Event Log: Soulmates

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for Soulmates event
Where: All over the city
When: February 14th-February 22nd
Warnings: None

Oh shit, what even happened last night? You're pretty sure you had a normal night, no crazy drunk antics (unless that is your normal night). But this morning you woke up with a brand new tattoo, and it's... a name?

Maybe it's a name you recognize, one of your good friends. Maybe it's a stranger. Maybe it's someone you can barely stand. No matter who it is, you kind of feel like you should look for them and figure out what's going on with this weird tattoo. And when you find them - well, they've got one too, except this one is your name. It would seem weird, except as soon as you see each other you kind of understand. Of course you'd have a tattoo with the name of the person you've found such an amazing connection with. You were meant to be together.

So enjoy your time with your newfound soulmate. Who knows, you might wake up tomorrow with a whole new name on your arm, a new connection, a new love. Make the most of it!

► This log covers February 14th-February 22nd
► 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 to pull off a stupid stunt to impress your soulmate and fail so miserably you die, please let us know here.

Comments

daenerys targaryen ; mostly ota

[lemontree]

2/14 - closed to jon

[ The morning light gradually rouses the young queen, and as she shifts, silver hair spills over her limbs and around her bare form. Dany breathes deeply as she comes to consciousness, eyes fluttering. Stifling a yawn with her hand.

...Hmm?

It takes a while, but eventually Dany notices that there is something on her hand that isn't usually there. As she settles back against Jon's slumbering form, she's coaxed to a laugh by the writing on her palm. ]

What is this? [ She questions, amused, turning the hand to give him a better view. ] I'm afraid I'm firmly against being considered anyone's property, yours included.

[ As he well knows. As far as jokes go, this isn't one within Jon's "style."

(Neither of them are much for joking.) ]


2/18-2/22 open

[ One morning, Jon's name is gone. The few more-blissful-than-normal days she'd spent in his company aren't really gone, but the honeymoon feeling of them has faded. It may have everything to do with the fact that it isn't his name on her hand anymore, and that it's instead another person's. Maybe someone in Hadriel.

Dany is surprised again by this, and more wary of the pull toward the name's owner than she'd been on the 14th. All the same, she's drawn out of the house and into the city, curiously hunting for the man or woman who ought to bear her name in return.

Throughout the rest of Love's influence, she makes a point of finding those people. Even without the compulsion, it's an opportunity to learn a bit more about the other captives within Hadriel, and there doesn't seem to be any harm in it... ]


( ooc ; please include the date in your comment! )

21st

[theladyofhighever]

[this has all been a terribly peculiar experience for Mariane, but. it's forced her to be a bit more social, to try to reach out to them a little more. a very difficult proposition for a girl as shy and plagued by melancholy as she is. she misses Alistair (and Morrigan) and her Blight companions terribly, but . . . the people here seem pleasant enough.

perhaps it wouldn't hurt to make a few friends?

so she sees the name, "Daenerys Targaryen," and knows immediately it's not someone from Thedas.

she goes in search of the unknown woman, but is found first by a beautiful young woman with silvery hair and striking eyes. the other woman's beauty makes her temporarily tongue-tied]

H--hello? Daenerys Targaryen, I assume?

[lemontree]

Yes? [ She isn't sure how this stranger would know her, but in Hadriel, there are a lot of questions and only a few answers.

(Dany has an unknown name on her palm, but no reason to assume that this is Mariane Cousland. Not aside from a faint pull toward the other, anyway.) ]

I'm sorry, have we met before? [ The young queen questions. ]

[theladyofhighever]

Good. [she feels a sense of overwhelming relief that she's found the woman she was looking for.

then comes back to herself] Forgive me, I should introduce myself. My name is Lady Mariane Cousland. [for her, the pull is strong. she desperately misses Alistair and her Blight companions, but that pain is eased in this woman's presence]

No. No, we have not for I am still new here. But. I think we may be . . . connected somehow?

[lemontree]

Ah. [ The name on her hand. She smiles, then, with the recently-familiar relief that she'd found the person she'd been drawn to. ] It is a pleasure, then, Mariane. And our connection is one made by the gods of Hadriel.

[ For this event, though, she doesn't find that she's particularly annoyed by it. ]

How "new" are you, then?

