hadriel_logs | 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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[ Waking up with a weird and unexpected tattoo on his arm would have just been the status quo for Damien at one time in his life. But he'd like to think he's grown up a little the last few years. Questionable, maybe. Still, he wakes up feeling pretty refreshed otherwise, none of the usual indications that he had a hard night drinking and made a poor decision.

So why the fuck is someone's name tattooed across his wrist? It's weird, but what's weirder is it also feels...right? Like they're supposed to be together.

The logical thing to do, of course, is make breakfast - or what passes for a decent breakfast around here, what with the limited resources - and phone them up to invite them over to eat and talk, figure this all out. ]

Hey. Hope you're hungry.

[ it's surprising but not totally shocking to find Damien's name on her wrist. is there even a place to get tattoos in Hadriel? it doesn't come off when she rubs at it, doesn't hurt, and there aren't any clues to where it came from. she'll just have to accept this particular strangeness.

he calls while she's thinking of him and she wonders if has her name too. ]

Always. What are you making me?

[ she does not mention the tattoo, and searches for someway to cover it up while they chat, just in case he knows nothing about it. ]

[ It's surprising to some people, but he's actually a decent cook. So even lacking access to a well-stocked grocery store, he's pretty proud of what he's put together.

But he's even happier to see her. ]

Best food of your life, honey. [ He pushes a plate towards her, nodding a little. ] Pancakes.

[ He steps a little closer, though, just to kiss her cheek for a moment. He may also be trying to discreetly look for any sign of a similar tattoo, but she's done well covering it up so far. The tattoo on his wrist, though, is plain to see when he pushes the food towards her. Oops. ]

[ Cashmere reaches out and grabs him by the wrist, pulling it closer so she can get a better look. yup, that's her name. she grins up at him. ]

This is new. [ she runs a finger over it like she had with her own, as though it might smudge. it doesn't of course. Cashmere doesn't reveal her own tattoo, taking a moment to tease him. ] I would have picked a different spot, but there are worse places for a name tattoo.

[ Hey, as long as she's into it, because part of him is still like, what the fuck. But he's curious about her now, too. ]

If I had a choice, I would have picked a spot only you could see.

[ A little wink for good measure. ]

[ that makes her laugh. Cashmere releases his wrist, then pushes her sleeve up to reveal his own name inked onto her skin. ]

I'd say great minds think alike but I don't know how it got here.

[Mariane recognizes the name on her wrist immediately, the man who met her at the Speakeasy and offered to be her friend. such things didn't happen often to her, so he stands out.

now, he stands out like a shining beacon.

she dresses not in her armor but in a white gown with white fur lining the bodice and sleeves, seeking out the feel of him linked to her.

she's called before she can find him herself and she responds readily, heading towards his apartment with a single-minded, yet tender expression on her face]

I am. Thank you for your efforts.

[which seems paltry in the wake of her feelings, but there's time for that later]

Event Log: Soulmates

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