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.

[When she says it first of all it comes out sharp, like a knife in the form of a word, biting and sharp. Then, her eyes dip and she sighs out a breath, shaking her head.]

... No. I'm fine. [Fine enough, at least, to get herself up from the ground without too much difficulty. She feels as if she's had the life drained out of her, and the her already pale complexion has been drawn to a faintly grey pallor.]

Just another uneventful day in Hadriel, right?

[she kind of doubts that the other girl is fine, but if she says she's fine, she's not gonna dispute it. in this place, nobody is fine. there's just varying degrees of suck.

she gets back up from her crouch, letting Poison get to her feet on her own. George notices how pale she is, but she's not going to mention it if the other girl doesn't]

Yuuuup. Never a dull moment. Much as we might wish for one.

I don't need it to be dull. I just need it to not be this.

[Whatever 'this' is. Poison doesn't look interested in going into too much detail. She scrubs her face quickly with both hands, the dampness on her cheeks stinging in the cold.]

I refuse to let these creatures take any more from me than the absolute minimum.

...yeah, unfortunately this is kind of a thing. Because the assholes are feeling peckish.

[she's assuming that "this" is kind of the whole fake god mindfuck madness. George figures she's lucky in a way in that she didn't see anything she wasn't expecting. she also figures that not everyone was so lucky]

Yeah? Me, too. I've never been a big fan of being fucked with.

[Wonderful. Poison can't say she likes it, but it's better than anything that the Technicians ever did to them. It's upsetting, but she'll survive it. She'll live.]

Me neither. [She mutters with a frown. Her knees have gone numb, and she takes a few steps to shake it off.]

Can we move? I don't want to stay here.

[the stupid gods have an interest in making sure they all live. can't get emotions from a bunch of corpses.

she walks alongside Poison, keeping to her pace]

Sure. Where d'you wanna go? The Speakeasy's warm.

That sounds fine.

[Her steps turn that way without prompting. It's the warmth that tempts her more than anything. Even indoors, it's hard to get a space warm enough to be comfortable in this climate. Still, she's been through worse. She'll survive.]

This is happening to everyone, then. [Not a question. She's figured out how things work by now.] It's a horrid tactic.

Okay, cool.

[and George continues to follow along. the warmth beckons to her as well since a Reaper's body tends towards whatever the local temperature is. she doesn't feel cold, exactly, but she knows that if she touches somebody, she'd be like ice]

Uh-huh. [just a neutral confirmation. and she sighs at Poison's next words] Yeah, it's shitty. But the stupid gods want their fucking emotions and the assholes will do whatever it takes to get 'em.

There has to be a better way. [She sighs, only pausing by the bar to get a drink and heading immediately for the warmth of the fire. She holds out a hand to it, flexing her fingers.]

Maybe there was, once. They used to have others, didn't they? And more of them. [Poison frowns, letting her glass rest against her lower lip a moment.]

I've done a lot of reading since I got here. In the lab.

Yeah, you'd think? [George reaches behind the bar, roots around for a bit, and emerges with a bottle of the closest thing to whiskey this place has, then follows Poison over to the fire]

They sure did. A whole entire species of 'em. Rumor has it, they could feel whatever emotion the stupid gods wanted at will. But the Null killed 'em all, so that's where we come in. [she opens the bottle of not-whiskey and takes a long drink]

And I do a lot of cutting shit up in the lab. Wonder why we haven't run into each other there.

Event Log: Is It a Wonderful Life?

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