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

Comments

2.

[standformyself]

[Whatever is happening on the island has bypassed the Dog completely, or so she believes. Many seem to be shuffling around like Dead Hands, seeking something that she can't explain. The Dog can't either. There are many things that she does know, and plenty more that no longer exists within her memory, but there is some magic afoot in this place, wrapping its tendrils around people.

She does happen to be curled up on the pillow that is left for her at the firing range, taking a break from her daily adventures. The Dog has traversed all over the place, enjoying the new scents and smells, and the people that she has met as well. Some have left, but that does seem to be the nature of this place.

She is aware of someone else there, although she remains on her cushion for a time, ear quivering at the sounds coming from his way, before her head rises. A medium sized black and tan mutt, she gives a stretch, before padding over in his direction.]

Curious.

[Because it is as her eyes regard what he is doing.]

[itsnotaonesie]

[He's normally a little more aware of his surroundings, but all things considered, he's been a little distracted. It isn't until the dog gets up and starts heading his way that he even notices she's there. He stops thwipping webs all over (sorry about the new Halloween decorations) and just. Tries to act all casual.]

Oh, hey. What's up, dog?

[standformyself]

[Her focus does remain for a moment on the webs, before turning back to him. A quizzical look, ears swiveling ever so, before glancing up at the sky. From the best of her view, nothing is up.]

It appears just to be the sky, unless I am missing something.

[itsnotaonesie]

[oh no doooooog you're too cute. Not even being super depressed can keep Peter from cracking a smile]

Nah, it's a figure of speech. It's like saying 'how are you' or 'what are you up to'.

[standformyself]

[Her eyes do shift back from the sky to him, a thoughtful expression on her canine face. Even after all these years, there are still things to learn. It's part of what she enjoys about being alive.]

I see. I'll remember that for the future. I am quite well though. I've a pillow that Pratt has kindly given me to sit on.

[itsnotaonesie]

[OOOH MY GOD SHE HAS HER OWN NAP PILLOW THAT'S SO CUTE]

Aw, that was nice of him. You keeping warm enough out here? I mean, I know you got that whole fur coat thing going on, but it can get pretty cold out.

[standformyself]

You'd be surprised how warm fur can be.

[Skirting around a straight forward answer as she glances back towards the targets.]

Some strange magic you have?

[itsnotaonesie]

I mean, that wasn't a yes or a no, Doggo.

[He's on to you, dog. BUT, he will turn his attention to the targets when the dog points them out]

Less magic and more science. Artificial spider web, don't uh. Bite it or anything. You definitely don't want that in your mouth.

[standformyself]

[It will take far more than just calling her out to have her give a proper answer. Her mistress knows the tricks, but she had also been with her mistress for a number of years. Which is why her tongue does hang from her mouth, an amused hint to her features as she continues on with the seemingly magic.]

It tastes like spider webs then?

[itsnotaonesie]

More like just gross chemical stuff.

[Totally speaking from experience. weird web accidents, man.]

I've never actually had real spider webs in my mouth, so I guess I couldn't really say.]

[standformyself]

[See that one little dog ear perk ever so. She's not entirely certain what gross chemical stuff tastes like, so it would be a new one for her.]

They don't taste like too much, unless there's something stuck in them.

[itsnotaonesie]

[It's gross don't DO IT]

You mean like, bugs? Gross, man, why would you eat that?

[it's a dog, that's why]

[standformyself]

How else would you know unless you tried it?

[Plenty of cobwebs in the library, after all. Mice too, although the Dog wouldn't eat those unless they'd been prepared with herbs.]

I prefer bones though. Or biscuits. Bread. Soup!

[itsnotaonesie]

God, I want soup. Any kind of soup. I don't think most of us have had a real meal since we got here.

[This planet sucks, dog. It just sucks.]

[standformyself]

Perhaps if you ask, people still have it in those cans?

[The Dog had been offered some in the past. Strange, although not too bad, all things considered. She's been able to try a variety of foods since arriving here.]

[itsnotaonesie]

Oh, yeah, I don't doubt that. Nothin' beats a fresh, homemade soup, though. Especially when it's this cold out.

[At least the dog is easy to please. Peter misses food that doesn't come in cans so bad man]

[standformyself]

Well... What do you need? I can track down some of those mice like creatures for you.

[And some questionable vegetation. She's not really a big veggie eater, unless it is in something else.]

[itsnotaonesie]

I-- y'know, I'm not a super great cook, so I don't know for sure? A couple of my roommates are good cooks, though. I'll have to ask them some time.

[gross dude peter doesn't want to eat mice!!!! well okay he'd totally try them one BUT ONLY ONCE]

[standformyself]

Let me know. My nose is good at sniffing out many things.

[A very famous nose, she would have him know.]

[itsnotaonesie]

[Famous for what, like... sniffin?]

Will do. If I ever need anything sniffed out, you're the first one I'll call.

[standformyself]

... although there may be a finder's fee on food items.

[As she is a mooch and is not ashamed of that fact in the least.]

[itsnotaonesie]

If you're going through the trouble of finding it, then that sounds more than fair to me.

[This totally doesn't count as mooching, this counts as puppy payment.]

[standformyself]

[She likes his way of agreeing!]

It's a deal then.

[And look, a paw being held out!]

[itsnotaonesie]

Great!

[He is very agreeable AND ALSO SO PLEASED THAT HE GETS TO SHAKE WITH A PUPPY instant mood lifter hell yes. He absolutely shakes that paw.]

[standformyself]

[Well he certain can shake it as long as he wants.]

I'm the Disreputable Dog- Dog for short, unless you want to get technical.