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

[toiletseat_girl]

[anything is better than sitting around and waiting. George keeps herself busy to keep her brain from going to dark places she'd rather not go.

she kind of stumbled into working at the Clinic, but now she'd never give it up. healing has given her a sense of purpose that Reaping sure never did. when she leaves this place, she plans on going back to college and becoming a doctor.

George follows along willingly. she's missed hanging out with Kate, but she's bad at people, so it never really occurred to her to pick up the phone and text "hey, wanna hang out?" she should be better at that sort of thing by now.

she sure is. "Georgia" always sounded to her like the name of some Southern girly-girl, things George very much isn't]

From Harlan. He's really good at it. He taught me a spell to warm things when we didn't have power and he taught me a healing spell that's come in handy at the clinic a few times.

[she sounds a little bashful. "cool" is a word that's never really been applied to her, so she gets shy when she feels like maybe it is]

[dedikated]

( In all of that, Kate can agree. She would have never put herself in the position of working in a clinic back home, but when the dust settled and the world was once more a blank slate, the prospect was constructive. Beautiful. Different. So different.

That's what she misses, more than anything. The feeling of using her power for good, to help others. It so rarely returns, and often only when she's working on the mystery of The Door.

As they wander their way through the city, down winding streets and towards — where else, really? — the Speakeasy, Kate listens. She's seen the posts about learning magic, so often ignoring them because she has enough power, enough to do. But they must be useful to those who don't, and god knows that Hadriel needs its people to be as prepared as possible. )

Good. Place always needs healing power.

( Any kind of power, really. Anything to make this place seem a bit more liveable, or anything that might stop them dying to the Null quite so quickly. )

... Among other things.

( Delight's supply of booze, for one. God, she misses not having to worry about actual quantities in the bar when she goes drinking. )

[toiletseat_girl]

[there are no blank slates in George's world, just continuing stories. most of them banal and uninspiring.

but she's not only glad for the Clinic giving her a purpose, she's glad because in some small way, it makes her feel like she's giving a middle finger to Death. and that feels good.

most of her magic is defensive. she's mostly okay with the fact that she'll never be on the front lines of the fight, she'll be the one putting those who are back together again. and why not the Speakeasy? she spends enough of her off-duty hours there as it is]

That's what I thought.

[she's hopeful for the latter. anything to give them an edge]

Common sense? Logic? Rationality?

[...okay, that would be nice to have too]

[dedikated]

( Don't they all? Hadriel has never exactly been overflowing with options, whether because everyone's too busy dealing with whatever new crap the gods dream up to feed or because the Door simply doesn't select the kind of people who want to settle down and start new places (a good thing, really, that they have so many people who refuse to accept the city as their fate) or because those who might leave before they can, who knows. All that matters is they don't have places to go, things to see. God, she misses movies, audiobooks. Even the news.

Not that the news in Hadriel would be a particularly enjoyable affair. That would just make it feel a bit more like her earth.

Kate snorts at the suggestions as she finds a seat in the corner of the Speakeasy. Would that it were that easy, that they could just ask for common sense and find it again. It's probably negated by the whole "dragged through an interdimensional portal" thing, honestly. )

Gave up on those when we found out a giant cloud were teleporting us between planets.

[toiletseat_girl]

[no, they're left to make their own amusements and often times those amusements are at the expense of another. but at least this stupid god trick seems relatively benign. she wasn't here for the worst of it and that fact makes her feel vaguely guilty at times, as though somehow she won the galactic lottery by coming in when she did, but there's nothing to be done for it.

and no, no one wants to read Hadriel news. it would all be a play by play of who's screwing whom or who killed what person. no one needs that.

she's managed to hang onto her common sense for the most part. mostly, the only emotion the gods get from her is vague exasperation. she's not sure who that would feed. she hopes it's not Rage]

Yeah, probably. This place is fucking weird. I guess it's no wonder that people have weird reactions to it.

[dedikated]

( At least the relationship drama could be kind of funny as long as you weren't involved in it. Though she would rather never have to produce safe sex pamphlets for the people of the city again. That was... certainly a time.

It's probably Rage. Somehow, they can always manage to feed Rage with their reactions to anything. Better her than Fear, maybe. )

Be committed if you tried to explain it.

( Really. Where would they even start? In a way, she's almost glad that she didn't remember the year she spent here when she returned home. How could she ever explain things like the fog, or the dragons? )

[toiletseat_girl]

[says someone secure in her relationship. George's feelings for Sharon are mostly driven deep into a little hole that no one can look into, but sometimes they escape and she's at a loss for words in the presence of the other girl.

it's love. she thinks it's love? she's never been in love before, so it's hard to tell. does love feel like a warm ache every time you look at the other person, that you'd do literally anything to ensure their happiness?]

Most likely. Right down to the electroshock therapy. Fuckers. But this is real, we've been through this.

