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hadriel_logs2019-01-17 10:10 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2019-01-17 10:10 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- agent carolina,
- agent maine,
- anakin skywalker,
- armitage hux,
- caedra nisariel,
- finn,
- george lass,
- jo harvelle,
- kylo ren,
- lucretia,
- margaery tyrell,
- mariane cousland,
- michael munroe,
- peter parker,
- poe dameron,
- sally face (sal fisher),
- shigeru miyata,
- staci pratt,
- takashi shirogane,
- tinya wazzo
Event Log: It's Aliiiive!
Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the It's Aliiiive! event
Where: All over the city
When: January 17th-25th
Warnings: None
What: The event log for the It's Aliiiive! event
Where: All over the city
When: January 17th-25th
Warnings: None
Things just seem a little weird at first - but then, things always seem a little weird in Hadriel. There's probably nothing to worry about, except that you know better, so there probably is. But at first, nothing is out of the ordinary. A creeping sensation on the back of your neck, a feeling of being watched, but isn't that kind of ordinary here?
Then things get weird.
Your coffee cup jerks suddenly, spilling hot coffee all over your lap. Your chair hurls itself over, with you in it. Your favorite jacket constricts, trying to strangle you. What are you going to do? Break your stuff? Run out into the frozen landscape, forsaking all possessions? Try to appease your belongings so they'll love you again? Good luck... hopefully you weren't too attached.► This log covers January 17-25th.
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um
Okay, so it was that he was avoiding Wash. Look, he had a lot of feelings about shit, had no idea how to explain them, and now it had gone too long to say anything, down into that uncomfortable realm. But after running into Maine and the way that had gone, well, he had some shit on his plate. Evidence. Tucker had words.
And apparently a captive audience. Not that he knew it yet.
Tucker spotted the familiar gray-yellow arm, heard the yelling as he got closer. It was weird, the stiffness and awkwardness of the pose, and he cocked his head to the side to attempt to get some understanding.
"What the fuck happened to you?"
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He's gonna get an earful, isn't he? Well, he'll at least answer the question first.
"I had to send my armor into lockdown when it attacked me. I'm stuck."
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Tucker snorted.
"Stuck, huh?" He toed the other's armored food, listening to the clang of it as it connected. "Good."
He took a step back, eyes darting to make sure that they weren't going to be interrupted. After a careful thought, he reached out to try to unlatch the helmet and take it off him; don't worry, because if Wash got too mouthy, he'd put it back on.
Backwards.
"I ran into your friend."
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Oh.
Well shit, it must've gone badly if he's going to just leave Wash stuck in his armor for this conversation. Wash's lips press into an unhappy line. At least Tucker seems like he's unharmed, so it couldn't have gone too terribly, but. He doesn't know what did happen.
"I wanted to introduce you to each other properly, remember that. You're the one who said no." Then, softer, "What happened?"
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Asshole. Smug little shit.
But Tucker dropped his arm, letting the helmet dangle from his fingers as he looked at him. You want the truth, Wash? You sure about that?
"Well, he aimed his fucking Grif Shot at me, so you tell me."
It will never be known as anything else, for the record.