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hadriel_logs2019-02-14 10:05 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2019-02-14 10:05 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- caedra nisariel,
- charles yvry,
- daenerys targaryen,
- elizabeth,
- george lass,
- geralt of rivia,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- ivar ragnarsson,
- jo harvelle,
- jon snow,
- kettara bloodthirst,
- knock out,
- lady maria,
- laura palmer,
- lucretia,
- mariane cousland,
- michael munroe,
- oscar,
- rydia,
- sansa stark,
- sonya blade,
- staci pratt,
- terrence ephemera/sharkface,
- tinya wazzo,
- will graham
Event Log: Soulmates
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
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.
rey. | ota
Brands are never a good sign. If it's anything that Rey has learned over the years, it's that. While nothing like a barcode or serial number, the very visible name on her left forearm does little to distract her from that distinction.
"Better than an 'I heart Mom', at least," Rey mutters to herself as she ventures out of her home that day to seek out the owner of the name now etched into her skin. It doesn't take her too long, though -- she has been around long enough to navigate the city and recognize the usual haunts of those who show themselves often.
Upon finding the other half of her brand, Rey just casts them a deadpan look, holding up her arm to reveal the name.
"Don't suppose you'd know anything about this, would you?"
God. Please don't tell her she drank too much the night before that she doesn't even remember drinking at all -- or that this is going to be permanent. Knowing the gods, it's probably one of their gimmicks, and depending on how this encounter goes, she can hazard a few guesses as to which one is responsible.
[ooc: Please include the date in the subject line. As stated in my OOC comment for the event, Rey will be leaving the city a few days after the event to go bunker-diving so keep that in mind when figuring out timelines!]
14th (cw: internalized homophobia)
"...oh, shit."
Not that it was bad finding Rey's name on her wrist. exactly. in fact, it was a little too good. Rey was easily one of her best friends here, the first person she trusted enough to share the truth about Laura Palmer (even if it was thanks to another god thing. Rey had found out her most closely guarded secret and didn't push her away, didn't consider her dirty or tainted, that meant more than Laura could possibly say}.
and, yeah, Rey was attractive. wait, strike that, she was hot. and Laura had noticed. and promptly squished down that information into a little ball she kept closely guarded and out of view. she knew better than to fall for a best friend, she'd already experienced that particular brand of pain with Donna Hayward and she wasn't about to say anything to Rey any more than she'd said anything to Donna.
after all, wasn't that one of BOB's favorite taunts for her? LESBIAN.
she wasn't a lesbian. couldn't be a lesbian. it would've broken her mother's heart.
so she'd had sex with other women. so she liked it. it didn't have to mean anything? did it? she'd had plenty of sex with men, too, and liked that well enough. so she couldn't be a lesbian.
but you never felt for Bobby or James what you felt for Donna whispered a little voice in her mind. or what you could feel for Rey.
she raked her hand through her hair and closed her eyes, momentarily pausing on her way to the Bakery. fuck, she was gonna be useless today. she hoped Delmar didn't mind. or maybe sent her home early, where she could hide and maybe call in sick for her shift at the Speakeasy.
but she forced herself to continue on the path to the Bakery where, as she expected, she was useless. she couldn't fucking concentrate on anything but the name on her wrist.
so when she walked out of the back room of the Bakery with a tray of cupcakes in hand, nearly dropping them when she saw who exactly was waiting for her in the shop itself.
she gaped like a fish for a moment, then forced a smile and a shake of the head no as she set the tray of cupcakes on the counter]
No. No. No idea, It's gotta be god stuff, right?
[and she tried to ignore the swell of affection at actually seeing Rey in person]
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[After a while, it becomes all too predictable what the gods intend to do. While Rey appreciates at least having full control of her facilities, she isn't particularly fond of the warm fuzzies she's getting when Laura looks at her.
[So it's more than just a name on her skin. Fan-fucking-tastic.
[Rey sighs and lowers her arms to her sides, doing her own best to play it off as business as usual. Which means, rather than addressing the problem at hand, her attention falls to the sweets Laura is carrying.]
...Are those cupcakes? [A stupid question, because of course they are! Whether it's purposeful deflection or genuine interest, however, Rey isn't going to let that show.
[She also realizes she hadn't eaten since she woke up, since the mark on her arm had been too damned distracting to do much else. Hunger might be getting to her a little all too suddenly.]
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Definitely. One hundred percent god shit.