[theladyofhighever]

[Mariane smiles back shyly, with a tinge of the blush on her cheeks. she is grateful she found the one she was drawn to at last] The pleasure is mine. And . . . the gods can sometimes be kind? [as she knows from when she swore her oath of protection to Hope]

I have been here . . . four turns of the moon. [somewhat sadly] I still barely know anyone.

[lemontree]

No. [ Dany says firmly, though not with the usual bitterness. ] They know nothing of kindness. They may inspire hope, or love, or delight, but it is only to bring themselves power.

[ She feels this, truly, even as Love's influence plays out. ]

Well, there are more than enough people to meet. You'll see that before much longer. [ Hadriel is full of those drawn in through the door, of varieties far beyond anything she could have imagined in their own world. ] We must act as each other's strength when we are thrown together into the chaos of this city.

[theladyofhighever]

...perhaps you are right. [though she's sworn an oath of protection towards Hope and intends to see it through]

I suppose so. Though, I--[she trails off, not saying what she wants to say which is "but I wanted to meet you]. And we must, it's true. [a pause] May we . . . speak of ourselves to one another?

2/18

[soldier_blade]

[Unlike last time, and to her relief, Sonya recognized the name on her wrist. At the very least, she did once she read it outloud, but why it was there, she didn't understand. With Kettera, it made sense in a twisted way, the Gods here were always finding ways to force interactions, the stranger the better.

Daenerys though, she knew the woman already. Not well of course, but in passing and on good terms. Why this place would pair the two of them was her guess.

That didn't stop her from searching her out, trying to recollect where her home might be, her usual haunts.]

[lemontree]

[ After Jon comes a familiar name, but a different one nonetheless. It's...a surprise, but one that doesn't necessarily make her feel uncomfortable. Not with the gods' influence at play, anyway.

It's on the street that she spots Sonya, and Dany perks up with recognition and nods in acknowledgment, coming to a stop in front of her. ]

Sonya? [ With a small, knowing smile, she shows off the writing on her hand. ] It's good to see you again, though under admittedly strange circumstances.

[soldier_blade]

I'm just glad it's someone I recognize. [Seeing the name on her wrist, Sonya pulled up her sleeve to show her own tattoo.] The other person was a total stranger. She was nice of course, even if her first time meeting me, she gave me a monster's head as a gift, I can't fault her for the effort of trying.

[And really, the idea in of itself was new to her, so that was something.] Um..would you like to come over for a bit? I can scrounge up something for a small meal.

[The sudden case of nerves caught her by surprise, but then she was never good at casual invitations unless there was a need. All she knew was she wanted..needed..to get better acquainted with the young woman.] I don't think we ever had a proper chance to talk.

[lemontree]

A - monster's head? [ ...Oh. Dany looks appropriately disturbed at the concept, eyeing Sonya warily. ]

...I would like that, thank you. [ Can there please be no decapitated heads involved, though. ] And I would be happy to speak more.

[ They'd chatted once or twice, but nothing longer than a few minutes. Dany finds herself happily compelled to be in Sonya's company at the moment, and so she waits until the other woman takes the lead and walks off. ]

Do you cook often?

[soldier_blade]

She looked so pleased and hopeful I couldn't refuse. [It wasn't even her thing, really, but for reasons she could only chalk up to the gods, she found herself flattered by it.] I have it preserved in alcohol from the speakesy, keeps it from stinking up the place.

[Throwing it out now just seemed rude after all. Here, when I can. Sets me up for the rest of the week.

[Mostly because it was a reminder that she had to eat. Loosing the babyweight was easy enough when she no longer had a child to feed, but reminding herself that muscle tone needed to be fed meant forcing herself to eat something.] Not as much with the orchid and garden out of commission.

[lemontree]

It's lucky that we're able to grow food for ourselves at all, considering how frequently where we are seems to change.

[ The icy tundra is no place for gardens or orchards, after all. ]

So, what will you do with that 'gift?' [ She jokes lightly, chuckling at the (admittedly gruesome) concept of Sonya keeping a head in her home. ] Or are you really trying to keep it stored somewhere you'll forget about it?

2/20!

