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Event Log: On A Pedestal

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the On A Pedestal event
Where: All over the city
When: April 12th-16th
Warnings: None

Have you ever wanted to be inspired? Have you ever wanted to admire someone, to follow them, to find someone who makes you believe in the future and hope and all that uplifting crap? Now's the time, possibly whether you like it or not. You'll find yourself drawn to someone - maybe someone you know, maybe someone you don't. But there's just something about them, something that makes you believe in them.

Maybe they're brave. Maybe they're smart. Maybe they have a lot of good ideas, or maybe they have a lot of terrible ideas and you just temporarily think they're good and you're about to get yourself in a lot of trouble. Whatever it is, you feel drawn to them. And maybe someone else feels drawn to you, too. Maybe someone can see all those amazing qualities in you, and wow, that's kind of a lot of pressure, huh?

Someone believes in you. You believe in them. It's all very wholesome and nothing bad could possibly happen. Have fun!

► This log covers April 12-16th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► 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 somehow this extremely non-dangerous event ends in death, please let us know here.

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1 - I'm your biggest fan

[ Cashmere likes to think she always plays it cool. someone who has met - who isPanem's best and brightest shouldn't get starstruck. and maybe it's not exactly starstruck, but she is certainly feeling like someone else has all the answers right now. in uncertain times, everyone wants someone to look to who will lead the way. Cashmere included.

so when she sees the person she admires most alone, she can't help but join their table at the speakeasy or find them while they're trying to take shelter from the heat - in a shop or maybe even at home.

Cashmere looks more flustered than usual. ]

Can I ask you something?

2 - baby you'll be famous

[ Cashmere feels someone watching her. it's not unsettling but it is noticeable enough that she spends a few moments trying to decide if she's imagining things or not. has she spilled something on herself? is (heaven forbid) she having a bad hair day? or perhaps she's looking more beautiful than usual! the curiosity gets her to turn around, flashing a smile at her admirer. ]

I don't bite.

[Tinya is at the Speakeasy, having her usual white wine when Cashmere slides on into the table along with her.

she can't help but notice that the other woman looks a little flustered and--is that a blush? no way! but she smiles warmly and welcomes Cashmere into her booth]

Sure! Go ahead and ask me anything.

[ whew, that was easy! Cashmere smiles more confidently and takes a seat. ]

Okay, it's actual a few questions but one at a time, I promise. First question - what have you been using on your hair, because it looks amazing. Really amazing.

[she giggles a little]

A few questions, huh? Sounds interesting! And, oh, I got so lucky the other day at the shops. I found bottles of the shampoo and conditioner I use back home and I took them all home with me. A little greedy maybe, but I didn't think anyone else would recognize the brand name and we could all use a little luxury now and then.

[ she shakes her head. ] No! You could never be greedy. We all deserve to have nice things and it's from your home. It's meant for you. I would have done the same.

Things are stressful lately. There's a lot of uncertainty. At least you have great hair. [ she grins. ] You seem like you've been handling everything well, though. People seem nervous but you seem -- calm.

[she smiles] I guess I hadn't really looked at it that way, but you're right. If something comes from one of our worlds, of course it's meant for us. Why else would it be here?

Yeah, definitely. I don't see any easy way out of what's going on. [she flips her hair and grins] And I do. [as for the rest, she shrugs] I've been in dangerous situations before. Worrying about them doesn't help you with them, all it does is create more stress. So I'm kind of taking things as they come. How are you doing?

[ she offers a half shrug. ] Like you said, not my first time in a dangerous situation. Doesn't mean I'm happy about it - [ she pauses. ] I'm not 18 anymore. I knew what I was getting into back then. I don't know what will be waiting for us. That's the hardest part.

[Tinya reaches across the table, hand within holding distance] I don't know, either. I'm trying to get ready, but my powers are purely defensive. I don't think anyone can blame you for being apprehensive.

[ she smiles and reaches her hand to meet Tinya's. ] On the bright side, what are the odds of dying three times?

[she gives Cashmere's hand a squeeze] I'd say that the odds are in your favor. The Null sound scary, but there's got to be a way to beat them.

