hadriel_logs | Event Log: Regret This

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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You think? It isn't like we just came out of a picnic. More like "Hell in a hand-basket".

[She huffs when she finds that the bottle is mostly empty now. It figures. She'll just have to grab another.]

[Maketh just shakes her head and finishes her glass.] We held it together for a while. So I thought...maybe it could continue. Of course that was foolish.

They said that the Door invites evil and chaos. Don't know about evil, but it's pretty safe to say that if chaos is what it wants, chaos is what it got. [In more ways than one.]

At any rate, you can't control that. But the effort you make also isn't something you should give up on.

Chaos, certainly. [And perhaps that begets evil, in time. Maketh exhales slowly and pours herself another drink. Might as well get wasted. Things wouldn't magically improve come morning, and she wanted a decent night's sleep. One without nightmares. The alcohol was good for that if nothing else.] I know. These people -- they ought to be safe.

[Maketh grimaces.]

I already died. Three times now? Why not.

[Holding the empty bottle with a limp grip, Rey pours herself another shot and scoffs.]

Don't get too indifferent about it; dying is easy. Have died nearly a dozen times now -- back home, that is. Not here. Anyone can become a martyr in this place and it wouldn't mean a damn thing.

[Rey has already tried out the whole "martyr" thing before and it didn't work out very well. Not in the way she'd hoped.]

I suppose not. [For a long time she had believed that dying for a cause was the highest honor a person could hope to achieve. That in dying, one could become something larger. It would have meaning beyond the production of another corpse. But then she came to Hadriel and the madness is different now.] Do you think we have a chance, Rey? Or are we trapped here forever?

[Sanguinity doesn't become Rey. Not in light of everything she's seen and ever experienced. So Maketh's question should've been met with more pessimism than Rey is usually willing to give.]

Well. Don't think wallowing about the futility of our situation at length is going to do anyone here much good. Save for Sorrow, that is.

[Sorrow did say that he was the strongest one, and it's no mystery as to why.]

[Maketh huffs.] You are entirely too reasonable.

[Sometimes one does want to wallow, just a little bit.]

Think many would strongly disagree with that statement.

[You've probably even been one of them, Maketh.]

[She has. Many times.

Maketh snorts, returning to her glass.] In the morning I will be---myself. Right now, let's drink.

[She nods and tips her empty glass, before pouring herself a new one.]

Drink. [And she does. Way to carry a conversation, Rey. But she knows that she's feeling more talkative now than she should be. Spilling out things that she doesn't want to say, but does.

[Talking is dangerous.]

Drink, [Maketh agrees, and does so.]

[It's a good moment before Rey actually says anything, at a loss for words and conversation. More or less appreciating the silence until a nagging question wiggles its way from the back of her mind, antagonizing her once again for the very same reason that brought Maketh to this bar.]

What do you think you're going to do, if they figure out the Door and start sending people back home?

[Maketh has to think about that for a moment, working the question through her brain before she can land on a suitable answer.] I don't know, I--Lilith said I could come with her. To her world. I'm dead and I have no family, so perhaps--perhaps that would be best.

[Rey has heard a suggestion similar to that, and she's still not sure what to make of it.]

Not a bad idea, assuming that we're able to stick around long enough for them to figure out the Door. No telling if we'll be ripped back into our own worlds like so many others appear to have.

That is always a risk. [Maketh sighs.] I wonder what would happen to someone like me, who died there.

[Rey shrugs.]

Probably whatever happens to people when they die.

[Maketh suspected as much. She's not fond of the idea.] Then perhaps I'll simply die again. Well. There are worse things.

Yes, there are.

[The prospect of dying isn't what troubles Rey, should she ever be forced to return to her world. It's the possibility that she's still alive.]

Do you believe in an afterlife?

[Maketh shrugs.] I would have said no, before this place. Now...I don't know.

Event Log: Regret This

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