[wrong. liar. Laura Palmer, haven't you had enough of lying by now?
and warm fuzzies is a good way of putting it. she not only wants to kiss Rey, she wants to . . . be good to her? granted, that's not much of a change from before, but it sure as heck has been intensified.
her hands are resting on the counter, right next to the tin of cupcakes. they're all beautifully frosted in pink with an edible brighter pink glitter on top. oh my god, they are sweetheart cupcakes.
woooooow, Laura. subtle much?]
Yeah! Yeah, they are. Feel free to have a couple, that's what they're there for. [she's trying to act as normally as possible, but the end results of that are debatable.
and eat, Rey, eat. have as many as you like!]
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[Well, Rey isn't sure she would say 100%, but there's some obvious hand behind it and she can hazard a very good guess as to who's responsible. Knowing that makes a good chunk of Rey wanting to beat it out of there faster than she could run out of there, whole the other part wants to... stay. Just for a bit.
[It's that fact that worries her the most. And yet she's still here. For now. The shape of the cupcakes themselves might not be so subtle but to Rey, they're normal enough. Right?
[Still, she looks uncertain about Laura's offer.]
You sure? Looks like you were saving them for something...
[Or someone, but never mind that.]
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she keeps her smile on and a little part of her is cheering that Rey is still here.
Laura does a little Vanna White flourish at the cupcakes]
They're for everybody! Anybody who wants one. I had some extra time and figured might as well, right? So, have as many as you want!
[that particular someone she is talking to right now]
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Ah, well. If you say so. [Rey grimaces as she approaches a little closer to pick up a cupcake, trying to ignore the swirling feelings that plague her and focus more on the tasty sweet treat.] Got some time to kill before booking it again.
[She had planned to stay for a few more days, but if Love is pulling one of their stunts again, then Rey sure as hell doesn't want to stick around to see what happens next.
[That's how things have usually been these days. Being someone who is so adept to survival in harsh conditions, it's easier for Rey than most to just get up and leave whenever she wants. It's a mixed blessing, but Rey considers it luck.]
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Yeah, it's fine. Promise. [and she's trying her best to act like everything's normal, like she hasn't noticed the intensity of Rey's eyes and the occasional flash of her smile like lightning. but the thing is, she has noticed. and she likes it. a lot] Really? Where're you going?
[Laura would guess on a plethora of ooey-gooey feelings that would eventually prove impossible to resist, destroying her friendship with Rey in the process. she's determined to not let that happen. she can resist her feelings, her urges. she can. just because she never did before, it doesn't mean that she can't now.
while Laura stays in Hadriel and rides out the wave of emotions. and spends plenty of time cursing herself as a fool in the meantime]
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[Somehow, she manages to maintain a neutral composure the entire time. It isn't the first time she's had to block off emotions, but Love's are the most challenging sometimes. The other emotions don't leave her with so much damn guilt in the end.]
Just... out. Of here. Love is obviously fucking with us and their shit is the worst. [For Rey, anyway. She shifts nervously.] Besides. Can't hurt to scout some more while we're still on this planet.
[It's a productive excuse, if nothing else.]
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she's having a harder time keeping her composure steady due to her feelings for Rey. and this god thing bringing repressed feelings to the surface. she's trying to act calm and casual, but it's up for debate how well she's doing it]
Oh. Yeah. Yeah. It's--pretty awkward, right? I mean, who asked for any of this? [she tries to smile normally] No, it can't. I'd--offer to go with you, but I don't know how much good I'd be.
[she's never been camping in her entire life]
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Can't say who'd ask for it, but plenty would argue that it's better than the other type of bullshit that happens here. [She shrugs, waving a dismissive hand.] No worries. It'll at least be easier to leave knowing that people aren't at each other's throats or something, anyway. This sucks but it's not killing anyone, at least.
[Because boy does she hate it when that happens.]
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Yeah, that's true. I mean, we've had worse. This is just a little awkward. [actually, a lot awkward] Those are the worst. It's like we're part of some kind of gladiator games when that happens.
[she'd like to think she'd be able to resist that kind of compulsion]
(cw: light suicide mention)
Yes, well. Would rather put another bullet in my brain than be used for shit like that again.
[Rey hasn't had to, but she's come pretty damn close in the past. Not everyone has the restraint and fortitude she does.]
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I've heard that before I came here, the . . . stuff the gods did was a lot worse.
[there are times when she's been able to resist. other times (like this one) . . . not so much]
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[In Rey's most subjective opinion.]
What they do... It can't be "love".
[The fuck is she feeling now, then.]
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[and Laura doesn't believe that she's worthy of love or of any of the more positive emotions]
No, it's just smoke and mirrors. Hands unconsciously leading the Ouija board. Real love has nothing to do with that sparkly pink cloud.