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Entry tags:
- !event,
- ahsoka tano,
- allison argent,
- alphys,
- armand,
- bianca,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- castiel,
- chara,
- cole,
- dean winchester,
- emily,
- faith carr,
- flick,
- frisk,
- gren,
- hannah washington,
- henry cheng,
- henry percy,
- jill valentine,
- jo harvelle,
- l lawliet,
- lea,
- maketh tua,
- mello,
- miriam day,
- nick valentine,
- noah czerny,
- pell,
- river tam,
- sam winchester,
- sans,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- tiny tina,
- ushahin dreamspinner,
- will graham
Event Log: Keepsakes
Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Keepsakes event!
Where: All around the city
When: October 15th-October 19th
Warnings: A bunch of random crap.
What: The event log for the Keepsakes event!
Where: All around the city
When: October 15th-October 19th
Warnings: A bunch of random crap.
Well, Hope and Delight are messing with the door again, but at least this time dragons aren't involved, right? This attempt goes a bit better - sure, no one gets sent home, but if everyone will just look under their seats, they'll find a FREE [INSERT SOMETHING YOU MAYBE DIDN'T WANT AT ALL HERE]! Awesome! So nice! Yup, throughout these few days people will be finding things from home - something they loved, something they used all the time, something they hated, something they totally forgot they even had. All sorts of cool stuff!
Well, they might not actually find it. Their neighbor might, or a complete stranger. And who knows where it could turn up? At the park, half-buried? In the Silent Hill zone, kept safe by a horrifying monster? Or hey, maybe in somebody's underwear drawer. Awkward. Better try to find your stuff, or find the owner of whatever weird crap you found. It could be something important.► This log covers October 15th-October 19th.
► 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 somehow manage to die in this event, please let us know here, and also what the hell?
peppermint;
And yet it does, the color and the smell when she sniffs along the seam. Schnapps, she remembers as something that Steve liked, that first drink at Castiel's party. A while ago but not that long. Not that time matters, not here.
Not anywhere, really.
She opens the cap and sniffs. Puts it back on, puts the bottle in her bag, and sets out to find a glass.
Can't be sneaking drinks direct from the bottle like someone with terrible manners. ]
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Does this look like a duck to you?
[Noah asks without looking up to see who's come in. He's pretty sure the design on the glass looks like a duck when you hold it in the right light.]
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[ River comes to stand on the other side of the glass, titling her head and looking at the glass curiously. ]
But she has something to drink.
[ She pulls out the bottle and shakes it. ]
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He's seen a ribbon like that wrapped around a bottle like that before. It's one of the few clear memories of life he has left. Mother's, for her birthday, set aside only to have her troublemaking son find it before dinner and well that had been such a scene he'd caused, even in the long history of scenes the Czerny boy made at parties.]
Where - where did you find that?
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[ She looks at this stranger, looks and Sees and feels and gasps and looks away. A memory of mothers, a memory of deaths. ]
It's yours.
Can she have a little?
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Noah smiles, a small, shy thing, but not afraid. There are certain types that ease the constant fear that stained his soul with it when he died with it taking over his heart.]
Yeah. Yeah, absolutely. Here.
[Noah sets the glass that is not a duck down, gently nudging it towards River while he grabs another heavy decorative one for himself as well. He unclips the water bottle from his belt to set on the counter too.]
It's strong though, heads up.
[He'd been so sick the next morning after drinking the whole bottle. Did he have to go to the hospital? Logic would dictate, but that memory is gone like so many others. Degraded, fallen away like leaves on a tree in the autumn.]
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She picks up the glass and raises it, empty, in a toast. ]
She's never been drunk but she's been sick before.
Had a sip of Schnapps before, at Castiel's party of games.
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[Noah, being a good host when it appeals to him to do so, takes the bottle but pours River a little first. Just a very little since it's so strong - he can pour more if the burn of it doesn't put her off too much.
She looks like a teenager, or at least as old as Noah was when he started drinking, it's probably fine. It isn't like there's any cops here to arrest them for underage drinking.]
You gotta exhale before taking the drink. Lotta movies show it the other way, but it's the contact with oxygen that makes the liquor burn.
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[ She nods at Noah's sage advice and takes a breath, letting it out evenly before swallowing the alcohol. It burns, but very little. ]
Like candy, [ She repeats, and nods. ] It's good.
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He sets down his water bottle near River in an offering if she needs it, he always keeps it full, and he gives her an applause at the easy way she took the shot. Like a pro.
If only mom could see him now, really. Well, she'd probably be to preoccupied with 'only son who was murdered having a living body again' to really focus on sharing liquor with girls possibly even younger than himself.
Noah downs his shot with practiced ease too, giving a long exhale after.]
Like drinking melted candy canes.