Event Log: Speak Your Truth

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone in the city
What: The event log for the Speak Your Truth
Where: All over the city
When: April 3rd-April 9th
Warnings: None

There's a secret burning in your chest. It's hot behind your ribcage, and you need to let it out or else it might consume you- but who would you tell? Who could even begin to understand what you need to say? Your closest friend? Your significant other? Maybe even someone you don't get along with very well? It's hard to know who to trust and who will even understand, but in a strange way, neither of those things seem to matter- all you can think of is what will cause someone the most pain.

Maybe you're trying to get it out in the open so you can put it behind you. Maybe you just need to come clean because the guilt is eating you alive. Maybe you just really want to hurt someone- regardless of the reason, you're aching to tell someone else your darkest secrets.

Will they understand? There's only one way to find out, and it won't be pleasant for either party involved. Good luck, Hadriel!

► This log covers April 3rd-April 9th.
► 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 your secret gets a bit bloody, please let us know here.

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Jo Harvelle | OTA | will match format

[knifecollecting]

[Jo feels settled in on the jungle planet now. It's a decent enough planet. She could do without the humidity, but almost nowhere is going to be perfect.

She often spent her days scouring the stores while they were on the ice planet, but with the move to the jungle planet, she spends more time outside. She wants to get to know the planet as well as she can; if the Null attack she has no desire to be worried about the jungle around her as well.

Jo tries to spend a lot of time just listening to the wildlife and trying to see if there are warnings before a rain shower, and idly hoping that time in the humidity will help her adjust faster. It also, conveniently, helps her stop herself from spilling her guts to whoever is near.

Sooner or later she does tire of being outside in the heat and retreats to the Clinic, the Speakeasy, or to the home she's ended up sharing with three teenagers.

At the Speakeasy, she still camps out behind the bar, ready to pour drinks and listen to whoever approaches.

Jo peeks in at the Clinic, mostly to ensure that no emergency has occurred while she was communing with nature.

At home, if she isn't in her room, she's in the kitchen reorganizing things or cooking.]


((Secrets can include her state of being dead back home, the reason or way she died, regrets, and who knows what else. Feel free to reach out at floodplain or PM this journal if you want to plot!))

home

[toiletseat_girl]

[George has done her thing at the Clinic and done her thing at the Lab and has come straight home after that. she doesn't want to run the risk of running into somebody and blurting out all of the stupid shit she did at home. and it's all stupid shit. shit she could have prevented, but didn't. shit she caused to happen in the first place.

absolutely no shit that she wants to talk about. at all. to anyone. period.

so she emerges from her room because she figures that Jo must be cooking right about now]

Hey. So, uh. After all this shit is over? Me and Peter are going somewhere. I want you to come with us.

[strangely, that seems like a much easier topic of conversation than all of her stupid shit]

Re: home

[knifecollecting]

[Jo doesn't turn when George comes in, but she does when George finishes speaking.]

What?

[She understands all the words on their own, but she's still a little confused. She hasn't been planning.]

[toiletseat_girl]

Well, I don't wanna go back to my world and he's got his reasons for not going back to his. So we're going somewhere else and you should come, too. You and Pell. We could all use a fresh start.

[George has. she's known she doesn't want to go home for a long time]

[knifecollecting]

[Jo thinks over George's words for a moment, putting down whatever she was working on to turn and face the teen.]

It's tempting. I think there are a lot of questions.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she meets Jo's eyes without flinching]

It's more than tempting, it's a great fucking idea. I don't want you to go back to--to being dead. I just don't.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo winces. She had had time to accept it, and Hunters went into each day not knowing if they would see the sunset.

Yes, she regretted not being able to do the things she wanted, but it was her choice. Death happened. It always had.]

Heaven's not bad, George. [She knows it's not a strong defense.]

...I do want to do more.

[toiletseat_girl]

That's not exactly a ringing endorsement, y'know.

Of course you do. 'Cause you're hot and you're young and you should be, y'know. Out there! With me and Peter and Pell.

[knifecollecting]

I was happy while I was there. [She knows George won't accept that clarification, but it's the truth.]

