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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[writtendestiny]

[Poison laughs, then, but the sound is breathy and devoid of any humour. Still, the smile it prompts lingers around the corners of her mouth as the tears finally dry up and she wipes the last of the damp tracks from her cheeks.]

I've died three times. Somewhere else.

[Maybe it's saying a lot about what she saw that she'd rather be dead than see it. Though, she does occasionally have a penchant for the dramatic.]

And take it from me... some things are worse than death.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Okay give Peter a few seconds to like. Process this? Because he totally hadn't been expecting that sort of response at all.]

I-- Y- well... Okay. You totally got me there. Three is kind of a lot, kind of too many if you ask me. And uuhhh. Yeah, I've been thoroughly schooled, like, I got... I got nothing, you win.

[He hadn't meant to turn into an awkward stuttering dipshit but sometimes that's just how the cookie crumbles ok]

[writtendestiny]

[At least he's being genuine. How he suddenly stumbles over the unanticipated reply at least tells her that he wasn't just trying to offer platitudes to make her feel better. Poison takes a deep breath to steady herself, and... no, she's fine. She's fine, because what she saw isn't happening.]

It isn't a competition. [She tells him, flicking deep violet eyes up to his face.] Once is more than enough. I'm sorry you've had to go through it too.

[itsnotaonesie]

[oh god he hopes he hasn't just gone and offended her, the last thing he wants to do is try to help someone and then just fuck it all right up.]

Nonono, no, I wasn't-- I wasn't being serious! I mean, not like that. I mean-- okay, obviously this isn't the kind of thing to joke about, so I guess I was being kind of serious, but in a non-serious way? I-- wait.

[He stops, takes a deep breath, and tries a new approach.]

So, um. My name's Peter?

[Smooth, Pete. Smooth like concrete.]

[writtendestiny]

[Poison waits, quite patiently, while he fumbles. Catching him out like that had been entirely coincidental, but despite the way her insides still feel like they're uncomfortably vibrating she finds herself slightly entertained.

She allows him the recovery, if only so he can save face. It isn't likely that either of them will forget this first impression.]

I'm Poison. Do you want to start over? I can kneel down again, if you like.

[itsnotaonesie]

[If there's one thing Peter's good at, it's accidentally being entertaining.

He is grateful for the chance to recover this a bit, though. Poison's cool in his book.]

Nah, it's cool. This ship's already sailed, I can live with it.

[writtendestiny]

[She smiles, shaking her head a little in muted good humour. It's a strange thing to choose to alleviate her mood, but this works.]

That's your choice. Don't say I didn't make the offer.

[Poison tilts her head towards him, lifting her eyebrows briefly, then settling her expression into something more neutral.]

Have you seen anything?

[itsnotaonesie]

[Getting a girl to smile is waaaay better than making one cry, so this is already going a hundred times better than Peter had expected it to. He grins back and shrugs, but the grin fades once she asks that question.]

You mean the like, visions and stuff? Yeah, I've um. I've seen some things. None of them good things, but that seems to be the new thing that's going around.

[writtendestiny]

[At least it isn't just her. That's comforting. It isn't fair to be shown things like that, but it could be so much worse (as their conversation had already illustrated). She nods, and appears to fortify herself a little with a straightening of her shoulders and a deep breath.]

I'm fine. It was just... a shock. I hadn't thought about what might happen if I was gone.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Man she is way more chill than he is. He's still slightly panicking on the inside over his totally uncool fumbling a minute ago.]

Yeah, I feel that. I mean, I've been actively trying to avoid thinking about stuff like that, which... maybe that's not good for me? But either way it's kind of uncool to have that kind of thing forced on us.

[writtendestiny]

[If she knew, she'd tell him he was thinking too hard. For Poison, it's already passed by as a fumbling but ultimately somewhat endearing first impression that hasn't dented her opinion of him too badly.]

I've coped with worse. At least it isn't killing us. [The bright side? She shoots him a dim smile.]

Were you going somewhere?