- Closed to Kain

The last month has been incredibly difficult for Rydia, thanks to the city's gods she had, indeed, cofused feelings for Kain but one thing she knew: she never wanted to kill him. It felt amazing on the moment, liberating, she felt like her mother and her people had finally been avenged and she even checked what was left of his body for her pin, kicking it in the dirt when her hairpiece had not been found- then Rydia returned to herself while walking back in the city, looking for more victims. And tears followed. She said awful things, she did somethig horrible... and she spent every day hidden either around the temple or Kain's apartment until she finally saw him return to it.

After that? She just hid, avoiding him as much as she could and just lurking around his place trying to find the right moment and words to apologize- and probably dug an ever deeper divide between them all things considered. That morning, thought, she felt strange. Not suddenly murderous, not suddenly in love, simply filled with the resolve of finally speaking with him and letting him know no matters what: she admires him.

Rydia is holding her breath, carrying few critters she managed to catch in the jungle ~~she may be a great huntress but forests aren't her natural ground~~ and trying to decide how to open the conversation. In the end she just knocks at the door without saying anything, just waiting for him to come.

- Closed to Margaery

Why didn't she ask for her phone contact? Why? Rydia has been looking for Margaery all day long, walking around town and trying to check all buildings she has access to. What else could she do? Randomly ask in the network if anyone had seen an awesome katana wielding lady? She doesn't even really know that well how that thing works and what would she say? I admire her so much and not only I want to teach her all I can about magic but I also want to learn how to wield a Katana? Admit the truth and say she just want to spend time around her?

"Come on, where are you?"

The summoner keeps checking around, opening each door with hope and then sighing and walking away no matters who or what she walks in. Sooner or later she will find her, Rydia isn't going to give up.

- Closed to Koemada

Ah, the brave soul who kept her occupied as she was desperately trying to find more people to slay- Rydia immediately recognizes him as she crosses his way and her hand immediately reaches for him, trying to stop the young man in his track. He is a strong one, isn't he?

"Hey-" She finally manages to say after a long moment of awkward silence "I just wanted to thank you. I don't know exactly what was in my mind that time but I think you... helped more people you can imagine that day."

And it's weird but more she remembers what happened that day the more she realizes what a wonderful person is in front of her right now. A child, sure, but a brave and strong one.

[Margaery can be found in the Sewing Shop today. she's working on a lighter gown for jungle wear. it's light and gauzy, in her favorite shade of teal, backless, and with cut-outs in the midriff.

Margaery has mixed feelings about the bloodlust the so-called gods roused in her. she's eternally grateful that she never actually hurt anyone, but it certainly wasn't for a lack of trying. she can't bring herself to face Sal or Shigeru yet, ashamed of how she frightened them.

but. there was a plus. that beautiful young lady she'd hunted with for some time. she would like to get to know her better, but she also didn't think to get her name, which she's kicking herself for right now.

but then she peeks inside the Shop and Margaery lets the gown crumble to the floor as she gets up to greet the other woman]

--it's you! Come in, come in!

[Rydia lets out a happy squeal when her eyes finally meet that familiar figure, she hasn't been so happy to see someone in such a long time- yet her heart skips a beat and she finds herself almost bouncing at every step as she approaches the queen.

Look at her, using her hands to create- what's nobler than that? And Rydia is trying desperately to forget what she did under the God's influence: she killed someone she held between her arms just few days before and avoided him ever since out of guilt, it's... something she's ashamed of.]

My lady! I am so glad I could find you again-! [She chirps with enthusiasm stepping near her and barely resisting the urge to throw her arms around her neck. The prideful warrior lady, a possible future magician too- a battle mage perhaps? Oh, she can't wait to see her shine- battlefield or not.] I've been looking for you all day long-

[Why? Because yes.]

[Margaery beams and extends her hands out to be held. she's so thrilled to see the other woman. that week was terrible in many ways, but meeting this woman wasn't one of them.

she's much better at it than she was when she started. when she started, she mostly had sewn shifts for the poor with the occasional bit of embroidery to pass the time, but now she can put together a gown fit for King's Landing and in half the time the dressmakers there required. though, she too would like to forget much of what she did under the so-called gods' influence, she must have frightened Sal and Shigeru terribly, but she doesn't want to forget meeting the other woman]

And I, you! I can't believe I forgot to introduce myself, where were my manners? [taken over by the so-called gods, but. she's herself now, isn't she? so there's nothing further to worry about] You have? I'm so glad you found me! [and a wry smile] And belatedly, allow me to introduce myself. Margaery Tyrell, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms. Please, may I ask your name?

