hadriel_logs | Event Log: Is It a Wonderful Life?

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Event Log: Is It a Wonderful Life?

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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► If you try a weird solution to make it back home, please let us know here.

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Way too cold for bees.

[she's always been clever and a good reader of people]

I've been having trouble sleeping, too. Nightmares about home. And mind if I join you?

[Damn. If Peter's mask doesn't hide his emotions, what good even is it??]

Nightmares, huh? Seems to be the new trendy thing that all the cool kids are doing these days. Sure, grab a seat. My roof is your roof.

[He pats the roof. Come on doooooown]

[um. it still conceals his face?]

Yeah, it's been [a pause] not fun. And don't mind if I do. [she lands on the roof next to him and sits down]

So, um. The aliens are probably loving this.

[He could be making just the gnarliest faces right now and she'd never know]

I mean, after everything that's happened, they probably need a lot of juice to get everything up and running again. Logically I get it, and the scientist in me is sort of weirdly fascinated by the whole thing, but on the other hand I hate it and want it to stop.

[he could be, but she trusts him not to be]

You're right. Logically, it makes sense to take us for all we're worth. Doesn't mean I can't resent it. Which I do.

What. . . did you see?

We really should consider looking into an alternate source of power for them. Bio fuels? Solar power? I'll bring it up at the next town meeting.

[Anywho, time to stop goofing and get all serious.]

Oh, I didn't see much. Just the aftermath of the most epic failure in the history of my universe. Which. Isn't "not much" at all, really.

[Okay now he's actually done goofing. He's silent for a moment, and then answers the question for realsies.]

I saw a lot. Mostly my aunt.

Wind power. Wind farms are everywhere where I'm from.

[oh, is it that time? darn.

but she understands the implications of what he's said]

Oh. Oh, grife. Those--those nassheads. To make you see that.

[she got the picture, trust her]

I'm so sorry. I wish--I wish the aliens would actually think about us for once. Think about what their mind games do to us. It's not fair.

There's gotta be a less, like, traumatizing way to get emotions out of us. Tell us a sad story about puppies or something, that'll make anyone upset!

[And right back to the goofing. It's a habit.]

Are... are you holding up okay?

[a weak chuckle] You'd think that would be enough, wouldn't you? But no, they have to go for the worst thing every time.

[she gets defense mechanisms. hers is to try and stay as friendly and perky as possible.

she bites her lower lip briefly] I'm--I'm coping. I pretty much expected what they showed to me, so it wasn't. . . as bad as it could've been.

I think I was kind of expecting what I saw, too. There are only so many ways that literally vanishing can end.

What did they show you? I mean, if you don't wanna talk about it, I totally get it.

[she sighs] Yeah, guess so. Though, the aliens didn't have to rub your nose in it.

[a pause while she considers] I guess it's not that big of a surprise. I died. My mother took advantage of that fact to go after the Legion and shut it down completely.

Yeah. Sucks.

[He just shrugs. At the end of the day, there's really nothing he can do about it. Which yeah, sucks.]

You... died died, or 'Hadriel pulling some wacky mental dream shenanigans' died?

[Come on Peter that wasn't delicate at all]

It does. It really does.

[it's true. but she can offer friendship and companionship in the meantime]

...I'm pretty sure I died died. [the words come out like they're being pulled out with hooks] There was a moment. In a tree clearing. With Jo. We thought we beat the Daxamite. Jo's arms were solid around me. And then I--I remember pain. That's when I showed up here.

[Hoo yeah he has way too much first hand experience with this sort of thing. Hell of a thing to bond over. Why couldn't it be something like hobbies, or favorite bands?]

Oh, my God. That is-- that is awful. I'm so sorry.

[Does she need a hug? Are hugs appropriate? God all of this is the worst. He wishes he had some kind of fix for this, but he can't even get his own shit figured out. Life sucks.]

[they already have crimefighting in common as a hobby. and she likes Terran classical music]

So--so am I. I didn't think, I wasn't thinking, I just--just let it happen and I wasn't thinking.

[she's looking down at the ground and is trying her hardest to not cry. she's losing the battle, though, as a few tears slip down her cheeks]

[Man he is just a sad chick magnet today, which sucks because he has literally no idea what to do about girls crying. Especially not when he's feeling like Grade A shit himself. Bad combo. Should he try to say something? Probably not, he's blanking on anything helpful and he'd probably end up flubbing it anyway.

Sooo he does the next best thing and reaches up to put a hand on her shoulder. About the best he can do is just physically be here right now, and he's doing it as hard as he can.]

[she starts slightly when he touches her, but she's trying, she's trying to pull it together because she knows she's not being fair]

I'm--I'm sorry. It's just. This place.

Oh, I get it, trust me. I can't say it gets easier, but it does get more predictable. You can kinda pin down when it's just the aliens messing with you, so you can rationalize your way through it even when you feel really crappy. Like... like with these dreams, right? I have no physical way of knowing what my aunt is up to right now, so obviously what I'm seeing isn't real.

[Actually convincing himself of that has admittedly been difficult, but it's a start?]

...I've always been emotional. Mother--mother had issues with it. Said that I shouldn't be so obvious in how I feel. But. I'll try. To pay better attention to how I'm feeling. To see if the aliens are sprocking with my mind. And of course they couldn't know, they're not real gods. They're just aliens with a superiority complex.

[a pause]

I hate this. All of this.

Hey, having emotions is a good thing. It's what makes us human.

[Oh wait alien, right. He pauses awkwardly]

Or. Well, you know what I mean. It's what makes us... People? People.

I think most of us hate it. I hate it. Well, I'm about 80% "hate it", 20% "this is scientifically the most interesting stuff I have ever experienced", but definitely mostly hate it.

[a shaky smile] I know what you mean.

[a startled laugh at his description] I wish you could meet Lyle. He'd probably feel the same way. Brainy, on the other hand, would hate all of it. He likes to pretend that he doesn't have any emotions.

[He gives her a smile, which she can't see because of his mask, but hey. It's the thought that counts.]

Sometimes that's easier than actually dealing with them. I've never been able to do it though, aaand just from judging by the way things operate here, I don't think I'll be able to do that any time soon.

[she closes her eyes for a moment]

I don't think I'll be able to do it, either. Which I hate because I don't like giving the aliens what they want.

[He's quiet for a moment while the logical nerd part of his brain thinks all this junk over.]

I think... my feelings on it are a little mixed. Like, I don't like that they spring this stuff on us without permission, that sucks. But, I get that they need us to like, power them, so that they can keep us alive and everything. They keep us alive, they can feed off us. Obviously, it's not an ideal cycle, but right now it's a matter of survival and we don't have better options. With that in mind, I'm kind of okayish with like, when it happens to me. Like, I feel like I can handle this. If they tried to pull something that would make us hurt each other or something though, I'm out.

[and her emotional heart always takes over]

I don't like them doing it to you. Haven't you been through enough? [she sighs] I try to tell myself that they depend on us as much as we do on them. That there are no better options. [she looks down a little] And if I really am . . . dead in my world, I guess I owe them for bringing me back to life somewhere. But. It's still hard.

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