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

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[glazedonutholes]

[ His eyes lighten up with excitement! ]

You raided other pirates!!! Isn't that dangerous! You guys must be really strong! If it was me, I'd stick it to the man and raid their ships instead. You know, the whole we should prop each other up instead of tearing each other down.

[ He claps his hands, amazed. ]

Both! Does that mean you've got a huge bounty on your head?! Like a million! Two million! Oh! You must have an awesome crew! Do any of them have a missing eye?!

[hot_mes]

[while he doesn't really need the ego stroke of someone this, ah, enthusiastic, this is honestly the first in a while that someone not from his world has cared this much. And also got it.

He looks over his shoulder at Donut with the smuggest smirk ever]

Five hundred million.

[what a good, his crew is an excellent topic. Law actually pauses his hunt and leans on the shelf for a bit]

No, because I'm an excellent surgeon and won't let anyone have to suffer such a loss if I can save them. But my navigator is a polar bear, if that interests you.

1/2

[glazedonutholes]

[ A gasp. ]

Five hundred million.

[ He can't even imagine how many facials he could get with that kind of money. ]

[ And as amazing as all that is and how many more questions it brings up like - what did he do to get it so high, how many most wanted posters he's on, and what kind of food does he steal! It must be caviar to warrant that kind of prize! Still, as amazing as all that is, it doesn't warrant the excitement of what comes next. ]

2/2

[glazedonutholes]

A surgeon!

[ An excited look. Just like Dr. Grey! ]

You save people, too! Wow, you must be a genius!

[ Just like Dr. Grey. ]

[hot_mes]

[please, stroke his ego some more, Donut. Even if he shrugs and plays modest.]

Genius? Yes, actually. It's rare that a ship's captain is also its doctor, but that's just how it works for us. Whatever stories you might have heard about pirates, it probably isn't close to the reality.

[glazedonutholes]

[ And just like that he's forgotten all about the visions. He's back to his perky self once more. ]

Does that mean you psychoanalyze people too?! Because I know a few people who could use a nudge~ [ He laughs, his nefarious plans to push Tucker and Church together coming to the forefront before his words from earlier finally sink in. ]

Wait! You said there was a polar bear pirate?! [ He jumps in excitement. ] How do they sail the ocean blue?! Don't they got hot?-- Oh! Are they nice! Or mean?! Do they have a cool scar?!

[hot_mes]

[....glad to help?

HA psychoanalysis gets the biggest stinkeye from Law]

No. I'm a surgeon by specialty. If you need psychological help on any level, talk to Lance-ya.

[ironically, it was only, what, a month and a half ago that Bepo was here? He already misses his fuzzbutt. Stupid Door.]

They sail the same way the rest of us sail - on a boat. Bepo is... [sigh] ...kinder than most of our crew. He gets hot when it's hot, yeah, he can't help his fur.

[glazedonutholes]

A surgeon?! Wow! You're a lot like Dr. Grey, except she's way more fun! At least you've got a bigger hat! She offered to give me a new leg once, but they passed me up since someone else got theirs blown off, and apparently there's a wait-list for mechanical limbs during times of war. Who would have thought?

[ He shrugs. ]

So, who's Lance-ya? Are they a genius too? Because I'd love to help them during their sessions. I helped Dr. Grey get my buddy Doc - he's a doctor too, but not the accredited kind~

[ He giggles, back in his element. ]

Are you accredited?

[ He asks, leaning on a counter. ]

Bepo? Is that anything like Little Bo-Peep? [ He doesn't even wait for an answer before moving on. ] Well, if I was clad in nothing but fur I'd be getting hot too. [ A thought comes to mind. ] But, I bet he had the warmest hugs!

[ Donut loves hugs just ask Red Team and now poor Blue Team is finding out just how much~ ]

[hot_mes]

[good lord, the energy level is like being around his whole crew at once. Or just Straw Hat. Law can't take that for long.]

Lance. Sorry, it's just Lance. [to other people, he can't stop himself from verbal habits] A new leg? You had mobility issues.

[oho suddenly things just got medically interesting. Law ignores everything else and focuses on that, looking Donut over for signs of anything out of the ordinary, gray eyes sweeping up and down.]

[glazedonutholes]

Lance, huh. Can't say I've heard of him. [ His eyes brighten. ] But I can sure look him up! Thanks, Mister!

