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.

Comments

[writtendestiny]

I think I'll leave it to you. [Poison muses out loud, one corner of her mouth quirking up. She's quite sure that if she tried something like that, she'd fall straight on her head and there wouldn't be anything graceful about it.]

Are you working on anything in the lab? I'd like to see.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Oh no girl please don't backflip onto your head 8(]

Sure, I can show you. I'm not working on anything specific right now, just trying to keep my equipment in good shape.

[writtendestiny]

[She isn't even going to try.]

That's fine. It's just... more distractions. [Poison nods, content enough just to see something new.] I've been trying to find something to do there with a bit more direction. It's... different to what I've been used to.

[itsnotaonesie]

Well, let's see. What sort of things are you used to? What kind of projects do you like to work on?

[writtendestiny]

Where I come from, I'm--... [No, she doesn't want to explain what the Hierophant is right now.] I'm a writer. There's no technology there, not like here.

[But she shrugs, flicking her hair back over her shoulder.]

But where I was before this place... it was like here, but worse, and I learned a lot there. Do you know what a Cybertronian is?

[itsnotaonesie]

[Oooo a writer, that's a perfectly normal occupation. Kind of a nice change of pace from all the wacky shit Peter's heard of other people doing. And himself. Shh.]

Cool, cool. And um. Yeah, I think so? It sounds familiar, isn't that what Knock Out and that whiny jet guy are?

[writtendestiny]

Starscream. [She tells him, valiantly fighting a smirk at the very apt description of him. A whiny jet. That sounds very accurate.]

Yes, that's what they are. I used to know a lot of them. They had a clinic, and I spent a lot of time there.

[itsnotaonesie]

Oh God, yeah, I forgot his name for a minute. Somehow.

[WEIRD NAME, BRO. REAL WEIRD NAME.]

Wow, really? Where was this? Were you just stuck on a robot world with robot people?

[writtendestiny]

Don't worry, I won't tell. [He'd be so indignant.]

It was--... the place I was before. Where I died. [Three times.] There were a lot of them there, for a while.

[She shrugs one boney shoulder.]

But then it was just me, in the end.

[itsnotaonesie]

Oh, it's fine. I think I can take 'em.

[Starscream wouldn't be the first plane Peter's crashed, just sayin'. He does sound like he's joking, though, there's a 50/50 chance that he actually is joking.]

See, that... just raises a lot more questions? But I really don't wanna be nosy.

[writtendestiny]

[She just saw the guy do a backflip, honestly, she isn't sure what else he might be capable of. Maybe isn't joking. She kind of hopes he is.]

... It's fine. You can ask.

[itsnotaonesie]

[LMAO NOPE SORRY]

Um, o-okay. Cool, um. So, this place you were before? I take it you weren't originally from there?

[writtendestiny]

[Poison smiles faintly, shaking her head.] No, I wasn't. I was drawn there, just like I was drawn here.

[She pulls in a deep breath and sighs it out, stretching her arms out slightly.]

It was worse than here. Much worse.

[itsnotaonesie]

[The idea that there's more than one place out there doing this shit to people is really kind of unsettling. Peter almost immediately looks like he regrets asking, but too late nerd you already opened that can of worms]

Are... are you comfortable telling me how it was worse? You don't have to if you really don't want to.

[writtendestiny]

[She did invite this, so she can't be too annoyed that he's asking. While they walk, she closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them to watch her feet.]

It's fine. [It's not fine, and Peter will no doubt quickly discover just how 'not fine' it is.]

Here, if people die... it's usually because of an accident. Or because they were fighting something. There... they were killing us. They were torturing us. Killing us and then bringing us back to do it again. I'm not... even certain if I'm the real me. I might be a clone.

[itsnotaonesie]

[PETER REALLY REGRETS ASKING!!!! THAT'S NOT FINE AT ALL!!!]

Jesus, what? Why would they even do that?

[Hes not even touching the clone thing ooooh my god dude That's A Little Much]

[writtendestiny]

They were trying to stop the end of the world. [It sounds ridiculous when she says it. How could repeated deaths possibly stop the end of the world?]

There was something underneath us. A creature. The only way to keep it quiet was by sacrificing us to it.

[itsnotaonesie]

[The "stopping the end of the world" part isn't even crazy. Peter'd essentially been trying to do something similar before he'd ended up here. everything else she says, though? Yikes.]

What the Hell. Jeez, like, this place isn't great? But I'm really glad you don't have to be there anymore.

[writtendestiny]

Yes, well... everyone I left behind is still there.

[That's the part that stings the most, and the confusing side of it is that some of those people are here as well. Poison shakes her head, brushes her hair back over her shoulders, and gives a small smile.]

I suppose I should have warned you what you were getting into when you asked me about it.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter grimaces in that "oooh I hope I didn't just make this worse" sort of way. Every time he tries to make things better he beefs it whyyyy]

N-nah, it-- it's fine. I mean I'm fine, not that all that um, stuff is. Fine.

[Damn he's still beefing it isn't he]

[writtendestiny]

[The girl studies him for a few moments, nothing about her thought processes shown in her dark eyes as she does so. Then, she smiles, shrugs, and shakes her head.]

Thank you for listening.

[He's not beefing it.]

[itsnotaonesie]

[Oh God she's looking at him she thinks he's a weenie loser and she's gonna tell him to shut up and never open his dumb idiot mouth again and honestly he deserves it for running his dumb idiot mouth AND RUINING EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME WHY--

Oh well shit, that's not what she said at all. Peter stops holding his breath because he'd totally been doing that this while time.]

Yeah, um. Sure, don't mention it.

[SMOOTH]

[writtendestiny]

[Peter can be sure that if Poison considered anything that came out of his mouth to be stupid or unnecessary, she would let him know about it. What she appreciates is that this seems to be the real him, and even if the real him is kind of clumsy and awkward, it's still real.

He also reminds her of Peppercorn, a friend from home, which helps somewhat. Her patience with such things had been built on her interactions with that girl.]

Look, there's the labs. [She indicates ahead, giving him a get-out from the corner he's talked himself into.]

[itsnotaonesie]

[The real him is also a back flipping spandex-clad super hero/science nut. He's got layers. Like an onion. Or a parfait.]

Oh jeez, there it is. I hope Newt doesn't have any animal chunks sitting around right now.

[Once they get up to the lab he's going to be a nice boy and get the door for her.]

[writtendestiny]

Why? Don't you think it's interesting?

[Cakes have layers.

When they get to the door, she reaches for it but he gets there first. Her fingers twitch back, then her arm drops and she ducks past him with another of those small smiles and a 'thank you' for the courtesy. Unnecessary, but sweet.]

He's always doing something. I've started bringing my sketchbook.