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Event Log: Dazed and Confused

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Dazed and Confused event!
Where: All around the city
When: September 24th-October 2nd
Warnings: None!

On the 24th of September, you wake up and everything seems pretty normal. You've got to head in for your shift at the guard, or at the clinic, or wherever else people go- maybe you're visiting a friend, maybe you're checking out the library, but either way as soon as you step out onto your street, you're in a foreign location.

No, you haven't been transported anywhere weird. Well, not by anything other than your own two feet. And hey, you could recognize a landmark and know your way back from there! But somehow you turn left instead of right and now everything is confusing again. It's not that the city itself is changing, but rather, it's your ability to take direction and move in the way that you think you should.

On top of all that, of course, is the strange inversion of most abilities. Everything is topsy turvy with your various powers or individual skills, so be on the lookout for some odd changes. Maybe you're usually pretty good at reasoning and now you can't think your way out of a paper bag, or maybe you have fire powers that start shooting icicles instead- either way, it's weird. Hopefully you can deal with it without injuring yourself too much, but... well, it's kind of difficult to make any guarantees when you can't even find your way to the clinic when you accidentally break something.

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( having Confusion around is nothing but laughs for the clinic, especially that whole thing where people's coordination is screwed up when they're trying to heal, as well. Kate's been trying to hold back her regret of her vote with constant reminders that it's only ever temporary, that she can fix the organisational screw ups that occur at random when she attempts to do something on the admin side.

(all of this is easier said than believed.)

she's used to - should be used to - Ronan's demeanour, to his abrasiveness, but nerves fray in the face of the erraticness that are her powers at the moment and she bites her tongue and levels a glare directly at him. )

( Fuck's sake. )

( fine. breathe. he's here, he's gone, and as long as she doesn't touch him, it's fine. her powers could do anything now, it feels like.

(funny, she always thought she'd enjoy that fact a lot more.) )

Fine. What you got?

( she shifts herself a bit closer, careful with each step, arms folded around herself. )

[He blinks a little in confusion at the odd voice in the back of his head- the voice that sounds eerily similar to Kate's. He's heard voices in his head before, but this one seems to be originating from somewhere else entirely, and Ronan is hesitant for a moment before he just pushes forward and through it.

Ronan opens the bag, taking out a roll of bandages, some ointment, a needle for stitching- that sort of thing, and setting them on the table next to them both, demonstratively.]

This is the last of it until this fucking event is over.

[Which carries the implication that Ronan can't scavenge for things in this mess, while also not technically a lie, as he can't quite control what comes out of his head right now.

He turns his chin and looks at her with a frown.]

You know where it goes, right?

( one of the problems, the thing that confuses her most about the random firing off of her thoughts, is that the white noise doesn't always start up, doesn't provide any indication that it's happened, or with whom it's happened.

all of it useful. all of it probably going to end up lost or used for the wrong purpose, at this rate. she sucks air in through her teeth and stares at the items a moment too long, trying to place them into locations that can only be seen through a fog of forgotten direction. )

... Mostly.

( fucking hell. ) Give me a hand.

[Ronan rolls his eyes, annoyed that he has to help after he'd already brought the stuff in- and Adam isn't here right now, so he's pretty safe to make a jerk of himself. He grabs at the nearest roll of gauze, pushing it into her hands with a huffed breath.]

Here. Is this-

[He stops suddenly, feeling as if all of the breath has just been pulled out of his lungs. The inkling of faintness is immediately recognizable and his legs feel like they're about to give out, and Ronan's eyes widen just for a moment before an alarm clock falls out of his hand from literally nowhere.

The creation of it is unnerving- it plays tricks on the brain, because it feels like it's always been there, like maybe Ronan has been holding it the whole time, but at the same time, he couldn't have been, could he?]

Fuck- ! [He says it on an exhale while the clock hits the floor and goes off. The steel of the ringer slams against the two bells on either side of the circular clock, and one would expect a ringing sound- what emits instead is a strange instrumental type of noise.

This is bad. Ronan lets his eyes flicker shut and sags heavily against the table, too paralyzed by his ability to start to do damage control right away.]

( well, on the list of things you don't see every day--

Kate sucks in a breath, bites back the I told you so for now and drops the gauze back on the table to grab the alarm clock and attempt to switch it off before the instrumental continues to reverberate around the room and into her head-

Christ, that's headache-inducing.