[sciencelizard]

[Alphys hasn't seen Dany in some time; with the turn of the city this just kind of happened occasionally, people getting busy with other issues and tasks. But that doesn't mean she's forgotten the other woman, and especially so when her name appears on her wrist and the memories are easier to recall. She'd like to make contact, but... she has no idea where she lives, and calling someone, even someone she likes, sounds like the final layer of hell. In the end, she ends up finding her name in the phone directory and sending a text.]

hey uhm
daenerys right????
hi there =^o^=
i hope this is the right number lol

1/2

[lemontree]

[ Unfortunately, Dany is still a novice with texting, so she first receives a reply of: ]

h

[lemontree]

[ And then, after about a minute: ]

This is Daenery s.
To whom an I pseaking?

[sciencelizard]

[Oh she is doing her best. Even if she wasn't being influenced by the gods, Alphys would find it charming. She texts back quickly, from someone with years of practice.]

hi!!!
its alphys
its been a while since we talked lol sorry
i think it was the feast???
anyway uhm
have you seen your arm today


that sounds so crazy omg im sorry

ten years later

[lemontree]

h

Oh. Yes I remember.
It is good to speak with you again.
I have seen it. I should have known that you would contact me.
This has happened a few times in the past few days. It is the gods doing,

It does not sound crazy.
Would you like to meet

girl u are so fine

[sciencelizard]

im glad to talk to you too!!! =^w^=
omg tho im so glad you know whats up LOL
then again youve been around a while so u know sometimes the gods are just like
DO THIS!!!! and then u gotta do it
but it seems kinda chill this time!!

oh right you said meet ohmygosh
ya!!! if ur not busy
maybe we can explore this a little :3c

[She sounds so much more confident over text. This is what happens when you spend your whole life online.]

[lemontree]

[ Some of what Alphys writes is...a little hard to decipher..... ]

it i sno problem. Whenever yo have the time.

I hop eth at the gods are not toying with us for once but I suppose that is too much to hope for.

[northerndragon]

[She makes him want to joke, just to see her smile, but this isn't one of his attempts.

He blinks in the low lights... not the real light of the sun, but the lights in the ceiling that mimic it. His arm is tucked around her, and he lifts his head a little to look over her shoulder at what she's showing him. Her soft hair tickles his nose, and a lock of his own dark hair falls over his forehead.

JON SNOW (AEGON TARGARYEN)

Helpful.

It's as if someone came into his room in the night and wrote it on her hand. Both of them would have noticed if anything like that had happened, so it can't be that. Being where they are, it must be the gods... and he can only hope that this time is better than the last.]

If it had been me, [he murmurs, sleepy,] I'd have written your name on my heart.

[He reaches out to take her hand, to look at it a little more closely; that's when he notices that there's also writing on his palm.

DAENERYS TARGARYEN]

[lemontree]

[ Were he most any other man, she would roll her eyes at that line. As it is, she tries not to look too pleased as he stirs, as they discover the names shared between their hands. ]

What do you think they mean by it? [ Dany muses quietly, stroking his palm with her thumb. ] It's never really anything good.

[ They may have moments like these together - soft, quiet, and warm - but the gods usually have a way of putting an end to all that before long. ]

Are we so obvious that even they would make note of it? [ She jokes, lip twitching upward in another smile. ]

[northerndragon]

[One thing he's found in these last days is that her smile melts him. She makes him want to say ridiculous things like the thing about her name on his heart: things that he might rethink if he were more awake, things that are unguarded, things that are both a jest and meant seriously.]

I don't know what they mean.

I do know that the rest of them -- [(he angles his head towards the door of the room to indicate everyone else who lives in the house)] -- are... well... they know. And if these gods feed off of how we feel....

[He shrugs, then brings his hand and hers to his mouth, where he kisses her thumb.

A lot of feelings probably shoot out of any room they're in together like a beacon.]

[lemontree]

Then they'll receive a lot of strength from us. [ She murmurs, watching as he raises her hand to press a kiss to it. Yes, they're - well, obvious, but it doesn't bother her. There's no real need for secrecy here, as the politics of their world are far, far away. For now, they have all the time they could want, and without all the eyes of the Seven Kingdoms and beyond on them.

She leans up to kiss him, lips parting in a lazy smile, lifting her other hand to tangle gently in the hair at the back of his head. ]

I'm not certain that I feel any differently because of what they may have done. [ Dany notes, unable to determine if the gods had generated any particular, usually unnatural emotions within them. ] It seems the same as yesterday.