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hadriel_logs2019-04-03 09:49 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2019-04-03 09:49 am
Entry tags:
Event Log: Speak Your Truth
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
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.
Deputy Pratt || OTA
He can be found in the stores trying to find some better shirts or replenishing his supply of food that got decimated after the excursion and the bonfire.
Maybe he's out at the Range tending to his targets or tidying up.
Sometimes he can be spotted with his trusty shovel heading out to the Orchard. He spends less time digging holes to plant trees and more chopping and digging up up vines from the jungle that are trying to choke out the few saplings they have growing now.
But one thing is for certain, he's in a very weird mood and he's been thinking far too much about Jacob's message lately. Especially the fact that no one here has heard it.
Maybe he should fix that.
make me suffer ok ty
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bring the pain!
sob
I <3 you!
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range! this definitely can't go wrong
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orchard~
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Trafalgar Law - OPEN
Stop by the clinic to get some ointment for those bug bites and he'll talk. Catch him harvesting jungle plants to test for medical use and he'll abruptly mention fires and corpse piles. Find him oddly in the lab for once and he just might admit that he ever had someone he loved.]
((ooc: preemptive warnings for some pretty bad shit in his tales including violent deaths))
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[So he heads to the Speakeasy, grabs a drink and a seat at the bar and just waits pensively until someone else comes in to sit nearby. Then, perhaps unexpectedly for him, he actually initiates a conversation.]
Mind if I share something?
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4/6 - closed to caedra
Like an intrusive thought - stepping off the edge of a building, a cliff, leaping from trains and burning buildings, all dangerous things he's done - it sticks in the craw and forces him to entertain the possibility of somehow being forgiven for an act that was fully earned by the perpetrator. Caedra had earned that power drain by running rampant, summoning whatever hellspawn came out of thin air and wreaking havoc on a city wholly unprepared to handle the meting of justice for transgressions.
But it feels like a transgression now, that he did it quietly and out of sight, cloistered away in Hope's temple, asking someone else to fight a battle for him. He'd said as much to Nick when he shared the information later with a reassurance that the demon wouldn't be throwing a tantrum like that again. Told the detective that he'd rather tackle his own problems than foist the effort on someone else. Doing so would incur a debt he may one day be forced to pay. ]
meet me at sorrow's temple
[ Maybe this influence is the gods finally calling in their chit. ]
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Sal | mostly open
[Since Emily left Sal has been busy making sure the coffee cart made its rounds, as best as he can anyway. It was especially vital now when he needed something to do to distract himself. Sure, the city moving was a huge distraction in of itself, but the sweltering wet heat building up behind his mask made it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else unless he had some kind of activity. He did the best he could to accommodate himself; he tied his hair up high in a bun, he found shorter sleeves (and now his arms are cut and marred from random twigs and thorns attacking him as he moved through this new space), and sometimes he would find a quiet corner and take his mask off, sometimes fanning himself with it, but that was rare.
Of course serving hot coffee wasn't the best way to beat the heat but again, it's a distraction. More importantly though, while he didn't know Emily for longer than just a few interactions this seemed like an important thing to her, and since he was the only one who had volunteered to help should she no longer be around, he felt it only right that he do this.
Unfortunately pushing a cart in the middle of a fucking jungle is hard as hell. So sometimes you might stumble on Sal being stuck and deciding "fuck it", he's visible, he'll hand out coffee from here. Other times he might try (and succeed, even!!) at getting the cart unstuck. Other times he's simply mapping out the smoothest path he can. Either way he's hard at work and while his face is sweating like hell and there's such obvious moisture in his hair he's not stopping any time soon!]
closed to cr
[At some point when his shift is winding down he feels this powerful urge; it starts as a thought. He's the only one to know this particular thing about himself. It's a lonely feeling. If he doesn't share it he'll explode. It's so overwhelming he stops the cart in the middle of the dense forest and pulls out his phone, firing off at text.]
hey, are you free to talk? i have coffee.
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Coffee time!
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closed!
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coffee cart!
