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Event Log: Loud Valley

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Loud Valley event!
Where: All around the city
When: August 23rd-August 30th
Warnings: Cute animals, lots of candy, and swanky beats to cheer up with

In the early morning of August 23rd, a siren will sound. No need to worry, this isn't your usual siren- instead of the ear-piercing sounds of the Silent Hill event (thanks, Sharon), the music that plays over the city is a short, happy tune.

Is that a rainbow above the buildings? Why is everything so lush with grass? You wanted water and now candy has popped out of the faucet instead- that's bound to get annoying after awhile. Welcome to the Loud Valley event, which plays nice, happy music, showers you all in flowers, stuffed animals, cake, and smiling emojis, and gives you your very own ~~monster~~ er, companion to play with!

Each character will be getting a companion for the duration of the event, something which, like in Silent Hill, is a reflection of them- but rather than reflecting their fears and flaws, this companion reflects their positive qualities and happiness. The animals will appear to characters when the sirens sound and will be more than happy to just chill out with them, whether by getting some nice pets and cuddles, following them around, or meowing/roaring/barking/hissing/etc at them for some much-needed attention.

Enjoy!

► This log covers August 23rd-August 30th.
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It's rather quiet in my room and around me. A little boring on the tradeoff which keeps me out.

[The wolf is definitely concerned with a prospect of a treat now as Tyki moves a hand down to smooth it over its head.] Other than meat I have no idea what this could possibly eat so I don't see why not.

He might wolf the whole thing down if it is a lollipop and I don't remove the stick first.

[Sans fishes out one that looks like it might be cherry-flavored, or strawberry - something red, in any case. He pauses to chuckle, whether that joke was intentional or not.]

"Wolf" it down. That's good.

[He rips the wrapper off the thing with a neat jerk of two pinched phalanges and offers it to the wolf in question.]

You live alone, then?

[It was intentional or at least this time and that's all he'll really have in terms of puns. He wasn't an endless bank like Sans.]

I try. Sometimes. When it is worth it.

[Hopefully the wolf doesn't like bones as it sniffs the offered treat and with that giant maw it'll just take it and partially his hand as he pulls it off. Thankfully he doesn't clamp down or bite. Even if someone attacked Tyki it would just watch and comfort. It wasn't hostile at all.] Yes, I do. Much different than at home. I have a large family.

[Aw geez. Sans snatches his hand back with a speed that belies his round, lax exterior before teeth can close entirely around his hand. Gotta mind that 1 HP. It might be tough to land a hit on him, but all you need is one slip up, one little tap, and you're looking at an ex-skeleton and a pile of dust.]

So you savor the time you get alone?

I love my family and even now I would rather have my arms full of them then not. Yet I enjoy the time alone if simply for a little time to myself.

[If Tyki notices the way he snatches his hand back he doesn't comment on it. He could be known to be observant when he wanted to be. Information gathering and then termination was something he was good at. It will cause his eyes to narrow faintly just for a moment. No, he likes Sans. This wasn't a target.] But doesn't everyone?

Eh. We all need our distance sometimes.

[He doesn't necessarily crave distance as he does utterly insubstantial closeness, the kind where he knows plenty of people's surfaces without having to touch deeper. Forming connections makes it that much harder to sever them.

You'd think he'd've learned by now, but his defenses drop lower every day he remains here. Gets more accustomed to having friends, people to trust and confide in beyond the superficial.

It's unnerving.]

But I can imagine a big family would make it hard to catch a wink now and then.

[The wolf is mouthing around the candy and all as he plays with it more in an effort to even bite at such a small thing.

He understands. Constantly scolded for hanging onto his own humanity his family teased him on how he made human friends and connections when they were all going to die anyways in the end. Noah weren't originally Noah. They were humans once and technically could be considered as such. Every human had the potential to awaken as a replacement when a Noah died. With it went their humanity. Tyki simply didn't let go of all of it.

Yet connections could be easily severed if necessary. He wouldn't regret much if it was something he had to do. Effort willing of course. There wasn't a lot of point to anything right now.]

You should see the dinner table. If it wasn't for the Earl there would be no order to anything in our household.

I live in a house with three humans. I feel like I can relate.

[It's an exaggeration, but it's no less true, in his mind. The racket that arises frequently in House #1 would be impossible to sleep through if he didn't have so much practice dozing through that kind of clamor. When his bro got those cooking lessons -

Hah, no, no, he's not allowing himself to go there. Nope. Not happening.]