[It's hard not to let out a delighted squeal as she holds Margaery's hand to greet her. She's one of the cutests ladies she's ever seen and she's so... strong.

There's something off about how she feels embarassed around her, how anything in that room makes her heart beat faster how everything the woman created seems a piece of art but who is she to question her feelings now? Those dresses are certainly the finest pieces clothes in the city, it's not her judgment to be clouded. ]

Rydia. Rydia of the Feymarch and summoner between my people. [She bows her head as she chuckles nervously, why is she even feeling so embarassed right now? Is it because she has so many names and titles while Rydia only has to offer the name of the place where she was raised and her species? Put yourself together, girl.]
Iamalsogladifoundyou...

[How classy of her, blurting all out in a single breath.]

[Rydia is awfully cute herself! green hair she's never seen before, but it suits her perfectly.

and she's feeling rather blushy and girlish herself, the way she'd feel around a crush, but Rydia is so sweet and she can do magic, so she's going with the emotions]

Rydia is a lovely name for a lovely woman. I've never heard of a summoner before, what do you do? [she imagines that it's far more than simply summoning people to a particular place.

she squeezes Rydia's hand gently] I'm so glad that I found you as well! What shall we do? Would you like to come over to the house I share? I have food and wine to share.

Coming back from death is always disorienting and unsettling to Kain, and this time had been no exception. But when he had revived, he'd simply... gone back into his usual business, patrolling for the Guard and so on, trying to take his mind off of it. Not that it's easy, and his mind is still haunted by what had happened. He doesn't blame Rydia at all, though. He knows they were under a god's influence anyway, so of course, things had turned out as they had. It was just as unnatural for him to run like a coward as it was for her to be so aggressive. But he'd noticed lately that she wasn't exactly easy to find. Is she avoiding him? Is that perhaps for the best?

Kain glances up at the knock. He's only half-armored at the moment, not having put on his chest plate or gauntlets, as he's just starting to get ready for his day. Now who could that be...?

He's surprised to see Rydia there when he opens the door. "Rydia? Is everything all right?" Something major surely must be happening if she's here, after all. He doesn't think she would want to be around him, otherwise. "Would you like to come in?"

Rydia honestly surprised when he doesn't just close the door in her face, she was even ready to slip her foot in to block it in case, but no... he's just there like nothing happened. And while the summoner knows she would have said it wasn't really us and forgiven him she's also... feeling really impressed right now. More than she would normally be.

Isn't he the most selfless person in the world, passing over what happened last time they met to worry if everything is okay? Even inviting her inside despite knowing she is a danger to his safety now? The summoner sighs, while it's irrational how much her heart speeds up just looking at him- and it's nor forced love, so far she can tell, she just finds herself admiring him, his strenght and his kindness.

"I just..." She cannot even find the right words, after a moment of awkward silence she pushes the animals between his arms and takes a step back "- I am really really sorry for what happened, Kain, I never really meant to hurt you nor I think those terrible things I said, quite the contrary!"

It took only a month and divine intervention for her to find the courage to step in and talk with him again, there's a clear double standard on how she forgives others and how she passes over her mistakes- this time, despite their often unpleasant meddling, she should be grateful to those 'gods' because she would have avoided the dragoon up to the final battle otherwise.

Kain does notice something is a little off, perhaps, but he doesn't let it bother him. If something is going on, he's sure Rydia will let him know. After all, she's normally his ally, his friend. He can see past what the gods made her do, quite easily. After all, he himself had once been controlled in such a way. Seeing it happen to someone else had been terrifying, that feeling heightened by the fear he'd felt at the time.

"What is... is this for me? You hunted for me?" Kain looks approvingly at the kill that she's made for him. "Not bad... thank you, Rydia. But..." He sets aside the animal meat, figuring he ought to get to preparing it to store soon, but right now, he looks calmly at Rydia. "It's all right. Rydia... I forgive you. I know you weren't quite yourself, at the time. I know that feeling better than most anyone. I understand. And I'm all right now..." Sure, in most other worlds, they wouldn't have this second chance, but they do now.

