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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[George is always at the Speakeasy after her shifts at the Clinic and the Lab end.

it's not like she can get drunk, but she enjoys the taste. the false sense of camaraderie.

anything's better than what she's been seeing, a world where she didn't matter at all. her parents still on the verge of divorce, her little sister still weird and closed off to the world around her, the other Reapers still doing their jobs as though nothing had changed.

if anything was supposed to emphasize her sense of unimportance in the world, this was it.

but camaraderie. . .

...maybe not so false. she sees Sal sitting at a table by himself and approaches him (she's already snagged her usual whiskey sour)]

Hey. I'd ask how you're feeling, but lemme guess. The answer is "shitty." Right?

[Sal glances up from his little doodle. It was just of one of the spires and it sucked, but it was fun. Despite the fact that he's slightly taken aback, wondering if he's just that obvious, he laughs it off.]

Is my hair that bad?

[being a Reaper is like being a bartender: you learn how to read people early.

she waggles a palm in the air] Ehhhh, on the scale of "not bad" to "total disaster," I'd say you're somewhere around "WTF?"

[There's a smile underneath his mask but it's big enough to reach his eyes a little. He taps his pencil on the table idly, as if in thought, his other hand coming up to prop underneath his chin.]

I'll take it. "WTF" is my brand, after all. And my life's motto.

[she tries to smile back, but it's faltering. she does slide into the booth opposite him, though. she's trying to look casual, even if she's feeling anything but]

Not a bad motto. Mine was always "fuck you," but that's a little aggressive.

[Now that he can actually see her straining to appear casual Sal feels like he understands her questioning of him now. Maybe it was a little bit of projecting?]

Just a little bit.

[With his attention now on George he crosses his arms over the table and watches her through the holes of his mask, his tone sincere and soft when he speaks. As soft as his raspy voice can be, anyway.]

How're you holding up?

[she's projecting like a fucking IMAX camera]

Thought so.

[she downs her whiskey sour in one gulp and signals for another one]

Oh, I'm just peachy. Nothing like having your insignificance shoved in your face, after all. You?

[He can see that. Girl, what're you doin'?]

Uh...[He hadn't been expecting a response like that, but regardless he takes on a concerned tone and ignores the small question aimed at him, his gaze following the whiskey as she downs it.] What do you mean? Did someone say something to you?

Edited (WORDS) 2019-01-09 23:35 (UTC)

[nothin'. handling her problems like a friggen adult.

don't worry, she can't get drunk. although, that seems more like a drawback than a perk right now] No, no, it's just. This stupid place and the stupid gods.

[Sal's not sure what she might be referring to, at first, so he stays quiet. It's only after a moment of staring down at his crudely done doodle that something clicks and he looks up again.]

Oh...one of them is doing something right now, aren't they?

[meh. meh meh meh. stupid gods. stupid visions. everything is stupid]

Yes. And it's fucking annoying. You lucked out of it?

[He pauses to consider the question, but he sees her as a friend so he doesn't withdraw quiet as much.]

Not really. I guess I just didn't realize what was going on. I usually have a lot of weird nightmares anyway.

It did seem a little different, though.

[and she sees him as a friend, too, which is why she's willing to talk]

Oh. I had mine beamed into my head while I was wide awake. Nearly ran into a fucking wall.

Different? How come?

Oh, I'm sorry. I know those can be startling.

[He has experience with that too. Normally he's just standing still when it happens though, so there's that.]

It just felt different. I can't really explain it. It's not technically out of line from the kind of stuff I normally see, but it was off?

It's not real, though.

[It's hard to tell whose benefit he's saying that for.]

Startling's not a strong enough word for it.

[George was mid-trip to the Clinic and mid-ly tripped over her own feet, face first into a wall]

...what stuff do you normally see? Stuff with the ghosts? Or other stuff?

No, it's not. Anyway, it's not like I saw stuff I hadn't guessed would happen.

[maybe for both?]

Uhhh, well...yeah. Both sometimes. It's hard to explain my nightmares. They usually keep me up at night. Sometimes I don't want to go back to sleep because of them.

[It's not that he wouldn't go into specifics with her. She's a friend. But he's not sure if he should. No one needs to hear that shit. Besides, he's not sure where he'd even start.]

This seemed more...real, I guess.

[said kindly] That's gotta suck. How do you get enough sleep?

[she understands the urge to keep certain things secret. fuck knows she doesn't want to get into her life as a Reaper. it's too private, too humiliating]

I know the feeling. I saw--stuff, too. Wasn't all that pleasant.

Uh, I don't.

[Followed by a small laugh, perhaps a touch awkward because that joke sounded more self deprecating than he would have liked.]

I'm sorry. Do you wanna like...do something to get your mind off of it? Are you okay?

Seriously?

[she would like to know. even Reapers sleep occasionally]

Yeah, I'm fine. Like I said, it wasn't like it was a surprise. My parents getting divorced, my little sister getting weirder and weirder, and the other Reapers going along with their work like always.

Sorta, yeah.

[Oh he sleeps. He just doesn't get enough of it most nights. At any rate, while that doesn't sound awful he thinks he might know her issue. Maybe.]

Ah, I see. Well, things aren't always what they seem on the outside, you know? You might not have gotten the whole picture.

How are you, y'know, functional? With no sleep.

[her issue is that she blames herself for everything. literally all the things. except for the stuff that she tries to get out of]

Maybe not, but it felt real. And it's kind of the way things were right before I left. My dad was kinda gonna have an affair. I think?

Practice?

[He wishes he had a better answer. But look, the thing George just said should probably take point in the conversation over Sal's inability to sleep like a functioning human being.]

Oh...whoa...I'm sorry.

[she looks vaguely skeptical] That doesn't sound like much of a solution.

[nope, sorry, he's her friend and therefore, she's going to be concerned for him. so there]

Thanks. [a pause] And you know the really shitty thing about it all? My dad was gonna be having an affair with a girl I had a crush on.

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