hadriel_logs | Event Log: Soulmates

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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

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
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► If you try to pull off a stupid stunt to impress your soulmate and fail so miserably you die, please let us know here.

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[Yeah, he's glad, too. This feels nice, like he's finally got a friend in this place. Maybe she's not family, but that doesn't matter, does it?]

Damn, that far, huh? I'm from 2010. One of the Earths, but I'm pretty sure not the one anyone else is from.

[So far no one else has reported a third world war.]

And sorry, but I don't have a lot at my place. We'll probably have to scrounge.

[Not that he minds. As long as they're doing it together, he doesn't really care what they get up to.]

[in her experience, friends are way better than family. friends don't disappoint you or make you feel bad about yourself no matter how hard you try to impress them]

Uh-huh! Farther than anyone else here, I think? And, really? What's your Earth like?

[she knows that there was a third world war in the middle of the 21st century over farmland and resources?]

That's okay! We can stop by the shops, see what they have to offer. I've become addicted to green tea flavored Pocky.

[she doesn't mind, either, beaming up at him. and she takes a chance and tries to slip an arm through his]

It's kind of a shitshow, apparently. According to everyone else, they don't have to deal with the country being half-destroyed and assholes in other cities trying to take their resources.

[Not that he's bitter, or anything.]

My Earth had a big war, and then an outbreak. Which ended the war, at least, but now there's a lot less of us.

[He doesn't seem upset about it, and it's not entirely the upbeat nature of the event's effects. It just is what it is.]

What about yours? And green tea flavored what?

Oh! Oh, that's got to be hard to deal with. I'm sorry.

[that's easily the worst home she's heard of and she feels terrible about it]

Earth where I'm from is peaceful and prosperous. Everyone wants to go to Earth, it's the capital of the United Planets.

[which she says gently. she's well aware of how lucky she is to be from where she's from. except for the four racists with the powers of Superman trying to destroy Earth, but somehow that fact isn't bothering her much right now]

I'm actually not from Earth. I'm from Bgztl, a planet in another dimension. It shares an orbit with earth, but we evolved separately and made contact about two hundred years ago.

And you've never seen Pocky at the stores? They're these little flavored chocolate covered biscuit sticks. Absolutely no nutritional value at all, but they're tasty. Wanna go to the stores and see if we can find some?

[He takes a minute to digest all that, walking arm-in-arm with her.]

Compared to yours, yeah, mine sounds like a shit hole. Peace and prosperity would be nice. But I mean, I don't know. I'm used to it. It's kind of all there is, or it was, until I came here.

[He shrugs. He'll gladly return to it when this is all over, even knowing there are better places. He's got people to look out for, he's got things to do. He lived 25 years of it, he can do more.]

Haven't seen this "pocky" stuff, but I'm usually only looking for cans. [He's guessing they don't come in a can.] Sure, let's look for some.

[she shyly reaches over to give his hand a squeeze, then lets it go]

It's your home. Of course you're attached to it. You can. . . tell me more about it? If you want to?

[while she's not even sure if she's alive or dead in her world. she's not sure if she wants to know]

Ohhh. That explains it. It comes in boxes the size of your hand and the boxes are usually brightly colored. That stood out among all of the peas in a can, more peas in a can, creamed peas in a can.

Hey, peas in a can is a good staple. Though you're right, does get old after a while.

[He'd much rather be eating pizza, even if he can stomach just about anything. He never even though he'd miss pizza. What a world.]

About my world, I'm not sure what to say. Nobody got out of the war unscathed, so it's taken a while to get back to where we are. We trade with each other, all the different places, but in my country, things are broken apart. Most of what survived is the bigger cities, and we're not all united anymore. America's just kind of a word for "people who live in that part of the continent". My city's called Chicago. I guess it exists in other worlds.

Very old. I miss fresh fruit and vegetables.

[she misses pizza, too. and spaghetti with marinara sauce. and ice cream]

It exists in mine. My world is . . . so different from yours. Different from everybody's, I think? Yours sounds like it must have been really rough.

[Yeah his world has been tough, but it's nothing he can't handle. Nothing he likes talking about, either. But then... he can trust Tinya, right?]

Yeah, it's pretty rough. Especially when I was a kid. But things are better now, sort of. What's your Chicago like?

[anything he says to her, she'll keep it in confidence. she's no gossip]

I'm really glad that things are better for you. And my Chicago? Technically, it's not my Chicago because I'm Bgztlian, but the Chicago of 2997 where I'm from? It kind of ate the land which used to be called Illinois. It's all Chicago now. Or a suburb.

No shit? Sounds like something that could happen.