My niece would be enjoying this candy a little more than she should. She wouldn't even make it to dinner right now. Though she would not enjoy bathing in the river at the moment. Being showered by candy was not the way I wanted to wake myself up this morning.

[The wolf is closing in on Sans now that he's gotten one piece of candy down his throat and it's trying to nose into his clothes or around his stall to find more. At least it was enjoying itself.]

Kids. They never listen.

[Whoop. The wolf is definitely starting to explore Sans a bit more thoroughly, which wouldn't necessarily be a problem, except the part where if he decides to bite down on any of those tasty-looking bones, that would be -

Well, it wouldn't be fun for anyone.

Sans breaks off briefly to fumble beneath his shirt for a moment before withdrawing one of his rib-bones, safely detached from his body. He can still feel the thing as he holds it, which is why he doesn't make a real big habit of this, but if it'll keep the wolf from biting down on any extremely necessary parts of himself, it might be worth it. He jiggles it with a lift of his brow ridges.]

Your boy wanna play a little fetch?

[It might be fun for the wolf for a whole two seconds before Sans just faded into nothing. Tyki would be drastically disappointed.

He's lifting a brow as Sans digs under his shirt and not only would that kind of thing be a little lewd for his time and age but the mere fact he was a skeleton made him wonder what he was fishing for. That is until he retrieves a rib bone. The wolf reacts instantly with a sound crying bark. Considering his side it is quite loud and he seems completely on board with the idea.]

I was going to ask if that hurts but it seems obvious it doesn't. He looks excited enough I'd say yes.

[He shrugs, amused at the immediate shift in the wolf's attitude. Seems all canines are dogs at heart, hm?

He wings the thing off as far as he can throw it - which is admittedly not much, given the fact that he lacks a lot of the requisite upper body strength or body strength at all - and tries not to shudder at the sensation of air friction tearing over the detached piece of himself.]

Not the most comfortable thing, I'll grant you, but it's good for a laugh. And I think he wanted me to throw him a bone.

[Probably. Wolves acted more like a family but in the end they still played and tussled.

The wolf is moving instantly after the bone even if it wasn't thrown that far and with a graceful leap he's snatching it right up into his mouth. Given how abnormally big he is it is a wonder he doesn't crunch or swallow it on accident. He's surprisingly light with it in his mouth and he'll just bring it right back to Sans. He might have to mini fight for it but he'll relent.

Tyki will smirk at the pun.] If he's biting down too hard I can get it back easily.

[It certainly pricks when he feels teeth close over the thing, but the wolf is alarmingly gentle with the disembodied rib, thankfully. Which is nice. Means he doesn't have to regret this little maneuver.

The wolf is obstinate on giving the thing back at first, but eventually Sans pulls the proverbial rug out from under him and reclaims the bone so he can immediately send it sailing away again, this time spurred on by a very slight increase on the bone's personal gravity. Nothing noticeable, just a way to giving it a little more distance.]

Nah, he's fine. Wouldn't've called it, but I guess he knows what's what.

[It was a risky gamble considering any dog or wolf might've tried to chow down on a bone. Tyki likes gambles and the whole thing amuses him. He doesn't peg Sans as stupid or without a rational thought. Tyki was the type to rush into things without thinking because all of his actions were based entirely on whims instead of calculations.

The wolf on the other hand seems far wiser than Tyki with the way it seems to watch, observe and comfort when needed. Again, it was gentle as if it wasn't a wolf at all and when the bone sails higher and farther it is treating it with the same care as before. It was almost as if it was light as a feather itself with how it barely made a sound when landing.]

Neither would've I. I'm use to dealing with monsters, creatures and things that may frighten. He just walked right up to me and rubbed into my leg as if we've known each other for years.

Edited 2016-08-31 04:22 (UTC)

[He is, as a point of fact, a very cautious type of coward. Comes with the territory of being who he is. A lifetime of being careful, of being fragile, breakable, makes it a simple, fundamental fact.

But for a guy like him, who's reached the proverbial end of his rope - well, he's got nothing to do but hang himself with it. Metaphorically, of course. It's irresponsible, sure, but when has any damn thing about him been responsible, huh?]

Seems to be the way with all of 'em. [He indicates the cat lounging by the stand with an inclination of his chin.] Mine just started sleepin' on top of me like he owned me.

