ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hadrielmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hadriel_logs2019-01-04 08:53 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2019-01-04 08:53 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- agent carolina,
- agent maine,
- caedra nisariel,
- cashmere,
- charles yvry,
- daenerys targaryen,
- fingon,
- franklin delano donut,
- george lass,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- jo harvelle,
- kelson haldane,
- knock out,
- laura palmer,
- margaery tyrell,
- mariane cousland,
- michael munroe,
- peter parker,
- sanji,
- sansa stark,
- staci pratt,
- starscream,
- terrence ephemera/sharkface,
- the disreputable dog,
- tinya wazzo,
- trafalgar law
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
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.
no subject
[ A shrug. It's what the gods do. Ephemera's learned to accept it. ]
no subject
[Charles grunts. All these visions of shit going to hell in a handbasket without him? It can't be real. Because fuck that.]
Sorry, by the way. About you bein' dead.
no subject
Don't be. Not like you did me in. 'sides, I lived a whole lot longer than anyone expected.
[ He's almost thirty. Practically ancient by ODST standards. ]
no subject
I'll drink to that. Or I would, if I had anything.
[He'll just take a drag on his cigarette instead.]
However it happened, I hope it was a good one.
[A good death, he means. Dying sucks, but dying lame sucks even worse.]
no subject
[ Maybe it's not the best attitude towards life, but it's one that Ephemera understands. ]
Hail of bullets. Could've been better, could've been worse.
no subject
[The free cigarette helps. Not that Charles is used to people liking him so quickly; they usually find him abrasive. This is nice, though.]
Eh, dying old in bed is overrated. At least you were doing something badass, probably.
no subject
no subject
[As if hell is just an inconvenience.]
And yeah, I know, so does everybody, but this whole vision thing is really drivin' the point home.
no subject
[ He's got plans, despite being dead, but none of them involve going back home. Not anymore. ]
Gods are getting something out of it. Like always.
no subject
no subject
[ Ephemera exhales another cloud of smoke. ]
Just what they do. I try not to take it personally.
no subject
I mean yeah, I guess they gotta eat. Just kinda one of those "sucks for everybody" situations. They gotta do this to live, and then we hate 'em for it, because it's awful. No easy answer.
no subject
[ Ephemera sighs, tipping his head back. ]
Lot of people take it personally. Hard not to, I guess.
no subject
[There's needing to get people to feel things, and there's throwing salt in a wound.]
But I guess for now there's not much we can do. Kind of stuck with each other.
no subject
Easier said than done, but I see your point. Pretty damn easy to start a fight around here, but it doesn't do much in the end.
no subject
[He shrugs and takes another drag off his cigarette.]
You supposed we could take 'em if we all banded together?
no subject
[ Ephemera just shrugs. He's got no person feelings about the gods. They keep Drake alive and he's tankful for that, but his goodwill doesn't go much further. It's just the reality of this place, something to be contented with. Like the weather. ]
Sure, the Null got some good hits in. But unless somebody figures out how they managed that one, I don't see the point.
no subject
[He'd of course have to have a very good plan already in place, but you know. At least he's honest about his intentions.]
It's just nice to know where you stand, right? That if shit hits the fan in the worst way, we're not totally fucked. Though I guess we might be.
no subject
[ For his part, Ephemera doesn't usually let his enemies know he's coming. Not unless the point is to make sure they know who's killing them. He's tried to move past that part of his life. ]
Hnn. But we are still standing. Something to be said for that, in the end.
no subject
[This is either the kind of confidence bred of having no natural enemies, or the kind of confidence born from brash stupidity. Spoiler alert, it's the second one.]
no subject
Sure. That's one way to think of it.
no subject
[He stubs out what's left of the cigarette and stands.]
Shit, I don't think I got your name. Thanks for the smoke, though.
no subject
[ He gives a polite nod. ]
See you around.
no subject
[It's only polite to return the favor. He nods as well.]
See ya.
[And with that nice little respite over, he returns home.]