[itsnotaonesie]

[He's just having a teenager moment, it'll pass.]

What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. Some wise old guy probably said that once. [Smiles are good, though. Way better than crying in the street, at least.]

I was heading to the lab. Not for any like, specific reason? Just looking for distractions, y'know.

[writtendestiny]

[She considers the statement, but doesn't say anything against it. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger? Maybe there's something in that, but the things that had killed her had made her stronger too.]

I'm in the lab sometimes. I haven't seen you there yet. [But the sharp edges of her expression soften slightly.]

We can be distracted together. If you don't mind.

[itsnotaonesie]

Yeah, I'm... in there at pretty weird times lately.

[Like in the dead of night when he can't sleep. That's healthy, right? Anyway.]

No.

I-- I mean no, I don't mind. I... sorry. Words. Sure, let's be distracted together.

[That came out weird, didn't it. It kind of did.]

[writtendestiny]

[Her slim brows raise as he trips over himself again, but again, she doesn't appear too fazed by it. The lab feels like a good idea whether he wants her company or not, but it's always easier to not have to avoid somebody.]

Am I making you nervous? [She asks bluntly, her large violet eyes watching him keenly from a pale face.]

Or are you usually like this?

[itsnotaonesie]

[Now what would be the least pathetic way to answer this question??? HMMM.]

Yes.

I mean, yes, this is kind of my default. Which... doesn't make me sound very cool at all, does it.

[but it is one hundred thousand percent true. In his defense, things have been pretty nutty lately. He'll get over it]

[writtendestiny]

It's fine. [The young woman shrugs, and gathers her hair to draw it back over her shoulders. It doesn't last, and it's soon slipping forward again despite her efforts.]

People who think they're 'cool' are usually just jerks anyway.

[She's always preferred people to be honest about who they are. It makes things easier in the long run. There's something about the way she says 'cool' that makes it sound like it doesn't sit right in her mouth. Not a word she's used to using despite knowing how.]

You don't seem like a jerk. But you're 'cool' so far.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter relaxes a little, even manages a smile. Okay cool this is starting to go a little less awkwardly.]

Hah, thanks. You seem pretty cool yourself.

[She hasn't called him a loser yet, that counts as cool in Peter's book.]

[writtendestiny]

[The girl makes an amused noise, but doesn't react too much to what she thinks is a compliment. In truth, she's never been very good at taking them. Thank being looked at as if she was some kind of freak for most of her childhood.]

Thank you for stopping. To talk to me. You didn't have to do that.

[In truth she isn't sure if anyone else passed her by, but she is glad she wasn't left alone with her thoughts.]

[itsnotaonesie]

[That's okay, Peter's not good at taking compliment either but that's mostly just because he'a a big awkward nerd

and yeah he really did have to stop because he is physically incapable of Not Helping when someone looks like they need it.]

Hey, no problem. You looked like you could use a distraction.

[writtendestiny]

[They can be awkward together, and neither of them any the wiser of it.]

Yes... I suppose that's right. [Her lips purse briefly.] You're a good distraction.

[itsnotaonesie]

[i don't think it's possible to be any more awkward then this ngl]

It's one of my like, three talents. I'm also good at back flips.

[and chemistry and physics and building weird shit and sticking to walls and quoting all of Star Wars]

[writtendestiny]

Back flips? [There, look at that, he got her to laugh. Poison does not have an acrobatic bone in her body, though her balance is fairly good.]

What other talents do you have?

[itsnotaonesie]

[You know what he'll demonstrate his sick back flip skills right now for her. That sure was a backflip he just did. Also getting a laugh out of her definitely counts as a win]

Front flips, side flips, calculus. Stuff like that.

[writtendestiny]

[There's an expression on her face like nothing seen thus far when he demonstrates so readily. Until now she has been carefully guarded, her features schooled into something neutral if not quite unfriendly.

Now, though, her violet eyes go wide and her face lights up, an undeniable smile there as she claps her hands together without even thinking about it.]

How did you do that?