Event Log: Regret This

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The Regret This event
Where: Throughout the city
When: June 25th-July 3rd
Warnings: Sorrow is resurrected, and everyone is immediately full of regrets

Hope has finally managed another god resurrection, and the people have spoken! On June 25th, he musters his powers and brings Sorrow back to Hadriel. An orchard appears across the river, in the until now ruined part of the city, and Sorrow's temple is also restored. Hooray! One more god to make things a little more livable in this place.

Of course, it's not that easy. It never is. Along with Sorrow himself comes a wave of regret and guilt that blankets the city. All those affected will be inclined to not only be sad, but to linger over past regrets and things they feel guilty about. They can distract themselves with everyday tasks or whatever else they please, but they'll find that their thoughts drift back to these regrets regardless of what they do.

And of course, the best way to purge a guilty conscience is confession, right? On top of these persistent sad thoughts, people will feel the urge to tell others about them, to air their past mistakes or misdeeds and possibly receive some kind of forgiveness. So what if your neighbor doesn't care that you cheated on your final exams all through school? You have to tell someone, and they're right there. If it doesn't make you feel better, that probably means you haven't confessed to enough people yet, or maybe you just haven't found the right person. Better try again!

On July 3rd, Sorrow has settled in and this urge to confess your sins will die down, along with the constant regret. Let's hope you didn't confess anything too personal. Remember, you're gonna have to see some of these people every day.

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Comments

[blowyoudown]

[He's in no position to judge her for it.]

If you're going for blackout drunk, you might want something stronger than whiskey.

[He pauses in his sip to sniff at the air, and pick up on the specific smell of her whiskey. He's smelled worse.]

Or maybe just stronger whiskey. That can't be even a hundred proof.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh snorts, though he's not wrong.] Is that a gift of yours? Detecting the strength of alcohol from the smell?

[blowyoudown]

Alcohol strength, blood type, trace pheromones. How long you've been wearing that uniform. I got a pretty good sense of smell.

[mismanagement]

Useful. [Maketh raises an eyebrow.] Is that all?

[She doubts it. Nearly everyone has some sort of power here.]

[blowyoudown]

Well, the reason I have that is because I'm actually a giant wolf with the power to blow down buildings.

[He's never gonna get over how stupid it sounds to say that out loud.]

I'm also basically invincible.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh blinks.] Is that a metaphor?

[She's either too drunk or too sober for this conversation. It's a thin line.]

[blowyoudown]

No, it's literal.

[He lifts his arm and flexes his hand gently, making claws extend as his arm hair thickens to fur. He turns his hand, showing off to Maketh the changes, and when he makes eye contact again his eyes are gold.]

I can do small-scale transformations, too. I can change from human through to werewolf.

[He picks up his empty beer and gently squeezes, and the bottle shatters in his hand. He's lucky he didn't get glass stuck in his hand, frankly.]

And each form is stronger than the last.

[mismanagement]

[Well, that's different. Maketh is too drunk to act surprised. Very little surprises her in this place. She hands him another beer, instead.] Oh. That is useful.

[blowyoudown]

[He makes sure to wipe his hand free of glass shards on his pants before he accepts the beer with a nod.]

It's why I was the Sheriff back home. I was the biggest, and the baddest. Always have been.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh huffs.] Is that really how things are done? You are in charge because...because you are the strongest?

[She frowns, thinking of the Empire.]

No. Of course you were.

[blowyoudown]

[Well that was unexpectedly bitter.]

I'm oversimplifying. I'm not an idiot, I follow procedures. [Mostly.] i know how to solve a case properly, and I do. But when your most common cases are domestic violence with a drunkard who almost killed you in the past, and chasing after two psychotic twin hitmen, the muscles help.

Besides, I'm not in charge. Snow White and King Cole are the actual leaders.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh just gives him a dubious look. She's drunk, but she knows how these things would be done in the Empire - how they're probably still being done in her absence.] Chosen for your strength means you are expected to use it. Have you really no better way?

[blowyoudown]

[Maketh, you wound him. He's not sure whether to be offended or not.]

How about I ask you a question. If someone taller, broader and angrier than you, not to mention completely shitfaced, is armed and screaming about how he's going to "put you down", what do you do?

[mismanagement]

Respond as trained. [It's happened before, though not for a long time. She's years beyond dealing with drunk fools. Maketh waves for a refill, in the meantime.] As was required.

[blowyoudown]

Oh, training. Well, lucky you.

[Only a little bit snide.]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh frowns at him.] Are you not trained?

[blowyoudown]

Not... formally. Fabletown's government and systems are a bit... shit, what's the phrase... Hodge-podge. Everyone's either actual royalty or a street urchin. So, there's not much in-between for guys like me to work with.

[mismanagement]

[...he can't be serious. Maketh stares.]

That is horribly inefficient.