hadriel_logs | Event Log: All Or Nothing

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the All Or Nothing event
Where: All over the city
When: April 24th-May 2nd
Warnings: None

You woke up today and you just... weren't feeling it. Feeling what? Well, anything. Nothing seems to get you excited, but nothing seems to make you mad or angry either, so maybe that's fine. Maybe it's better this way. It's not like you can get too worked up about it, in any case, so you might as well coast through your day, incredibly chill.

But that's not how it is for everyone. Your best friend might be feeling the exact opposite - you said they look nice today and they started crying with happiness. You ate half their lunch and they tried to punch you out. Everything's heightened, for some reason they just have absolutely no chill at all. You don't get it, but it's not a big deal.

Unless, of course, you switch, and suddenly it's the biggest deal of all time. The idea of controlling your emotions seems like a myth, and it's time to freak out over everything, positive and negative. It's gonna be a mood swingy week or so!

► This log covers April 24th-May 2nd
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[Pratt is at the range as well. He's taken apart one of the training dummies and is diligently restuffing it and putting it back together. There's not really a point since it will be destroyed soon anyway, but there's something in him that mechanically goes through the motions anyway. Maybe to give himself some time to think about all the stuff he's been shoving to the side. It's odd to be able to think abstractly about all that. Oh, he killed some people. How about that. The memory as unimportant as the memory of when he bought a couch.

There's a part of him that knows this is strange, but an even larger part of him embraces it. It's nice to not feel terrible about everything all the time.]

Morning.

[Not good or bad. Just a statement of fact.]

Training?

[ Poe lifts one shoulder in a shrug. He thinks he probably should be training. They have a war to fight. There are people who need protecting. Instead, he wanders closer to Pratt, holding one of the dummies in place as the man restuffs it. It seems like the nice thing to do. ]

Was going to. [ Now that he's been derailed from that particular plan, though, it doesn't seem nearly as important. ]

We probably all should be. There'll be an attack eventually and we're not ready.

[They're not ready physically, emotionally, mentally, in any way. But right now he can look at it all objectively, consider their probably failure with detached ease. Strange.]

Do you think we'll survive the next one?

Dunno.

[ Would death be so bad? It would be an end, at least, instead of this constant limbo. ]

Wasn't here for the first time. Were you?

No I wasn't. Everyone says it was bad, the city was overwhelmed and the only reason anyone survived was because they moved the whole city and ran away.

This time it feels like we're out of places to run to .

[ Poe gives a thoughtful little hum. ]

Feels that way, yeah.

[ That's a strange, small relief. Things coming to a head, or an end.

When he tries to pin down why it's a relief, he doesn't really have an answer. He rubs his forehead, confused for a moment. There should be so much more going on in his head.

There should be. But why?

It keeps coming back to that question, really--but why. And every time it gets to that question, the sense of urgency fades. ]

What are you going t'do when they come?

Fight them. Help as many people escape as I can.

Probably die. If they're as good as everyone says then we don't stand much of a chance, but I'm not going to lay down and give up. Better to die in battle right?

[He seems to be actually asking, he can't remember if that's a thing he wanted, it seems like it, but right now he's having trouble mustering up the energy to even really consider it. Seems a little pointless really, what will happen will happen. He could do nothing and let it run it's course.]

Definitely better.

[ Poe's conviction is still there, muted, like a residue of passion. He looks skyward. Calmly: ]

Best we can do is fight, isn't it? The other choice is just letting it happen.

[ Which doesn't seem... so bad, honestly. As an option. He remembers the Resistance, remembers resistance is what he does, but at the moment those memories feel so far away. ]

People need to be kept safe. [ That he can say with some belief, at least. ]

Yeah. Especially those who can't fight. We can help them run. Stay alive as long as possible.

You know, I'm kind of glad this is happening. Either we win or we lose. No more waiting around to see what's gonna happen, or running. There's a kind of finality to this. Or it feels that way I guess.

Yes.

[ Again, that small stirring of heat somewhere under his breastbone. ]

The waiting is the worst part. I'll be glad when it's over.

Exactly. It was making me nervous. I think. Feels fine now.

[That is weird the more he thinks about it.]

I should be worried though shouldn't I?

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