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.
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Comments

[restinglichface]

[His skills are impressive as ever. Since leaning of his magic hands playing bartender, there's absolutely no way that the elf doesn't bully him into pouring for them every time they drink. Lup loves her a good show.

Drake's barely begun nudging the glass over before the woman's already throwing her shot back, downing it in an instant. Her skinny frame shudders under the hot burn, but Lup drops her glass back down with a clang against the table, ready for her next. She doesn't mean to answer him truthfully, plans on just playing the part of the teasing friend she always does, but something suddenly tightens in her chest and the words just flow so freely.]

Barry's gone. Up an' disappeared again.

[braveoff]

[ Drake nearly chokes on his own shot but manages to swallow it with just a small cough, setting the glass down and looking surprised. It's probably just the event that has Lup confessing so easily to what's wrong, but.... shit. Shit. ]

Lup, I-- don't panic yet, arrivals are in a few days and people from your world bounce back and forth all the time. It's probably just another blip.

[ He refills both their glasses as he speaks. ]

If you need company until then you know you're welcome over anytime, right?

[restinglichface]

[Her long ears dip down, low enough to brush her own shoulders at the sudden admission, but there's little point in being frustrated by it. Drake would have known sooner or later. And she knows he's right, knows everyone is right, it's just a few days till Barry's back. Just a few more days.]

Yeah, I know. It's... [Her hands clasp the next shot, holding it between her palms while she tries to find the words dangling at the tip of her tongue.] It's friggin' stupid, but I know it's just temporary. An inconvenience. Someone's just tryin' to make me sweat a little.

[But she's still a little sad over the whole thing. And drinking that sadness away seems like the best way to handle it.]

Thanks, though, Drake. I'll probs take you up on that. Might help to get a change of scenery for a few days.

[braveoff]

[ It being temporary doesn't actually make it easier, Drake's pretty sure. He's glad it is, one way or another, that Lup doesn't have to face the rest of her life without her husband, but just because it's not the end of them doesn't mean it can't still feel horrible. Drake reaches across the table to put his hand over one of Lup's, squeezing gently. His smile is small and soft but encouraging. ]

You should, you'd be the center of attention. When do you ever pass that up?

[restinglichface]

[For once? Lup just wants to be left alone, even if that won't help her in the slightest. The thought of being the center of attention makes her stomach flip.]

Ha, you know me. 'Chagirl lives for the attention. I'll pack a bag an' come hang for a few days.