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]

Fan fic?

[She tips her head slightly, a puzzled expression touching her features. Oh, Peter. What can of worms have you opened now?]

What is that?

[itsnotaonesie]

Oh, no.

[MMMYUP CAN OF WOOOOORMS]

So... okay, so say you have a. Work of fiction, like a tv show or a book or whatever. Fan fic is just where fans of that work write their own stories about it. Y'know, for fun.

[THAT WAS relatively painless??? Yeah that wasn't so bad.]

[writtendestiny]

Oh. Alright.

[Very, very painless.]

I don't think anyone does that for the things I write. [That's an amusing thought, actually...] Unless Peppercorn has been getting into the archives.

[itsnotaonesie]

[As long as he doesn't have to explain stuff like shipping he's good.]

Archives? How much have you written?

[writtendestiny]

Oh, not very much yet. The archives are older than I am.

[Poison finds a chair and brings it over to sit down, before she pulls a folded sketchbook from inside her coat and a pen from an outside pocket.]

But I'll probably write hundreds of stories before I die.

[itsnotaonesie]

[You do that, Peter's gonna hang out here and fiddle with his SCIENCE or whatever.]

Ah-hah, gotcha. What kinda stories do you like to write?

[writtendestiny]

[You do your science thing, science boy. Poison will be over here... drawing you.]

I don't always get to choose... but my favourite ones are when there's an important lesson learned at the end. Not everybody gets those.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Yeeess draw me like one of your french girls. Or something.]

You don't get to choose? Do you work for someone?

[writtendestiny]

Hm? No. Well... yes?

[Very cryptic, Poison. She presses her lips together, looking at him over the top of her sketchpad.]

The stories I write are people's lives. The important parts, anyway.

[itsnotaonesie]

Like biographies?

[he glances over from whatever he's working on, and thinks he's picking up what she's putting down? but YEAH POISON, CRYPTIC MUCH??]

[writtendestiny]

... No.

[Her eyes go back down to the paper, but she keeps talking.]

I'm the Hierophant. I write... everything. The events that shape the realms. The natural laws that people live by. [Back home, it's simply what she is. Here, she's found that people look at her differently when she explains. That they don't like the implications of one person being so in control of everything.]

It's what the Hierophant does... all the way back to the very first one.

[itsnotaonesie]

Uh. Oh.

[I mean this is super freaky but ngl it's not as freaky as that one time a dude told Peter he was a comic book character so REALLY this isn't too bizarre a concept.

Except that it is because she basically just told him that she's GOD.]

Well, that's different. How does that, um. Work, exactly?

[writtendestiny]

Hm... I don't know.

[Quite honestly, she has no idea. She's not much wiser now to how it all works than she was when she first picked up her pen to write her first story.]

I'm still human, if you were wondering that. I think it's something about the Realm itself. The Hierophant's Realm.

[itsnotaonesie]

I think I'm about the last person who should be questioning how human someone is.

[All them wacky spider powers and junk man]

Is that where you like, originally came from, then?

[writtendestiny]

[He looks pretty human to her... but she's really not the person to be judging how human someone is just by how they look.]

No. I was born in a village. Gull, in the Black Marshes. I lived there for sixteen years.

[itsnotaonesie]

So you were born there? How long did you spend in the last place you were?

...I think what I'm asking is "how old are you" but in a really weird, roundabout sort of way.

[Nailed it. Kind of.]

[writtendestiny]

[She studies him for a moment, then chuckles.]

I'm eighteen years old. You could have just asked me.

[Poison isn't precious about her age.]

[itsnotaonesie]

I-- yeah, I could have just. Done that.

[mmmmMMMMYYEAP just gonna mentally kick himself a little for being SO SMOOTH only not smooth at all.]

[writtendestiny]

Yes. Yes, you could.

[She feels far, far away from kneeling in the snow, now. It's comfortable and warm in here, and the only evidence of it are the damp patches on her knees.

Poison turns her sketchbook around. On the page is a lightly sketched out drawing of Peter at his work station.]

What do you think?

[itsnotaonesie]

Oh, wow.

[Thank god for the subject change ngl, but Peter is legitimately impressed by Poison's sketch. He leans in for a closer look]

That looks amazing, you're really good at this!

[writtendestiny]

Thank you. I've had a lot of time to practice.

[She looks down again, and flips back through a few pages. All of them are covered in sketches and other, more detailed drawings.]

I'll need a new one soon. I'm running out of paper.

[itsnotaonesie]

[He doesn't want to be nosy or anything, but he does try to get a look at those pictures while she flips through them.]

Best I can offer you is a bunch of sticky notes. I'll keep on the look out for one of these for you, though. I mean, paper seems pretty basic, it's gotta turn up in the shops at some point, right?

[writtendestiny]

[She flips through them slowly enough for him to see. There is at least one of Glacius, and several of different large robots. There are other people, too, including a young girl with freckles, a man with long hair in dozens of braids, another with what looks like a cybernetic eye, and an entire page of sketches of a slim man with aviator sunglasses and dreadlocks.]

I used to have a camera, but I left it behind.

[She frowns, then sighs.]

It's strange, knowing I'll never see any of them again.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Well this went from admiring her amazing artistic talent to kind of a bummer in about two seconds flat. At least it's a sentiment he can relate to. After everything that happened back home, he doesn't think going back is going to be an option for him. There's a lot of people he left behind.]

It's... it's not easy, I know.

...The thighs on that one robot guy look really impractical.

[peter stop]

[writtendestiny]

[The young woman purses her lips, tilting her head as she looks at the drawing.]

Drift would be so indignant if you said that to him. [She says, but there's some humour flitting about the corners of her mouth.]

It made more sense when you saw him moving.