[Their lives had very similar paths but it was in fact their bodies that were vastly different. While Sans was fragile Tyki was nearly invincible. He could choose to touch just about anything which meant most of the time nothing could touch him at all. It was just a particular thing that could hurt him and severely. It made him reckless and very much not cautious at all. If his powers were ever stolen in this place it would be a hard habit to break.

The wolf keeps bringing it back no matter how far he throws it with a very gentle touch. Sans might feel a prick of teeth or the odd sense of saliva but other than that it was nothing but careful.] Rather mild compared to most of their little games.

Yet I can't help but wonder how many strings are attached. Will they remain this way or turn on us eventually when we're comfortable enough with them.

[The level of care being exercised is deeply appreciated, even if Sans doesn't seem overly predisposed to admit it or say much of anything on the matter. He wings the bone back and forth across the stretch of the cave for a little while before gradually, tiring of the game, he re-attaches the stray limb with a weary pat on the wolf's head.]

That's a pretty dark thought, don'tcha think? I'd hate to imagine the sick sense of humor someone with that idea might have.

[It's getting sluggish in any case. Prone to cuddle and exert less effort it is now sitting there with a soft pant and when patted the Sans height sized wolf will plop down onto its side and wait for something else to happen.]

Seeing how these gods have already taken someone dear to me and made an image of them into a monster that was bent on absorbing me into its body? You'll forgive me if I occasionally consider what dark thoughts and sense of humor they can spawn next. [Ironic even seeing as the Earl and his kind made monsters out of souls that walked in human skins and mimicked them.] It shouldn't have been able to touch me at all and yet it was fully capable of devouring me completely.

[...yeah, that's a fair point. He remembers that thing that had dripped fluidly after him, a terrifying, upsetting blend of himself and Papyrus. Even now, he doesn't think about it. Never thinks about it any longer than he has to.

So, you know. Fair enough. Sans concedes the point with a fluid shrug.]

Gods are fickle fellas, I suppose. This whole shebang seems pretty harmless, but I wouldn't say it couldn't turn ugly at the last minute.

[He's not wearing his nice suit today so when he's just sitting on the ground now that he doesn't feel like standing the wolf will move behind him to act almost like a full grown plush pillow.]

It followed me no matter where I want or I how made my way around this town. I can walk through structures or underground slightly and it would find me eventually. Humans are fickle. Gods just get bored with themselves easily.

[It's kind of adorable, frankly, and Sans's grin softens a little bit in amusement at the sight of it. This grown man just parking on top of this wolf, pillowed into its fur.

Aw. Well, bless.

But something about his phraseology pulls at Sans's attention.]

You walk through structures, now? Don't suppose you mean that in the colloquial sense.

[Tyki, the Noah of Pleasure, enjoyed many types of pleasures from food, comfort, woman and anything else that made him feel content. Having something soft like this fur to lean into made him quite content and comfortable.

In this world no one was hiding and he found it best if he didn't keep his own secrets or hide as well. Normally he blended in and acted normal or human like. In this underground no one was really normal. Being normal without powers made one stand out. Yet he'll keep his more hidden and dangerous powers to himself unless he had to use them.] Quite literally through. Anything I want to essentially. Walls, floors, ceilings, people, animals, water, the air...

So like a ghost, essentially.

[He watches him through lidded eyesockets, wondering if this is yet another person who occupies their time by spying on others with undue interest. He'll have to add that to the list that is starting to get concerningly long.]

You make this a pastime of yours?

I suppose you could say that but it doesn't limit me to just walking through walls and objects. Take this sucker for instance.

[He's pulling it from Sans' stand and without unwrapping it his fingers will dip inside and pull it free without the wrapper coming undone. He then proceeds to remove the stick in the same manner without a single hint of damage. Then his fingers slide into the lolli itself and where he touched will be a nice stain of red of his fingers as the coloring from it alone just bleeds down his fingers as he chooses to touch only the coloring and not the actual candy. He'll let it keep dripping until it is almost white.]

But no, not exactly a pastime. It is part of my daily life because I am use to using it. Out in the world I wouldn't normally be this open. Here among others that have special properties there isn't a need to hide. Not when I've already been sniffed out by another and ousted by someone else for Rage's little fun times.

[Though like everything he was showing Sans on a complete whim. He just felt like it.]

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