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
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► If your secret gets a bit bloody, please let us know here.

Comments

[unphase]

[better to die quickly and be sure of it]

I--There was a Daxamite. With heat vision. [she swallows hard] My boyfriend and I, we thought we'd beat him. [she shakes her head] Turns out we hadn't.

Jo will be fine, he had invulnerability on, but I--I didn't phase. I didn't know I had to phase.

[coyoteking]

So he just... shot some kinda laser at you?

[That's about all he understood, but he's trying to piece the situation together.]

Is that, you know, survivable? You think maybe your boyfriend could've pushed you out of the way or something?

[unphase]

Kind of, yeah.

[she bites her lower lip briefly before answering]

No. It's not survivable. A Daxamite's heat vision can go up to five hundred degrees Celsius. [she shakes her head no] We were both caught off-guard. He lived, I'm pretty sure of that, but there's no way I could have.

[coyoteking]

[Charles goes silent for a moment. It's weird, talking to someone about their death in the past tense. She's alive here, but if the gods let them leave? What then?]

Are you... still planning to go back to your world?

[He's heard others talking about switching, maybe it would change things.]

[unphase]

[she doesn't know. she tries to not think about it. she doesn't want to be stuck here forever, but she doesn't see much choice]

No. I can't. I'd go back to being dead. [her voice breaks with her next words] I'm fifteen, I don't wanna die.

[maybe. she hopes so]

[coyoteking]

[Charles agrees. Fifteen is way too young to die, she doesn't deserve that. No kid does, although she, in her culture, isn't a kid.]

That's gotta be tough, having to leave behind everything. It's awful. I'm sorry you have to go through that.

[unphase]

[no, she's not a kid, though she feels painfully young right now]

Th--thank you. I. I don't know what I'm going to do. I guess a lot of it depends on my boyfriend. Where he wants to go.

[coyoteking]

Your boyfriend? He's here? Or... is this a different one?

[Hey, she's probably dead back home. It's probably better to move on, honestly.]

[unphase]

I met him here. [a small laugh] Ironically during the same thing that made us friends in the first place. But with him, it was . . . different. It was this--this immediate attraction. And it lasted after the aliens' influence passed.

[a part of her will always love and miss Jo, but she knows she's likely long gone from home]

[coyoteking]

Well good, I'm glad you found someone who makes you happy.

[He pauses only long enough to make it seem like he's thinking.]

Who is he, by the way?

[He's definitely not asking in that protective friend way. Definitely.]

(cw: underage)

[unphase]

[she looks nervous]

Okay. You have to promise you won't tell anyone? He's older than I am by . . . kind of a lot.