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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► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you try a weird solution to make it back home, please let us know here.

Comments

[glazedonutholes]

You said [ he sobs in-between, his words wobbly ] you'd be happy if I was never born.

[lovernotafighter]

[There was a distinct furrow in his brow as he tried to think of when those exact words left his lips. Fuck. Donut was more emotional than usual, and Tucker...wasn't exactly in the best frame of mind to deal with it.

Shit, he needed Caboose. Or Red Team. Or Wash.

...probably not Carolina.]

Okay, calm the fuck down, because we say shit all the time and you never react like this. [Really, those words would probably be on the nicer side of any meter. Hell, Sarge repeatedly shot at Grif. This was what they did.]

Start at the beginning.

[glazedonutholes]

[ He doesn't usually react like this to what the guys say, taking everything in as colors and rainbows not bothered by any of it. But that hasn't been the case lately. He doesn't mind being being shot-at, called names, or yelled at. That's normal. What he does mind is being left behind, alone. Seeing people happy because he's not there, being unwanted is one thing but being all alone with no one to turn too. It's like he's back in middle school all over again. He hated middle school. And being plagued by visions of all his friends being so happy without him have torn down his self-esteem so much he's emotionally damaged. Unable to cope with any negative comments because he knows they mean it. Knows they don't want him around. He just wanted confirmation that Tucker didn't hate him, that he wasn't miserable with him around but it wasn't true. The visions were real just like everything else he's seen around here. ]

You never say it like that. [ He's scrubbing at his eyes. ] You were all happy without me in the picture. You and church and Caboose and Red Team. No one wanted me around. You were all happy that I was gone. All I ever wanted was for my best friends to be happy! And what makes you happy [ more tears flow down, wetting his mouth ] --whwat makes yuuu happy is not habing me a-round. I--I make yuu mizzerable. [ And he's sobbing. ]

[lovernotafighter]

[Fuck, it was the dreams. Or visions. Whatever they were. Seems like he wasn't the only one suffering, and he knew he shouldn't be surprised; it was pretty easy to start telling when shit was about to hit the fan around here. It happened like clockwork.

But Donut? This was a new level, some weird low that Tucker felt, well, pissed about. Come after him, fine, whatever, but what did Donut do to deserve this shit? He was annoying and weird, but--but he was family.

A truly dysfunctional part of their family, but family.]

...move back in the house with us.

[There. So much for getting Wash to do it.]

[glazedonutholes]

What?

[ He's dumbfounded into silence, the tears drying up now, the shock of those words stilling the steady flow. ]

[lovernotafighter]

[Don't make him repeat it. Please don't. It was hard enough the first time, and--]

We're just...better together, right? All of us. I think Chorus proved that.

[Different bases five feet apart was one thing, but this-- this was a reminder.]

Come fucking home.

[glazedonutholes]

You [ he hiccups, rubs at his eyes again, the tears flowing once more but this time they're happy ones ] really mean that?

[lovernotafighter]

[Now you're just pushing it...]

If you make me say it again, I'm taking it all back and locking all the doors and windows.

[glazedonutholes]

[ He quickly shakes his head, making him dizzy. ]

No take-backs!

[ He whines. ]

[lovernotafighter]

Then get your shit and come home.

[Not "Back to the house", not "to Blue Haus". Home.

Sometimes, Tucker picked the right words for the right situation. This might be one of them.]

[glazedonutholes]

Well... alright.

[ He wipes off any lingering tears. ]

But only for a while.

[lovernotafighter]

Yeah, whatever.

[Because all of them said that, hoped to get away from each other as soon as they could, and yet...they were still here. Always here. Orbiting around each other like they were stuck in gravity.

Sorry, Donut; it wasn't happening. And partly because Tucker didn't want to have to throw a housewarming party in the future, either.]

[glazedonutholes]

Can we walk home together?

[ Like in those afternoon specials. ]

[lovernotafighter]

If you try to hold my hands, I'm going to run across the street and pretend I don't know you.

[Which was way nicer than breaking it, right??]

[glazedonutholes]

How did you know?!

[ Because he was totally going to do that. He'll follow him home still, talking his ear off. ]

[lovernotafighter]

Because I figured you would pick the one thing I didn't want to do, and chose that. I feel like I earned a prize for the Most Obvious Thing Ever.

[And honestly? Tucker would let him. It kept him from thinking about his kid and his own hollowness there. Distraction was a beautiful thing.]