It won't be that simple. We just show up on a random planet? And what?

speakeasy

[unphase]

[Tinya looks visibly distracted. she's wearing a sundress, but her hair is hanging in long, unkempt ropes of black down her back. she approaches the bar as confidently as she can (which is considerately less confident than her normal demeanor), smiles at Jo (see? she can still smile!) and says]

Gin and tonic, please.

Re: speakeasy

[knifecollecting]

I'll get as close as I can.

[Jo doesn't comment on how Tinya looks, instead turning to take a moment to make her request.

She sets the glass down in front of the teen with a concerned expression.]

How are you?

[unphase]

Thank you.

[she looks like she's being eaten up by a secret, one she's been keeping since the moment she came here. only two people know what it is and one of them is a secret in and of himself.

she tries to smile]

Me? Oh. I'm fine. How're you?

[knifecollecting]

I'm too old to believe that. [Jo knows, keeping a secret is hard. It's even harder at times - like when there's a force urging one to spill it without provocation.]

I'm trying to keep my mouth shut.

[unphase]

To--to believe what? [she's fine. everything's fine. see how fine she is?]

You and me both.

[knifecollecting]

That everything's okay. [Jo sets to work wiping down the bar, watching the teen out of the corner of her eye.]

I'll leave you alone if you want.

[unphase]

Of course it's okay. Why wouldn't it be okay? [she's trying for a convincing smile]

No, I don't mind some company.

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt is out and about even in the disgusting heat. Mainly because he's been checking the perimeter of the forest for any edible food or skinnable animals. At this point he's trying to not interact with anyone because he knows something is up, he just hasn't quite figured out how it works or what precisely is happening.]

Hey.

[he nods politely, about to walk away, but then he does think of something he wants to ask her.]

You work at the clinic right? Has anyone showed up after eating the fruit in the jungle? I don't want to be the first to find out if it's poisonous or not.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo looks up when he starts asking a question, mostly because she had just expected him to walk away. She wouldn't have blamed him.]

I haven't heard of anything, but I'd be careful.

[theweakhavepurpose]

There's all this fruit out there, but it's probably going to turn my intestines inside out. Or burst out of my chest.

And I don't need to see that shit ever again.

[knifecollecting]

What do you mean, again? [She waves a hand, dismissing the question.]

Just don't eat anything that isn't from the stores.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Seeing peoples entrails, I've gotten more than enough of that back home. I can sometimes still smell it.

[He shudders. He's washed his uniform a hundred times since he's been here so he's positive it's some sort of hallucination - but it still haunts him.]

That's what I've been doing, but it would be nice to have something fresh you know?

[knifecollecting]

[Jo gives him a curious look.]

Lots of disembowelments in your area? [Bad luck for cops. It's hard to explain those.]

Some people have gardens. You could ask them for something.

[theweakhavepurpose]

There are now. There didn't used to be, we have a .. cult problem.

[He shakes his head, not wanting to think about it.]

I have a garden too but there's only so much alien kale and turnips one man can eat. I just really want a pear or an apple or something.

lets spill secrets!!!

[knockthemdead]

[The thing is, up until now, Kravitz has done relatively well avoiding this whole mess. Hasn't revealed any secrets, hasn't had any guts spilled in front of him. He's gotten through conversations with close friends and total strangers alike completely unscathed.

It makes him cocky.

Krav strolls into the bar in one of his impeccable suits, and crosses his ankles primly at a bar stool. He's pleased to see a familiar face in Jo, and tilts his head by way of greeting.]

Well hello, bartend. I would like a glass of your most sickly sweet whatever.

[Wine, liqueur, he doesn't care.]

kraaaav

[knifecollecting]

[Jo raises an eyebrow, eyeing him thoughtfully.]

Sweet, huh?

[That's not what she would have expected of him, given their past interactions. She's not above admitting she can be surprised. It's not like she actually knows much about Kravitz.

Jo spends a moment considering the drink options before pouring a pastel liquid into a glass and turning to set it in front of him.]

Here ya go.