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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
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 ownmonsterer, 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.
► 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 you are deathly allergic to happiness, please let us know here!
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[It's been an experience, that's for sure. With so many places lacking the option to actually put a payment on anything, Frisk's resorted to neatening things up around the shops themselves. Straightening out the streets, clearing what rubble is within their physical strength and stature to shift. It's tough work, and it's obvious that some people don't fully approve of it...
But it's something to do. Working hard- it gives some purpose to all of this. The rest is just too far out of reach for their comprehension. At least they can still have conversations with Sans.
Even with odd creatures lurking nearby. The hyena hasn't taken it's eyes off Frisk for a moment...but then, Frisk isn't inclined to take their eyes off it, either. They haven't decided what to think- friend, or foe?]
We're learning together.
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Begs the question, though, if he had any of his equipment here, any of Alphys's technological expertise and the drive to rig up some kinda resonator - if he could figure whether they're both anomalies, or if their improbable combination is the only thing that makes them classifiable as metaspatiotemporal fuck-ups. Sorry, anomalies. Gotta watch his terminology.
That was rude. He kinda hates himself a little for thinking it. But that's nothin' new.
He indicates the animal at the kid's side with the tip of a phalanx.]
Who's your friend?
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As best as two children living alone in a ruined city can, at least. They're both eating dinner, if that really means anything.
Sans simply takes the knowledge without sharing his opinion. That's nothing new, either.]
I don't know. [They take the change of conversation with good grace, looking to their new... 'friend'. It looks back with an equal sense of calm, before it's gaze comes back to rest on Sans. At least with an animal, it makes more sense to feel they aren't...uh.
Emoting. At all.]
Who's your friend? [In reference to that rather satisfied looking cat, stretched out and enjoying the warmth of a sun that doesn't exist.]
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[He chuckles, and strokes the cat behind the ears a couple times. It purrs contentedly, arching its back to meet his bony hand as it suns itself beneath the warmth of a sun that must exist solely in its own mind. That's a feline after his heart, that is.]
Just kinda showed up when this whole thing began. [And...asserted itself. But he doesn't say it.]
Looks like everyone gets a buddy. So I'm guessing that one's yours. [And he indicates the canine-looking thing with a brief nod in its direction. If he were better at surface animals he'd actually have a title for it, but he doesn't, so yeah, he's just gonna go with "not-dog" for now.]
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...Cute.
Maybe a little sad.]
Heh, I guess. [Maybe they're not so happy about all this, but they're starting to see at least one benefit in all of this nonsense. It certainly isn't the music. The corners of their mouth curve upwards.
Maybe "not-dog" isn't too bad, either. They test that theory with an offered hand, twitching back when the offer is immediately taken by an eager snout.
Maybe it was just waiting for them to offer some affection.]
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But he's not, so it isn't.
He laughs at the thing's eagerness to be acknowledged by its...owner? Companion? Either way, it seems downright pleased to be getting some attention.]
Listen, kid. [Oh boy. The two words prefacing something he doesn't wanna do, doesn't tend to do as a general rule, but kinda - well, it's one of the few responsibilities he has to his name. Accountability.] I been kinda distant, I know. But I think sometime soon we gotta have a talk about the last things you remember about where we both came from.
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Which kid is he really talking to, right now? They shrug jerkily, eyes steadfast on their newest companion as fingers run through rough fur, over and over.
And over and over and over.]
Okay.
[They guess, without a golden corridor to hold a court in, the subject in question needs to be a little bit more honest with the shape of their LOVE.]
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Can't concern himself over it, though. Forge ahead. See what they know and cast your judgment from there.
Still, they don't stop petting their little animal buddy, keeping their gaze locked on it like it's the only thing tethering them here.
Maybe it is.]
So it turns out your roommate and me, we come from the same general spot, in terms of, uh...narrative. [He opens a hand, brushing phalanges across the top of the stand as if swiping away dust.] That's all well and good. Makes sense, right?
So what's the last thing you remember?
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Memories can be plenty of things, right? It can be something you've seen, looming overhead, or felt, wrapping around your body and crushing your spine. Something you've smelt; acidic sap and flowers.
Could be something you've heard, too. Like laughter.
Long, drawn out laughter.]
You called my phone.
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He watches them silently, waits for an answer.
Called their phone.
Well, there's not a terribly particular set of circumstances that leads up to that, he doesn't think. It's the point where certain things terminate, where others have to be anchored.]
Uh-huh. [He keeps his tone light. Of course, of course, 'course he called their phone. That's already one discrepancy between Frisk and the other kid's experience, and he's gotta wonder if there's more. Or if the other one is just further along.]
And what'd I say? You remember?
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[A slight furrow to their brow. They go still, thinking over the last time. The last time out of many times, with so many similarities they all start to blur together, at points. It's a game of who died and who didn't, what tone Sans used at the end of the call, how heavy the pit of their stomach had been.
How resigned they were, by that point. How long it would take until the sight of the RUINS filled them with Determination, and another weight settled into their SOUL and the back of their mind like a familiar friend.
Sometimes it's hard to place those sorts of things.
So it's probably no wonder that when the words do come, they're almost- automated. Like reading from a script.]
