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

[dedikated]

Promising yourself you'll never do that again, even though it's too little, too late. The next vine is all but ripped out of the ground, with such force that Kate loses her balance and falls backwards as it flies forwards.

Tricks? Nothing good. "I keep moving. More I have to do, the less I think. Changed my job, moved countries." It helped, but it doesn't make it any less her fault that Marc's dead.

[theweakhavepurpose]

He hadn't really expected some bold new insight on how to run away from his problems, but he's a little disappointed nonetheless. He's been doing that since he arrived here, constantly busy hoarding food, organizing his stockpile, cleaning his weapons, training, anything that kept him from getting lost in his own mind.

"Yeah, sounds about right." He shakes his head, not wanting to admit it but he can see where this is leading, "That won't work forever. We keep bottling it up it'll explode one day. Probably at the worst possible time."

[dedikated]

Yeah, well disappointment is her middle name. Otherwise she'd never have given up on her original dreams, would have done better in school, stopped Marc from dropping out, stopped them both from joining the Agency, saved him.

Yeah. Disappointment sounds about right.

A snort escapes her at the idea of everything exploding. Yeah. Probably. She wonders how much of bottling it up was responsible for what happened with herself, Sharon and Bianca. How much of bottling everything up before Marc's death caused her to black out the memories of the time between seeing his throat slit and waking up in Carl's shower, doused in freezing water.

"Therapy, then?"

She tried talking to Lance about stuff, a while back, but the very idea is strange and foreign and it's so much easier to simply work until she forgets everything.

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Loads of it." Still, that feels weird, telling his problems to other people. Also he'd have to admit to a whole lot of fucked up and illegal stuff as the main source of his misery - and he doesn't see that happening anytime soon.

"That's gonna suck though. Then someone has to know all your shitty dark secrets and reason for being so messed up. I figure I get through one appointment and they'll never want to see me again."

[dedikated]

Well, good news, Pratt. There's no actual legal system in Hadriel and therapy is free. You just have to find someone who isn't also completely insane. No big ask, is it?

"Everyone learns your secrets here anyway," she points out, shrugging a shoulder with a glare directed firmly at the ground. She can't glare at the gods and, as has been well proven, punching them isn't going to happen either. So. The ground then. It hasn't actually done anything, but it's part of Hadriel, and thus is just as at fault for the memories of her days in The Agency, the death of her parents and brother, and every other shitty little thing that's happened as the gods themselves.

Maybe the Door can feel her glaring through the ground. That would be nice.

[theweakhavepurpose]

He deflates a little. She's right, people had been traipsing through his memories, he'd been confessing random secrets to strangers, and he'd had pretty obvious breakdowns in front of multiple people. Even though he'd been trying to hide his problems, they'd definitely been brought to the forefront despite his best efforts.

"Yeah. I guess that's like getting free therapy. Though sometimes it's in the form of getting punched in the face."