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.

Comments

[nonscriptum]

[ Nate used to forget that all the time. Enough weeks and months spent with synthetics and elves and Christ knows what else, though, and he's learned not to assume. You make an ass out of u and me, et cetera. ]

Nah. [ That's a friendly shoulder-check. ] Just think you'd be pretty good at salvage and would like the city, is all. And you deserve a place that hasn't gone to Hell.

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt is still in the awkward learning stage of all these other worlds and timelines.]

Salvage huh? I'd probably be okay with that. Does it involve a lot of shootouts, because I'd like to avoid that for... well forever.

[nonscriptum]

No shoot-outs.

[ Nate laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck. Pratt already knows his reputation, to an extent, and therefore has a notion of what Nathan Drake-adjacent salvage entails. He's happy to prove Pratt wrong. ]

I haven't had anyone open fire on a salvage boat in almost a decade, and when that happened my work wasn't technically legal yet. It is now.

[theweakhavepurpose]

That's a pretty good track record.

[One shoot out a decade might be doable.]

Honestly I'll go wherever I can sleep without thinking that I'm going to wake up dead.

[nonscriptum]

[ Having been in countless shoot-outs, Nate has to agree. After the first one they just become an annoyance. ]

Well, you know where you're welcome.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Thanks man. I'll consider it. I'm definitely not going back home.

You know when I first got here, I kinda thought I deserved it. Dying. Starving like that. But now that I've been away from the fucking cult for a while I can see how crazy that is. They get in your head. And I didn't even realize how bad.