hadriel_logs | Event Log: Dead Men Walking

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Dead Men Walking event!
Where: All around the city
When: September 14th-September 20th
Warnings: Zombies. Walkers. The Infected. Zeds. The undead. Risen.

Everything seems more or less normal in Hadriel on the 14th - at least at first. But wait, who's that over there? Why are they walking so weird? Are they feeling okay? Wow, did they just try to bite you? Oh shit, you might've seen a movie like this before. That was definitely a zombie.

But hey, it's no big deal. A few zombies here and there are pretty easy to avoid, especially when you can outrun them without too much trouble. They're only really dangerous if they're fast or if there are a lot of them, and they sure aren't fast! Only - well, before long, there are a lot of them. You can hardly go outside without running into one, and mobs form quickly. Went out for supplies? Let's hope they didn't follow you - you might get stuck in that shop, mobile corpses pounding on the door. Oh, and don't stand too close to the windows of your house. They'll be more than happy to smash the glass trying to get you.

Don't worry, though! A hard blow to the head will take these zombies out, and you'll be sitting pretty, as long as none of them bite you. None of them bit you... right? Wow, what a relief. We're all glad you're not concealing a life-threatening zombie bite from your friends! Who would do that, anyway? Now if you can manage that until the 20th, you'll be safe and sound as the zombies shamble out of the city. Hopefully you won't be shambling with them.

► This log covers September 14th-September 20th.
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A story that only I'll have heard?? Wowie! I am excited to hear it!

[The scratches at the door forgotten, Papyrus fixes both eye sockets on Sans now, in anticipation for the story.]

[Sans - he keeps one eyesocket on the door, but nothing seems to be caving in or breaking, so he starts off with one of the few subjects he can say he's got any sense of expertise about.]

Lots of stories start with "once upon a time." Not all of 'em, but plenty do. This one, though. This one doesn't start with "once upon a time." Nah, this one starts with a star.

[He leans back against the cushions of the couch, letting his sockets drop to half-mast as he draws up a narrative from somewhere in the posterior of his skull.]

It was a lonely little star. See, there were no other stars nearby, and all it had to pass the time was the surrounding emptiness of space. Space is real, real quiet. No sound passes there. So the star could talk to itself, tell itself stories, but it couldn't even hear 'em. So the star just hung there, on and on without end, and every day was the same.

[He pauses. There's still scratchin' at the door, but it hasn't increased in tempo or pitch, so he continues.]

But one day, everything changed.

[Papyrus stays quiet, listening to the story begin with rapt attention. Sans is the best at telling stories, and it has been a little while since he's gotten to listen to one. He definitely wants to avoid missing a word.

He's pulled into the story immediately, feeling sorry for the lonely star. Papyrus doesn't know that much about space, didn't know you can't even hear anything in space, and, oh, the poor star. It doesn't even have a brother, or any way to hear a brother's stories in the first place. Papyrus clutches the neck of his scarf. He can't imagine an existence like that.

Papyrus can never keep quiet for long, though, so at the hanging pause of the story's introduction he interrupts with a whisper, a loud whisper but a whisper all the same.]

How did things change? Did it find a friend?

Well, along came this little piece of rock. Bit bigger than most pieces of rock you see floating out in space. Maybe it was the remains of a meteor, or an asteroid. Maybe it came from a whole 'nother world.

Point is, it gets close enough to this star to pick the star for its home. And at first the star is trying to talk to it, say hello, y'know, introduce itself to its new friend. But the rock doesn't answer.

What the star doesn't know is that the rock hasn't really figured out what it's gonna be yet. It takes a long time to work things out. Years, years, and years go by. And all this time, the star is watchin' the thing slowly round itself out, grow larger and larger. It forms a big molten core and its own gravity pulls other debris in. And soon, because the star kept the rock warm and shone its light down on it every day, life started to form.

[His tone is quiet and thoughtful as he continues, eyesockets lidded - not drowsily, but in near-silent contemplation.]

Grass started to grow. Then flowers, then trees. Then animals, monsters, things with hearts and lungs and minds. And they breathed in the air made by the trees made by the light from the star, and they lived.

[Papyrus listens attentively, picturing it in his mind as the scene is described. His eyesockets lid as well -- drowsily, though, in his case. In whispers, he gasps when he realizes that this is a story about the sun, about the Earth.]

Then... the star made its very own friends. A whole rock full of creatures. How nice.

[He yawns, and adjusts himself a little, hugging a couch pillow to his skull.]

[Sans smiles, nodding. Papyrus looks to be nodding off about now, which is good, 'cause the story is just about wrapping up.]

The star made its very own friends. For a long time, it didn't know it. It watched the life start to form on the new planet's surface, and didn't know what to think. It had been so alone for so long. How could things have just changed?

Finally, the creatures of the planet spoke to it.

They said, "we came here to thank you."

They said, "we came because you gave us light and warmth."

They said, "we came because there is no star like you in the entire universe, and we knew you would be ours."

And so the star watched over the creatures of the world as its very own. It gave them light and sunrises and sunsets. It gave them new dawns to look forward to. It gave them hot summer days and a golden sky, and it was happy, for it was no longer alone.

[Papyrus can't help but smile after a happy story like that.]

I'm so happy for all of them.

[It's mostly a mumble at this point. After a short while, his voice is replaced by snores.]

[He pauses as his brother drifts off. Lulled to sleep by the soothing sounds of his brother's tired voice, accompanied by the backdrop of zombies questing for something that don't even have flesh to chew on.

He waits a few moments more, but Papyrus is well and truly out of it. He settles back against the couch's back and contemplates the ceiling.

His smile softens.]

Yeah. Me too.

Event Log: Dead Men Walking

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