But she can't really feel anything... off. As far as she can tell all the insecurity she feels and the desire to be around him and letting him know how awesome he is all come from a month of bottled feelings and guilt mixed with how much she missed being around her friend. Sadly she cannot really ignore what happened but at least the summoner feels now relieved knowing he's not upset with her but...

"Of course I did. I mean... it's not much, I can't hunt well in forests, but I had to. And I wanted to?" She still looks incredibly nervous as she stands outside his apartment and looks down at the floor "I know I wasn't myself but... as you said you know what it's like and how difficult it can be to forgive yourself when you hurt those you care about. And- I know you're all right now but it still doesn't make things right."

Isn't it strange how for once she's the one being negative and overly irrational over simple things and he's being the one keeping things in control? "I said so many horrible things, all because I knew they would hurt you and none of them is true, quite the contrary. I think you're great, I really do. I don't think Cecil is better than you, I don't think you deserve anything that happened to you and I know there's plenty of people who love and wait for you at home. And this time I'm speaking without the inflence of any god so- you have to believe me." She is under a god's influence but all of this isn't a lie.

Kain had missed her too. He hadn't realized how much he'd gotten used to her presence, as the only person from home here with him. They had a special bond because of that, something which meant a great deal to him. Her more upbeat personality has always been in contrast to his own more subdued one, and somehow that's worked, very well. Over time, he'e even grown to appreciate that about her, knowing she can drag him out of his usual lone brooding.

So he really had missed her. More than he might have thought.

"I do believe you, Rydia. I believe you now, but back there, when you... when that happened..." When you killed me horrifically is definitely not the best thing to say, so he'll just avoid that. "I wasn't myself, either. All I could feel was fear, all I could do was behave like a coward and flee... We weren't acting like ourselves. I know you weren't yourself. Far from it..."

He looks at her, for a moment, seeing how much this seems to be affecting her. But it's something he understands, all too well. He hesitates, stepping closer. He's not sure what to say, and he's not the best with this sort of thing, but... after a couple more moments, he finally closes the distance between them and wraps his arms around her for a hug. Those are good for reassuring people, right? Especially someone like Rydia, he knows she appreciates such gestures.

"Huh......?!"

Komaeda is aware that Rydia was affected by Rage that day. However, as he does not know her well, he is on his guard just in case he is wrong. Maybe it was all those conversations he had and so many months he had spent here but now he wonders......maybe even someone like him might be worthy after all? Or he could become worthy at least?

Even so, Rydia thanking him like that puts at a loss for words. She is.......grateful for what he did? Him, of all people?

And did he actually save people that day?

He is still trying to get used to praise.

[It's a particularly hot day. Jo would probably be out exploring if it weren't, but with the weather not cooperating, she's decided to stay at the Speakeasy for the day.

At least there are cold drinks, though Jo is careful to drink slowly.

How boring...]

[It really was only a matter of time before Klaus ended up here. Like a moth to the flame, he can't resist the siren call of intoxication, and he could do worse than a bit of alcohol. A drink, maybe two, no getting trashed, just enough to take the edge off. Yeah, sounds about perfect.

Klaus slides through the door, rests a hand on his hip, and glances around curiously before sidling up to the bar and leaning on it.]

Hey. Does this place have actual drinks, and if so, how do I pay for them?

[Jo turns from whatever she was doing and gives him a glance. He's a new face, but that doesn't really phase her at this point.

There is always someone new.]

There's no money here. [She's considered how that might work. She doesn't think it would go well, considering how this place works.]

What's your definition of an actual drink?

[Hands tapping a little nervous rhythm on the counter, Klaus grins and hunches his shoulders a bit.]

No money, huh? Wow, sounds like my kinda place. And uh...drinks with alcohol in them. Y'know?

[Jo watches his fingers as he answers. Something's up, but she'll make her judgment later.]

I know. Most of this is alcohol, the best we can do now. [There's no reason to bring up Delight.]

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Event Log: On A Pedestal

Cashmere | ota

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Rydia - Closed

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Jo Harvelle | For Klaus

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sorry for delay!