[ His mouth slants down, the memory still fresh in his mind. After all, it was his first real death experience. And boy, was he not happy about the ensuing scar! ]

Well. Let me tell you! I was just talking with the guys, minding my own business when this chick in black armor stuck a grenade to the back of my head. Grif was all like - What's that? - and I was all like - Is it a spider?! Get it off! - and Simmons was all like - No, it's like a blue thing - then I was like - Like a Blue Spider?! Get it off! - then Grif was like - It's not a spider. It's some kind of fuzzy pulsating thing - and we went on and on until it suddenly blew up! I almost died! Got a wicked scar behind my head here [ he ruffles up the back of his hair where it covered most of the scar ] and worst yet, [ a pleading look ] ever since then I've been stuck light red armor! Do you know how hard it is to accessorize?! Well, I'll tell you! It's not very easy that's for sure.

[hot_mes]

[jesus Donut what the

still, Law actually does find the nature of injury fascinating. Also, soldiers with head damage explains a lot]

You survived a grenade to the head? Impressive. My compliments to your doctor, that had to take all of their skill and then some. Life-threatening injuries that severe are our greatest challenge and accomplishment.

[glazedonutholes]

Yup! Sure did~

Ooh, but I got that bitch back! I blew her up good!

[ There's a fierce confidence there, before it simply vanishes and he shrugs nonchalantly, mind moving on. ]

I don't remember that much about it, really. But, I bounced right back! Though... I still get a weird ringing in my ears sometimes. The one I do remember about is the one time Wash shot me - he's my roomie now! I was lying there bleeding out wondering how I was gonna clean all that dark red off of all that light red when my armor went into lock down. Doc found and and nursed me back to health. I was his first patient he saved! Isn't that neat?!

[hot_mes]

...what do you do that you keep getting so severely injured?

[it's out of his mouth before he can stop himself OH WELL]

Continued tinnitis. That may be something I can treat. The slightest mistake in the past can still be fixed in the present. Except scars, I can't do much about old scars.

[glazedonutholes]

Well, I'm a soldier. Private Franklin Delano Donut, at your service.

[ He bows, sweeping one hand in front of him before standing back up. ]

Do I need to take a tetanus shot again? Because the last time someone poked me in the ass it was pretty mediocre. Totally, anti-climatic.

[hot_mes]

[there's only a tiny bit of judging in his eyes. Teeny tiny bit.]

Soldier for who? Or what?

[snort!] No, if only because we don't exactly have the supplies to make vaccines here. The only ass-poking here is the sexual kind.

[that was painfully bad even by Law's own low standards]

[glazedonutholes]

For the Red Army, though really we just do whatever Sarge tells us. He’s our leader. Kind of like you!

[ He grins. ]

That’s not true, there’s always buddy yoga~

[hot_mes]

[not even gonna ask...]

You know that 'Red Army' means nothing to me. But, whatever, I'm not here to get into the ins and outs of various militaries. Not my style.

[glazedonutholes]

What's your style then? Mine's more metrosexual cowboy, though I'm always open to anything~

[hot_mes]

...what?

[those words make no sense to him in or out of context. Well, no, he knows what a cowboy is but...]

[glazedonutholes]

You know, stylin. Looking good. In fashion.

Everyone's sporting a look. Just ask Vogue.

[hot_mes]

[with this hat??]

If you say so. Fashion isn't exactly in my top ten concerns in life. [he says in tight jeans and a hoodie. Seriously, though, the hat.]

...weren't we talking about medical issues a moment ago?

[glazedonutholes]

How can you say that when you're wearing that hat?!

[ He points at it! ]

It's attention grabbing! Bold! It screams 'Look at me world! I don't care what you think! I'll wear what I want, when I want!'

You even have statement pieces [ he points to his earrings, shoes and jacket ] to pull the outfit together!

[hot_mes]

[sloooww roll of his eyes upward toward the visor of his hat]

It's my favorite hat, that's all. It's not... [oh but there is one thing, maybe not today but in his habits, so Law catches himself before he retorts something dumb and instead looks. Slightly embarrassed.] If I were wearing my shirt with my jolly roger on it, that would be a 'statement.'

[glazedonutholes]

It's not what -- Hipster? Because it totally is.

[ And then, a lightbulb! And suddenly his eyes are shining as if he just discovered chocolate covered sausage. ]

That's it isn't it! You're a hipster!

[ He giggles. ]

Why didn't you just say so~

Making me go through all these loops. Such a hipster thing to do--AND you're a doctor.

[ He giggles again, he's having so much fun! ]

We should trade hats one day~

[ He winks. ]

[hot_mes]

[Law, meanwhile, is flashing back to his first day in Luffy's presence and regretting everything. His hand even comes up to clutch his hat protectively as if to keep it on his head

I don't have even the slightest clue what you're on about. Look, I've got things to do and people waiting on me...

[and a stash of supplies already picked out, ready to go]