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Michael Munroe | Closed to CR/Plans
So naturally, when he feels the compulsion hit him, the need to talk about everything he normally would never talk about, he retreats to the safety of the trees and the birdsong and the weird deer things moving around in the undergrowth. At least he doesn't feel compelled to tell his secrets to them.
Unfortunately for him, someone else seems to have had the same idea. Or maybe you went looking for him specifically, or maybe you're just lost. Whatever the case, here you both are. Michael's sitting on a fallen tree in what could perhaps be called a clearing if the person speaking was being particularly generous. He looks up when he hears someone else emerging from the trees.]
Oh. Uh. Hi?
[So far so good???]
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Charles Yvry | Closed to CR/Plans
Of course, that doesn't stop him from preferring to be around other people, flipping their shit or no. He holes up at a corner booth in the Speakeasy, drinking nothing more than water and keeping an eye on anyone who walks in the door. If someone he knows sits down or comes over, they'll get a nod of acknowledgment, followed by a question.]
Something feel weird to you? I feel like one of those events is starting, but I don't know what the hell it is.
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Harlan Halliday | ota
[With a Null showdown probably on the horizon, it's time for Harlan to get his magic back up to snuff. He lost a good couple of months of practice due to dying and all, and now he's rustier than he's been in a long time. It's not a good feeling.
He's ventured a little ways outside of town so that he's got ample space for casting his gnarlier spells, but that only works when people don't sneak up on him. So, yeah, you almost get blasted by one of many bowling ball-sized hailstones crashing down from the sky, but whose fault is that?]
Oh, shit. Sorry. I didn't see you. You okay?
ii.
[Or you've decided to learn some magic of your own, and he's got you firing spells into a tree or conjuring little flames or sending him Messages from outside your line of vision. Whatever you want to practice (or learn), he's willing to help.
For a little bit, anyway. He's distracted, what with this stupid event going on. He's gotten good at controlling his own compulsions, but it's different when they're coming from an outside influence. It's harder to tell up from down.
So he waits for a good stopping point, and then he interrupts whatever lesson he has planned.]
This is fucking stupid, I know, but I need to tell you something.
[ooc: feel free to tag into this second prompt even if you've never learned magic from him before! his spell list is here. if you're new to magic, you can learn any of the cantrips, so feel free to pick one. if you're a character who's already made a focus (either with him or with kyna), you can pick any of the cantrips or any of the level one or level two spells. if you're not sure, he'll suggest the cantrip Acid Splash or the level one spell Chromatic Orb, since those are most useful against the null.]
ii.
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cw mentions of animal abuse
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Newton Geiszler | ota and closed
[Newt is... still largely avoiding the lab. It's fine, he's fine. Instead, he can be found camped out near the edge of town, watching a group of creepy spider-deer munching on the leaves of a nearby tree. He's got a pad of paper in his lap and he's too occupied with sketching the deer things to notice you approach. If you get close enough to see, the sketches are actually pretty good, like rough drafts of something you'd find in a biology textbook. Little notes pepper the white space between the drawings, written in German or maybe in some alien language considering how bad his handwriting is.
In any case, he seems pretty consumed in what he's doing, so... Spook the boy? y/n circle one.]
ii. closed to rosalind
[Newt doesn't even remember the nightmare. He rarely does anymore, though he has a good guess. It's always the same thing, more or less—Peter barreling over the lab stations to get to him, dragging him down with a force that shouldn't be possible, crushing his throat so violently that there's a snap and his body goes limp and there's centuries between that moment and when he finally—
He's awake suddenly, sitting up in bed, drenched in sweat and breathing hard and something woke him up, it might've been his own voice, he's not sure. The jungle is so loud, even at night. It would remind him of the Shatterdome if the noises were the whirring and clunking of machinery instead of singing insects.
He absently paws at his neck as he comes to his senses. Right, okay. He's not in the lab, no one's coming after him, he's not dying, he's okay. He's okay.
His hands scrub over his face and he falls back onto the pillow. It's pointless, he knows. There'll be no getting back to sleep after this regardless of how exhausted he is... But Rosalind's in the next room over, hopefully still asleep, and he doesn't want to risk waking her. Besides, it won't be the first night he's spent staring at the ceiling, heart pounding too heavily to get any semblance of rest.