(isn't everything right now?)

whether or not she manages to switch the alarm off, Kate will - at least - leave it on the table and grab a chair instead. thank Christ something goes right and she manages that without tripping over her own two feet or ending up in the office or something equally ridiculous. ) Sit down.

[Thankfully, the alarm isn't difficult to switch off but the sudden lack of noise doesn't do much for Ronan's sudden daze. He stumbles into the offered chair without so much of a thanks, his expression glazed as he just focuses on breathing for the next moment or two.

Normally, when this happens, he's asleep in his bed and he wakes into paralysis that lasts for a few minutes. When he's already conscious, there's something entirely different at play, and Ronan isn't sure how it's supposed to work, but he's pretty sure it's not supposed to be like this.

Still. A few seconds here, a moment or two there, and coordination slowly returns to him, the focus in his expression returns until he hones in on the alarm clock she's set aside with a frown.]

-you made me do that.

[It's still a little breathless, but more accusatory at this point than anything else.]

Caused. ( in reality, the word choice makes no difference. her powers still made it happen, but in the confusion and fraying that this resurrection has caused, one word seems like all the difference. like made means intent whereas caused just means it happened.

(or something like that.)

either way: she did tell you, Ronan. did warn that you should stay back.

but she is, at least, not as dazed as he is, and can manage to ask ) You alright? ( you're not about to have some power induced breakdown, are you? because hers aren't working well enough to analyse that. )

[He merely shoots her a short glare at the question, not really wanting to bother it with an answer. He's here, which means that he's somewhat okay, nothing is currently trying to kill him, and the alarm clock isn't dangerous, so much as it is annoying.

Ronan swallows hard, turning his gaze back to the floor where it had dropped. There's not much point in playing stupid now- besides, if she's in league with Bruce and if she actually cares about the clinic being supplied, then she should know better than to spill his secrets.]

It's not usually like that. You pulled it out of me.

( as if in response, she twists a hand in the air - a half-wave. this sucks.

(not so much the power in and of itself, which could be quite usable, more convenient than her actual power, but the lack of control. it stings, winds her up after all these years of keeping her abilities in check- keep your thoughts in check, lest every last piece of privacy really is broken between you and Marc. control your enchantments or they'll do all sorts of things they're not meant to.) )

Boosted your powers. ( she doesn't bother to hide, temper the slight bitter twist in her tone there. this is not how it's supposed to work. )

My powers.

[He says dryly, staring down at the alarm clock that gave the both of them away. Ronan doesn't know how well Kate has trying to keep her abilities a secret, but he knows that for him, knowledge of what he can do has been life and death in the past. Who wouldn't want the chance to create literally anything they can think of?

So Ronan reverts to threats- similar to how he reacted with Bruce, but worse because he doesn't know Kate as well, because he's slow to trust and Kate is still practically a stranger.]

If you tell anyone, I'll- [-I'll kill you is the obvious threat that comes to mind, but Ronan doubts his ability to follow through with that one. So after a split second of hesitation, he changes his tune.] -I'll stop helping. No more clinic supplies.

( she hasn't, really. can't, really, if she wants to use them at all. but that's the nature of passive powers, isn't it? one can't just look and know she can enchant things. and unlike Faith's powers, unlike many here, her powers don't become any flashier, any more obvious, when a crisis occurs.

(really, if you haven't seen her run, spring from rooftop to rooftop in ways a normal person can't, you'd be fully forgiven for assuming she's, well, human.) )

Who'd I tell?

( it's the only question, the only response from her. a way of saying of course I wouldn't without saying it. there's no real reason, that she can think of or foresee, that she would have to explain it. )

Anyone.

[And he means it- he's earnest as much as he is threatening, and Ronan doesn't touch her again, but he uses his height to his full advantage, for what he hopes is about as intimidating as he can get.]

Bruce knows. Parrish knows. Nobody else can be trusted. You understand?

[The paranoia is warranted, even in a place like this, where people with abilities practically run rampant. Ronan knows what people would do for access to his head, and he's seen firsthand what kind of horror that leaves in its wake. The less that people know about it, the better.]

Aye.

( she does. it might not be intimidating per se, thanks homeworld, but she gets it. it's serious to him. and even if she wasn't thinking of telling anyone in the first place, she confirms that fact anyway. )

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