sigh, then goes over to flop onto the couch. she pats the seat next to her]

C'mere.

[itsnotaonesie]

[It's easier to follow directions right now than it is to figure out what to do next, so he follows George to the couch when she calls him over. He plops down and runs his fingers through his hair, taking a few shaky breaths, and just stays in that position for a while.]

Sorry. I mean, I know you said you don't mind, but... Sorry, this isn't like me. Like, at all.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she reaches out carefully to put her hand between his shoulder blades]

I said it and I meant it. As far as I'm concerned, you have a better reason to--to sometimes feel down than anyone else I know. I'm sure as fuck not gonna judge you for it.

[itsnotaonesie]

Thanks, I... I appreciate it.

[He doesn't protest. It gives him something to focus on besides everything he's trying not to focus on. ]

This, uh. I guess this is stuff I've been worried about for a while? But it's never like, hit me so hard before.

[toiletseat_girl]

'Least I can do.

[she starts rubbing his back gently when he doesn't protest. fuck, she feels just plain awful for him]

It's--it's probably the fucking gods. Dicking around with our feelings so they get a power boost. Fuckers.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Oh, right. The gods are a thing. He might have made that connection sooner if it wasn't for the fact that the stuff he'd dreamed about wasn't already something that had been bothering him. At least he gets a back rub out of it, that's a plus.]

I guess that would make sense. Would have been nice if they'd gone with something a little less horrible, just sayin'.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she continues to rub his back, both as comfort and reassurance that he's there, that someone else is with him]

Are you kidding? Those fuckers never go with anything a little less horrible. They're all bastards. Except Fear, he seemed cool. But everyone else! Bastards!

[itsnotaonesie]

[It's helping to keep him grounded, that and having someone to talk to. Otherwise he'd just be sitting here beating himself up over things he can't change.]

You'd expect someone named Fear to be the biggest bastard. I think I'd rather deal with something he cooked up than this. I can punch a zombie, I can't punch... whatever this is.

[toiletseat_girl]

[that's good, 'cause she keeps doing it. and she always has time to talk things over with him]

Don't get me wrong, rumor has it he pulled some real dick moves back in the day, but as far as actually talking to him goes? He's not bad. And yeah, this is kind of bullshit. What're they trying to do, depress the fuck out of all of us?

[itsnotaonesie]

[A+ roommate. Peter seems to be... betterish? Or at least getting there. He rubs at his eyes one last time and straightens up a little.]

I mean, it's Sorrow that's doing this, right? Logically, that's the only one that makes sense. He better be building us a hot tub with the juice he gets from this, otherwise I'm gonna be annoyed.

[toiletseat_girl]

[yay, betterish! or something like that. it's progress! and with a last friendly pat to his back, she moves her hand to sit on her thigh]

That would be my guess, yeah. And Sorrow's not the one with the hot springs, that would be Love. Who isn't back yet. Theoretically, Sorrow helps with the orchard, but I don't see much growing in this climate.

[itsnotaonesie]

Wait, we had a hot spring? And I missed it? Now that's just unfair.

[If Love comes back and fixes it, Peter is living in it]

Man, I wonder if we'd have room somewhere to get some kind of hydroponics lab going. We probably wouldn't be able to grow entire trees in it, but we could probably do like vegetables and berries and stuff.

[toiletseat_girl]

We did and you did. And it is unfair, isn't it?

[she assumes Love will be back. eventually]

Fresh vegetables and berries and stuff sound fucking awesome right now. We'd probably have to grovel to the stupid gods to get the resources to start it, but that could be really useful.

[itsnotaonesie]

I'd be willing to do a little groveling if it meant being able to grow some fresh berries.

[it's been way too long since he's had a fresh berry pie ok]

[toiletseat_girl]

Okay, fine. We'll do a little grovelling. But! Not to Hope, he's a total douchebag. No, our best bet is Love. Who isn't here yet. But she'll probably make us do something moderately less humiliating.

[and she wants a waffle with strawberries on it. but if she can't have the waffle, she'll take the strawberries]

[itsnotaonesie]

Is Love less of a douchebag, then? Y'know, I never know which of these guys are actually approachable.

[toiletseat_girl]

Love is, like, hyper. And capslocks all over her texts. So I'd say she's slightly less of a douchebag than the rest of them. By about [she holds her thumb and index finger about a millimeter apart] thiiiiiiis much.

[itsnotaonesie]

Honestly, Love kind of sounds like half the people I went to school with. That doesn't sound too bad.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she laughs] I wouldn't know, 'cause I come from the Dark Ages of flip phones. Texting on those things was a pain in the ass. But, yeah, we'll go to Love when she finally shows up and see if we can get the stuff needed for a hydroponic garden. Sounds like a challenge.