The door creaks open and he shoots up again with a yelp.
But, no, it's just Rosalind. Dammit.]
...Hey, um, sorry if I, uh, if I woke you. I'm fine.
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Washington | OTA
He's avoided it so far, but it's early on. He can be found all over -- scouting just outside of the city, ducking into the shops to scavenge for supplies to rebuild his just in case stash, in his own backyard practicing offensive magic, at the range practicing his knife throwing, or just on a training run to see how long it takes him to get from one point to another in this terrain. And just because he's avoiding people doesn't mean he's not going to stop if a friend (or stranger) flags him down. ]
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at the range
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Drake | OTA
He can be found patrolling just about anywhere, and frequently at the speakeasy afterwards. He's at Guard HQ daily, training and working on the schedules -- the Null are coming sooner or later and they need to be prepared. Every now and then he swings by the orchard to check on the plants there, the ones that are left and the ones that are regrowing. Friends are also welcome by his apartment whenever they like despite the event that he can feel tugging at him whenever he talks to anyone... he's managed to fight it off so far but it's early yet. Sooner or later, he's going to blurt something out, he can feel it.
Hopefully it won't be anything too devastating. ]
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cw: self-loathing talk, suicidal talk
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Pell | OTA
Pell's time is mostly spent at the Clinic and his garden, which is flourishing in the climate but requires constant beating back of the native plants -- they're not edible so he has no qualms weeding them out. Friends can also find him at home, he'll welcome company even though he knows he has to watch what he says right now. His life is kind of a minefield. ]
(cw: blood)
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Scott Ryder | closed to plans
Most of the time you'll probably find him sulking about the outskirts of the city trying to get a good look at the wild life, though.]
team one brain cell unite
the singular brain cell that will destroy us all
as long as they wait until the null are attacking to do so
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DABS
👀
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Isaac "Zack" Foster | OTA
Find him scouring the shops where he’s scouring food as usual, running around the city as he chases after his dog, or trekking through the jungle and such. He’ll more than likely get into some kind of trouble with the last one, whether it’s reaching for some weird fruit that he’s never seen, or facing off against one of the more predatory animals.]
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Jo Harvelle | OTA | will match format
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
home
Re: home
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lets spill secrets!!!
kraaaav
Caedra | OTA; before the thread with Nate
Maybe it's a symptom of something larger. She's been here with these mortal creatures too long and it's beginning to weigh on her. It brings to mind old stories from another life lived decades ago when she too was human. When she walked the streets of a city bustling with people and yet felt alone among them all. And it gives her the hint of an idea.
They all want to be friends, right? To understand each other. To bond, to collaborate, but also to commiserate. Maybe finally she realizes the value in indulging in one of their ways - the sharing of personal history. Things not even she wants to remember, she can tell them - and maybe there are those among them who will find they have something in common. Perhaps someone will understand where her hatred might come from.
Caedra particularly will seek out those she's spoken to before - especially if all their previous interactions were negative. Maybe she can sway a few toward misplaced sympathy.]
I'm - I know this is strange, but do you have a moment? There's something I would like to say.
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tags this to add a note of hideous irony or something :')
ilu
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adventure zone: balance spoilers, the thread! (open to plans/cr)
She's always been taciturn and private by nature, more interested in hearing everyone else's stories than sharing her own. The past ten years had only exacerbated those traits. Even if she'd wanted to tell her story to anyone, she couldn't. Anyone who'd once known any part of the truth had forgotten it, was someone she couldn't confide in by design. There was no one left who would understand, no one she was close enough to go to for comfort or advice, even if it all wasn't too horrible to even want to confess to.
She'd gotten very, very good at hiding not only what she knew, but who she was, how she felt, what she was thinking at any given time.
And here - well, there's no reason to tell anything to anyone here, is there? The main players, apparently, all know more of the story than she does. And everyone else - why should they care? It doesn't matter here. It's not relevant.
But for ten years, she'd carried the world's biggest secret, all alone. She'd worked and fought and suffered and felt - angry, guilty, afraid, lost and hopeless and alone - and she'd never been able to share it with anyone.