The queen returned, and instated a new policy. Any human who fell into the underground would be treated not as an enemy, but as a friend. The king was gone, and the souls he'd collected disappeared overnight.
Papyrus was head of the royal guard, but he was the only member. He watered flowers. Undyne was sleeping on your couch. She told me it wasn't my fault Asgore died, that I was just doing what I had to.
...You said that even if people were heartbroken over the king, and things were looking grim for your freedom, the queen was doing her best to make sure people didn't lose hope. So...
[The hyena chuffs at them, impatient. At some point their fingers had gone still, though Frisk doesn't quite recollect when.
They resume petting.]
If you weren't giving up down there, I couldn't give up wherever I was.
That's what you said.
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Papyrus lived. Undyne lived. The queen...lived.
He'd told them not to give up hope. To help them keep things in perspective, maybe? To be stalwart and determined?]
Huh.
[His grin doesn't quite soften, but he eyes them evenly, without the flinted edge he'd maintained before.]
Sounds to me like you made a lotta great friends down there. Didn't hurt a single SOUL, did ya?
[The last two words come together with a low undercurrent redolent of a latent menace. No call to hurt anybody in the Underground, now ain't that right?]
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They hadn't hurt a single SOUL, yes.
But still, Frisk's head lifts. A single crack of their eyes, rusted over red peering up at them from between usually almost entirely closed eyelids. Their words are still soft, but final.
They don't hide from it.]
That time.
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Heh heh heh. Yeah. That time.
[Then he blinks, and the lights are back, the cold edge filed off the edge of his wide, wide grin.]
Guess there's no point in dancin' around it, is there? You know what my job is, and I know what you did. Get that out in the open straightaway. Glad we got that squared away.
[He crosses his arms over the stand's surface, leans over across 'em.]
Still. Sounds like you were on your way to figurin' things out, huh? 'Course, that might just be the optimist in me - but who'm I kidding, right? The optimist in me died a long time ago. [Look, he's literally dead and everything, you can indulge him for savoring some dramatics.] But I'm dodgin' the point. I do that.
We're here in this together. You, me, and your roommate. So long as we're here, there's no second chances. No going back on things once you're set on that path. Your roommate, they're pretty content to let sleeping dogs lie for the moment. Me? Heh, you know me. I don't do anythin' I don't have to.
So here's my question for ya:
You willin' to do the same?
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You didn't say that?
Yes they did. And Sans isn't the only one capable of looking at things; capable of seeing shifts and changes and words that had gone from some kind of awkward almost-politeness to a blunt compromise. You don't hurt me, I don't hurt you.
He knows what they did.
No he doesn't. He doesn't want to know, even if he thinks he does. And Frisk will take the blame if they have to, so he doesn't have to figure it out.
It's only fair.]
Yep.
If you can answer a question for me.
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Well, like he said. It's kinda his whole job. It'd be nice to not have to do the same kinda work here like he did back home. You know how he feels about work.
Sans leans back in his seat, one hand going to his pocket and the other forming a fingergun.]
Shoot.
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Heh heh heh.
His hand drops, lazily, like a scrap of paper caught on a cross-breeze, and he slides it back to his pocket. The look he gives them is no less hard, no less edged, than the one he gave them before.
Perceptive little kid, aren't they?]
Maybe I'm just too sentimental for my own good.
[He lets one eyesocket drift shut. The left one. No need to keep his other one on 'em just yet.]
Anyway, "promise" is kind of a strong word, don't ya think?
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A lady with an integrity like that is hard to say no to.
[Maybe
Maybe they're done here. Frisk stands, dusts off their clothes. Their companion whines, looking to Sans for a moment, then back to it's charge. Tail hanging low in what, for a dog, would be a universal sign of distress.
It knows something's wrong.]
...She told me to be good.
I'm going to try.
[Even if you never did.]
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They stand up, probably about to be on their way. He arches one supraorbital ridge somewhat critically.]
'Bout all any of us can ask of ya, isn't it?
[And there's the key word there. "Ask." Request, beg, plead, pray. Doesn't matter what he does. The anomaly does whatever it damn well wants, whenever it damn well wants it.
Maybe there's a guilt that comes with it. A reluctance. If there is, though, he sure as shit isn't the guy to go diggin' it up. He can't afford to. Can't afford to care anymore about the kid than he can anyone else, with one exception. One loud, dusted, exuberant, dead exception.]
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Because he's already made up his mind.
What's a kid supposed to say to that? What's Kid #1 supposed to say, when the ability to backchat and speak succinctly is an ability that went wholly to Kid #2?]
Bye, Sans.
[Nothing, that's what.
What they can do is leave.
They're good at that one.
So they do.]
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Can't afford to let himself slip with this one. Can't afford to let himself care. Can't afford to let the prickling of guilt in his ribcage rule any of his decisions, can't afford to be anything other than clean and transparent and direct.
He doesn't soften his stare or his smile. To do so now, after they've been so frank with each other - it feels like it'd be an insult. Like sayin' something neither of 'em mean.]
See ya around, kid.
[He folds his arms back beneath his chin and rests his skull on top of them, eyesockets drooping shut as he resumes dozing.]