hadriel_logs | 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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[no, Laura wouldn't call herself idealistic. she's not as jaded as she used to be, but she'd still consider herself far from idealistic]

She sounds like someone who'd be good to know. But, "was?" Did something happen to her?

[ Knock Out shakes his head quickly. ]

Nothing that I know of. We were colleagues before the war, but we ended up choosing different sides. It's a big universe, who knows where she might be now?

[ Velocitron was decimated, Cybertron a burnt-out husk. Where might Moonracer have gone, if she were still fighting? The war had surely continued in many places that weren't Earth. Unfortunately, that brings his thoughts back to the visions that have been pressing on them all, and that's an unwelcome thought, which shows on his features. ]

It sure is. Bigger and wilder than I'd ever imagined.

[she notices the shift of his features and ventures out]

...something you wanna talk about? Or be distracted from?

[ Quickly he shifts back to his usual easy expression. When did he get maudlin? ]

The war? That's a four-million year old story, you know. Not exactly a light bedtime story. No, I was thinking about these pesky...

[ He waves a clawed hand vaguely about his head to indicate the visions. ]

[since he found himself stranded on a planet full of fake god jerks who eat emotions]

--oh. The weird shit? Is this the first time the fake gods have screwed with your head?

[ Pit slagging fake gods. ]

You mean other than my being brought here? Yes, apparently it is.

[ Please tell him this isn't going to be common... ]

[they're all obnoxious assholes]

And of course they go with the mindfuck straight outta the gate. Typical. I think they get off on it.

[once, occasionally twice per month. sorry]

Is that what it was meant to be?

[ He sounds genuinely surprised, taking a moment to review the visions he'd received. ]

There were two. One... good, and one bad, for lack of better descriptors.

[ a beat, then: ]

I'm almost certain that's the basis of a movie I've watched.

Yeah, something like that.

[she listens to the descriptions]

A good one? Really? That's better than what most people get.

[she nods]

Yeah, same here. Did yours involve a guy who was shown what an absolutely awesome life he had?

Well... "good" in the sense that not everyone died, and the war ended. Apparently I'm not around to see it, however.

Something like that.

Oh. That last part, not being able to see it? That's kind of a bummer.

I guess that kind of story's a dime a dozen. Everybody wants proof that they mattered.

[ His plating shifts in a shrug. ]

Lots of mechs won't get to see it.

[ He doesn't care. She should absolutely believe he doesn't. ]

And it's a bummer for them, too.

[she's not entirely sure she's buying it]

And yourself? You seemed rather addled when you first came upon me.

[ Aha, he had noticed. ]

Uh. Yeah. [she takes a breath] I had a vision of Twin Peaks after I died. It had become this huge . . . thing. Where everyone wanted to know who killed me. And a lot of nasty secrets weren't so secret anymore.

[ It was so very opposite to what Knock Out had experienced that he's almost taken aback. ]

That's flattering.

[those are the fake gods for you, always full of surprises]

I guess. It was weird, seeing people who barely knew me or hadn't known me at all being so determined to solve my murder.

Did they? Solve it, that is.

[ Laura had already told him the identity of the murderer, but that knowledge did her no good. Others should know. Someone to serve justice for it. ]

Nope. Not that I could tell. The fake gods didn't let me see that part.

[and with her father's outward display of grief, no one suspected a thing]

Perhaps they will yet, and the fake gods were simply too stingy to let you see it.

[ One can hope, at least. Though he knows well that not all murders have justified endings. ]

It was... something of the opposite, for mine.

Maybe? The guy in charge of the investigation was a little . . . different. He swore by Tibetan mysticism and visions.

[no, they don't. and from what she saw, she had little reason to hope that hers would]

...yeah? How so?

The two visions that I had, I wasn't in either of them. But more than that...

[ he sounds a little contemplative, like he's not sure what to make of what he saw ]

More than that, it didn't seem as though anyone noticed.

[the last part visibly throws her]

Seriously? That sounds . . . creepy. Definitely one of the fake gods' better tricks. [tentatively] You all right?

[ breezily: ] Never better, Laura. I'm taking it as a reminder to keep myself in the spotlight even more when I get back. Who else could fill it with as much style as I could, after all?

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