It's not a happy story. But lately, it's all she can think about. Shouldn't people know? ]
hewwo
HEWWO
OWO!!!!
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finn | ota
Basically, what's a cool way to deal with trauma? Don't. Throw yourself into anything that even slightly resembles work or duty instead. Also, withdraw from non-necessities for the most part due to the irrational fear that you'll be bad to be around, arguably the worst-case scenario of all.
(Don't follow that advice. Finn is not... good. At coping mechanisms. He thought he made some great strides in Riverview, and he was mostly wrong about that, it turns out.)
So he's been sort of hanging back. Doing the recuperating and repackaging thing. Not gone from the surface of this planet, but not strictly going out of his way to be on the friend-making circuit unless he sees someone who needs help with something or something. Sometimes it's good to dial it back.
That's been easing up bit by bit over the past few weeks, because he's bad at not wanting to be around people. Even when he's not all that great at it, being around people puts him at ease. And here lately, it's feeling especially true.
So he's back at it again at the krispy kreme. Making his usual-ish rounds? Mostly hitting up stores with all the relaxed energy of a cat who heard a loud noise it couldn't place, or maybe committing to the occasional run in the park, doing a little bit of exploring near the city perimeter. Or anything that people are generally doing as far as manual labor and defense prepping goes. Chopping wood, sharpening weapons, whatever. If it's work, he's interested.
He probably takes a lot of time just being glad they didn't go from the icy tundra to a straight-up desert. This jungle thing is walking the fine line of tolerable climates. ]
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taako | closed to mariane
So he does. He still has lessons to teach even in a new area, and people to prepare for a war now he guesses, so shit must go on. He's got Mariane today, and while he doesn't blame her if she doesn't choose to show up, he's just gonna try to keep it professional here when she arrives and he answers the door.]
Hey, my gal. Ready to uh, to get up on some magic biz? Keep goin' on that?
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alphys | closed to kate and george
She also might be overcompensating a little for what happened during the fighting event. She might be doing a lot of overcompensating for that.
All of this means that instead of squirreling herself away while she works, when people enter she gives them a warm greeting, making herself speak even if it scares her a bit.]
Hey! H-How's it going, uhm-- here to work on some stuff? Can I help?
[Okay, maybe attempting a LOT of overcompensating for that last event.]
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hELLO I AM HERE
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rey | closed to laura palmer.
So naturally, she goes to the one place one takes refuge when they're feeling blue -- her own establishment. Only, rather than servicing the others who have had the same idea, she huddles farthest away in a booth, hand pressed to her forehead as she hovers over a glass of bourbon.
"Sorrow, you asshole..." Rey mutters under her breath, before committing herself to silence once again. The lines under her eyes are darker than usual, like she hasn't been getting proper rest.
God forbid that she opens her mouth again; she might end up sharing the details why. Fuck that.
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kravitz | closed to taako
It feels like the event is winding down, and Kravitz has made it through with a relatively small and contained list of disasters, all things considered. Had worse, done worse. It's not the nastiest Hadriel's ever thrown at him.
Plus, it's hard to feel sour when he's curled up on the couch, a book in one hand, a Taako in the other.]
I'm incredibly grateful that I can't actually feel where your elbow is poking my spleen.
dabs my way in
[closed to Daenerys] [A million years late]
Still, they've fallen more easily into being a pair than even he would have suspected. He keeps busy with the Guard and with preparing for the Null attack as well as he can. She learns magic and attends to other tasks. They eat meals together often enough, and more than that, he feels comfortable with her, contented, sleeping deeply when they curl together at night. What their time together on the boat had made him think might be possible has come to fruition.
As to the Null? He's so used to assuming an army is marching on him from somewhere that the Null don't feel like a new threat, they just feel like the same old threat, maybe a little easier because the people they kill don't join their ranks.
He is at Guard HQ when he's struck by an overwhelming urge to talk to her. Seeing her won't be enough; kissing her won't be enough. This is only words. So he seeks her out, chasing all over town until he finds her. She's so beautiful, he thinks, and -- ]
They killed me once, [he blurts.] I had to tell you.
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