[His Chicago kind of absorbed its suburbs. Mostly it was people banding together for safety, but you know.]

Hard to imagine the place bigger than it is, though. Who runs yours? Is there like, a federal government still? Back home, seven families call the shots. Mine and six others. Though I guess in our case, "family" is kind of a loose term.

A lot can happen in a thousand years.

[safety is an important thing to feel, especially when the outside world feels not so safe]

It's huge! And there's Earthgov, if that's what you mean? [and she gives him a curious look] What do you mean, a loose term?

So all of Earth has one government? Sounds peaceful, but you already said that.

[It's just hard to believe, is all.]

I mean none of us are technically related. We were all adopted by the same guy. Still consider each other family, of course, but some people don't see it that way.

[And those people are assholes.]

Speaking of which, what's your family situation like? All I got now is siblings. What about you?

Yeah, it is. [she frowns slightly] Mostly.

[even harder to put in practice when outside forces are preying on humanity's worst impulses.

she smiles at him] I'd say that's family. If you were all adopted by the same man, raised together like brothers and sisters, that makes you family.

[some people are indeed--that word]

My family? It's just me and mother. No aunts or uncles or cousins. No brothers or sisters. We were royalty three hundred years ago, but now we're. . . diplomats.

Mostly? Something bad going on?

[Now that they're friends, he feels a little protective. Even if there's nothing he can do about problems back in her world.]

And sorry to hear it's only you two left. My family's not really royalty either, we're just kind of... I mean we're just kind of in charge. The families that rule Chicago used to be crime syndicates. Now we're more like politicians.

Well. . . [she bites her lip for a moment] When I left, Earth was under attack by four racists with all the powers of Superman. They'd already destroyed one planet, I guess they felt that they had to attack Earth since it's the capital of the United Planets.

[and she's pretty sure that they killed her. because the last thing she remembers before waking up here was pain]

So am I. A brother or sister would give mother someone else to scrutinize. [and a crime syndicate should bother her, but it doesn't, especially when he says that they're more like politicians] Being in charge isn't always easy. People expect it to be easy because the very best make it look easy, but it isn't.

Racists? Who're they racist against? Just like, everyone?

[If you're blowing up a planet because of racism, it's gotta be pretty broad.]

Sorry about your mom being, you know, scrutinizing. I know the feeling. My old man could be pretty brutal. And it's not easy, you're right. Sometimes you just want to let your emotions get the better of you, but too many people would be affected.

Everyone who's not a Daxamite. They did dupe some Terrans into buying their line of nass, but they were gonna be killed the same as everybody else.

[it's extremely broad. and no one took them seriously except for the Legion, the team she belonged to back home]

Scrutinizing isn't strong enough. Nothing I did was good enough, ever. I'm sorry your father was hard on you, too. [and a rueful grin] Pesky restraint. Why doesn't it let us have any fun?

I don't even know what a Daxamite is, I'd be fucked.

[Whatever it is, it's not him.]

And that sounds rough. Dad was just an asshole, not quite the uptight kind. Speaking of uptight, yeah, you're right. It'd be nice to let loose every once and a while.

[He could be mistaken for serious if not for the slight grin.]

Hope that you never have to learn. They're--they're really powerful.

[and he's lucky for that]

What kind was he? [and at his words and slight grin, she grins back in response] Absolutely! The Speakeasy's great, but what I wouldn't give for a real nightclub.

He was...

[Looks like they've found another subject he doesn't like talking about much.]

He had a habit of testing people. Putting them in bad situations to see if they could get out of it. Very much a "survival of the fittest" kinda guy. If I'm honest? I don't miss him.

[He's happy to return to a different topic.]

Nightclub would be nice. I've never had the time to go, but I'm sure it'd be great.

[she listens carefully, afraid she's hit on a sore subject]

Grife. Even my mother didn't go that far. I don't think anyone would miss a situation like that.

[and yes, happy! happy and fun!]

You've never had the time to go? Ever? Okay, that's it. Next time the Speakeasy is having one of those Welcome New People nights, you're meeting me there. We'll have a drink or two, do some dancing, it'll be fun!

Grife, what's that? Is that a cuss word?

[He likes learning languages, but the cuss words are his favorite part.]

And, uh, I don't exactly know how to dance, but I'd be up for the drinks, for sure.

Yeah, it's "god" in Titanese, but it kind of caught on through all the United Planets.

[most Terran swear words have fallen out of fashion]

Don't worry, I can teach you if you want? And that sounds great!

I think I'd have an easier time learning Titanese than how to dance.

[He says it sarcastically, but it's true.]

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(cw: racism)

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