[she's not going home. she hates being a Reaper and she's no good to her family. she's going with Peter, the brother she never knew she needed. but she does and damnit, she's going to be there for him]

[dedikated]

( More or less, if you asked Kate. It's that ever-present niggle, that little desire to steal glances any time you're around the other. A calm and a happiness she doesn't remember ever feeling before. )

D'you want to remember it? When we go?

( Kate's... not entirely sure she does. She's one of the luckier ones here, her life back home has settled into something largely positive, and she'll return to a place and time where — one can only hope — things settle down and her life can find some true measure of peace. Remembering these three years, and all the people she's met and all the things which have happened to her.

... Does she really want that? Knowing, as she does, that many of the people she's most come to care for in this city are bound to their own worlds, or to others? She's going home alone, that's one thing she's accepted for a long time. )

[toiletseat_girl]

[yeah. yeah, that pretty well sums up what she feels when she's around Sharon. along with the gloomy suspicion that the other girl would never return George's feelings because let's face it. George is no great catch]

...yeah. Yeah, I do. All of it. Do you?

[peace is a foreign concept to George. she never gave herself any peace when she was alive and she drove her parents and her little sister to do the same. now that she's dead, they know no peace. they're slowly but surely imploding and George doesn't want to watch the fallout.

yes, she really wants that. she wants a fresh start, a blank slate. a little brother to love, immortality that won't raise an eyebrow given some of the people Peter has said are in his world, and a career as a doctor--as a healer to pursue]

[dedikated]

( Well, Sharon's last Hadriel love was a fucking disaster human and that worked...

Her lips purse briefly, and it's only this weird tug of friendship, of comfort, that has her shrug her shoulders on the exhale. )

Dunno. Lot of good things happened. ( Her current relationship is the obvious one, but these friendships, the things they've managed and overcome, the things they've learned. ) ...It would be easier to go home without having those memories. Wouldn't wonder what's going on.

( She's been here in Hadriel with her mind half at home all the time, would the reverse be true once they leave? )

[toiletseat_girl]

[never say that to George out loud. it may give her hope as George considers herself a disaster human that anyone could do better than.

she waits patiently for Kate's response. she knows that this is heavy shit]

But--here's the thing?--I kinda like who I became here. I didn't like myself at all before. That's--well, it's something.

[she hasn't let herself think of home. she knows her father was on the verge of an affair, that her parents were on the verge of divorce, that her little sister was getting weirder and weirder in the wake of George's death. none of that she can do anything about. here, or at home]

[dedikated]

( George hasn't murdered Sharon, as far as we're aware, so...

Kate nods. That's fair and, honestly, she quite likes who George is now, too. )

It's different for you. ( A lot different. ) I got past that. ( Well, most of that. ) Had a job I liked, felt like I were making up for shit. Being here... brings up who I used to be.

( She has to fight again, has to consider the extermination of whole races of beings. She;s had the past thrown back in her face more often than she can count. )

Lots of good things happened too, but— ( Inhale. Hm... ) I don't want to miss it.

[toiletseat_girl]

[no, she hasn't. she hasn't actually killed anyone in her time here. she thinks she deserves a ribbon or something for that.

she's eternally amazed when people like her. back home, she could count the number of people who liked her on one finger. the middle one]

And that's . . . gotta suck. [a pause] I know you haven't had the easiest life. Thank the stupid gods for sharing those particular details. But you're a good person. You know? At least I think you are.

[George isn't a fighter. she's accepted that. and she's had her bitchier moments thrown in her face, but she sucked it up and dealt with it because what else can she do?]

I get that. There's--holy shit--there's actually a lot to miss.

[dedikated]

( Honestly? Kinda. That's not an easy thing to avoid doing in Hadriel, all things considered.

And yes, thank the fucking gods, because who doesn't like having all their trauma dragged out into the open without their consent? It's so much fun! But, though Kate will never admit it, it has its good points, having an external force explain the things that made you the way you are (or were) to others.

Fuck only knows she wouldn't. And George's compliment catches her off guard enough that she's quiet for a second, ducking her head and tucking loose hair behind her ear as she clears her throat. That might be overstating it but— )

Trying to be, at least.

( It's not the easiest thing here, when there's so many reasons not to be a good person. So many things which bring up the times you weren't, but there are people here who truly are good. People who make her want to be better than the echoes of her past.

If she can manage it here, maybe she really can say she's good. Or capable of it. )

...Free booze.

( Deflecting from the bigger issues? Kate? Never. )

[toiletseat_girl]

[well, George is no fighter. not even while hopped up on stupid god tricks. so for her, killing would be physically difficult if nothing else.

everybody loves having their trauma shared for an audience! except not. though, in a weird way, it's helped George work through some of her issues. which she probably wouldn't have without a push.

George doesn't say shit she doesn't mean. at least not to people she considers friends]

That's all we can do.

[strangely, she's found it easier to be a good person here than back home. she doesn't have to Reap, she's not trapped stalking her family and watching them disintegrate, and most people she's met here haven't been assholes. it's a nice change]

Yeah. It's a plus.

[perish the thought!]