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.
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► If you try a weird solution to make it back home, please let us know here.

Comments

[unphase]

[and her emotional heart always takes over]

I don't like them doing it to you. Haven't you been through enough? [she sighs] I try to tell myself that they depend on us as much as we do on them. That there are no better options. [she looks down a little] And if I really am . . . dead in my world, I guess I owe them for bringing me back to life somewhere. But. It's still hard.

[itsnotaonesie]

[they kinda balance each other, like an awesome buddy cop team]

The way I see it, if what I've already been through hasn't broken me by now, then I can handle this. And I guess for me it's less about helping the gods or aliens or whatever, and more just keeping in mind that the energy or whatever they take from me goes back into helping everyone else. And then there's that, too. I'd rather be here than dead, even if here does kind of suck sometimes.

[unphase]

[the awesomeness. she gets dibs on the good hair]

I guess that's a good way of looking at it. Grife knows we've both been through a lot. I'll try to look at it as a little way of helping everybody, but don't be shocked if I don't get at least a little mad at the aliens now and then. And here, there's something of a possibility.

[itsnotaonesie]

[That's fair, Peter wears a mask all the time anyway]

Hey, get mad at 'em all you want. There is one called Rage, so maybe getting pissed off will... be a.... Y'know, good thing? That came out weird. Did that come out weird? It did, it totally did.

[unphase]

[so he gets the mysterious angle!

a small laugh] I don't want to get mad to make them happy. I want to get mad so I can be mad. And it did come out a little bit weird, but that's okay. [she reaches out to pat him on the shoulder]

[itsnotaonesie]

Half the stuff that comes out of my mouth is weird, at this point I'm used to it.

[unphase]

[she giggles and grins] At this point? I'm used to it. So go ahead and be weird, I won't mind.

[itsnotaonesie]

Okay, good. Because it's not gonna stop any time soon.

[unphase]

Good! It's gonna be fun to see what you do next.

[itsnotaonesie]

Well, it might be fun after I'm done feeling miserable. Right now my plan is to sit on this roof and sulk a little more. Then maybe get lunch.

[unphase]

[she bumps his shoulder with hers gently] All right. Mind if I keep you company while you sulk?

[itsnotaonesie]

[He chuckles softly and rubs his shoulder, thinking it over for a moment.]

Yeah, I think I'd like that. Sulking alone can be pretty boring. Not that I'm going to be too exciting to hang out with for a while.

[unphase]

[she waits while he thinks it over]

Maybe don't call it sulking? How about "brooding?" Brooding sounds mysterious and deep. Sulking sounds depressing.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Give him a moment to have a chuckle]

I mean yeah, you have a point, but let's be honest. There's nothing mysterious or deep about me at all. I'm a goofball in a flashy costume, I know what I'm about.

[unphase]

[and she giggles]

All right, point taken. So, let's sit and you'll sulk and I'll keep you company while you do it.

[itsnotaonesie]

Awesome, that sounds like a good plan to me.

[He crosses his arms and sits there silently for a moment before speaking up again.]

...So you can't see it, but I'm totally pouting right now. That's part of sulking, right? I think I got this.

[unphase]

Me, too.

[and sits with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around just below the knees]

Pouting is definitely part of sulking. You're doing great. Even if I can't see it.

[itsnotaonesie]

Great! I'm a natural at this after all.

[Weird brag, Peter. That's about all the humor he's got in him for now, though. Time for that good good sulking.]

[unphase]

Uh-huh. But there's always room for practice. Heaving sighs, flopping down dramatically on the nearest flat surface, things like that.

[not that she's done such things in her mother's presence, not one bit]

[itsnotaonesie]

Maybe I'll work on it a bit when I have a softer flat surface to work with. This roof isn't the most comfortable thing to flop on, I bet.

[He does lay back on it, as if testing the flopability of the roof, but nope.]

Nah, too hard. But I might take a nap anyway.

[unphase]

You can practice on my sofa so you can do it to maximum effect with your roommates? They'd be fussing over you immediately.

[nope, these roofs are too hard to flop back dramatically on]

Okay. I can stand guard.

[itsnotaonesie]

Oh, no. Thanks for the offer, but the last thing I want is to make people fuss over me. That's why I tend to do my sulking in private. Or on roofs, apparently.

[He's not even joking about that nap thing. He rolls over on his side and tucks an arm under his head before giving her a thumbs up.]

Definitely don't draw a butt on my face if I fall asleep.

[unphase]

[lightly, friendly] All right, have it your way. Me? I could never resist an audience.

[d'awww, toocute!]

I definitely won't draw a butt. [a pause] Maybe a dick and balls.

[itsnotaonesie]

[You know what he was about to comment on the first thing but the second thing is far more shocking and he sits RIGHT UP.]

Wow! Straight for the dick'n balls, huh? That escalated quickly!

[unphase]

[she dissolves into a fit of giggles]

What? I thought that such things were common at 20th century sleepovers. Which this isn't exactly, but it's close enough.