Event Log: Keepsakes

[hadrielmods]

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.

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?

Comments

[skelebro]

[The words curdle through the quiet, and his smile snaps back into the place it always sits. Rigid, uncompromising. Smug and enigmatic and knowing. Makes things a hell of a lot easier.

The red slaps him across the skull like a verbal gauntlet, thrown and clattering on the ground in the form of a single word. A formless challenge. Do not dare progress, Sans. Do not dare - heh. Do not dare pass GO.

Do not collect two hundred dollars.

He doubts they'd find that as amusing as he does. If only darkly. Dryly. With numerous caveats, all painful, the same he way he finds anything amusing.

Sans laughs. Dry, humorless, empty.]

All right. Fair enough.

[Still don't know which...

Well. He'll figure it out sometime, won't he?]

I won't tell 'em if you don't want me to, kid. You know that, yeah?

[somuchlove]

[They could use a dark joke to slice the air between the two right now. But it's probably not worth it. Chara was too angry and Sans...the child didn't know how he feels but it's probably nothing good. To see a picture of everyone happy and their faces blotted out by red. Having died back home and then see something that looked like a promise of what he couldn't have - or may have had - and it's all gone.

* You feel like screaming.
* But you don't.

Instead Chara just stares at him. No point at breaking eye contact now. Whenever Sans works up the courage to look at the photo he'll find out what they've condemned themselves to. But until then, they'll keep to this.]

I would appreciate it. My partner has enough to deal with.

[skelebro]

[He huffs out somethin' approximating a laugh, or a snort, or something along those lines. It's dry and as mirthless as he is, and don't mean a damn thing except to cut the silence blossoming between them, make it seem more palatable than it really is.]

Well, we can agree on that, at least.

[He's, uh. He guesses he's worried about 'em. About Frisk. About the way they handle things. About how they don't seem to factor themself into the equation any.

He teach 'em that too, did he?]

[somuchlove]

[Chara remembers the first time they broke something.

It had been a legitimate accident at the time. Just a stupid potted plant. It's not like they hadn't been scolded before but then they didn't feel bad. The first time they acted out of line and it felt great not to feel bad.

But that's not the point they're trying to make. It's just that right now Sans reminds them of that potted plant. They want to break it again. They want to break him again.

The sound of ribs snapping stop them in their tracks.

* Because you can't do it, can you?

...why is Chara even bothering with the narration. They instead nod and turn around to leave. If Sans has anything else left to say, he better say it now. Otherwise they're gone.]

[skelebro]

[There was nothing left to say. He feels like garbage, but that ain't new. He feels like he should say somethin' else, but that ain't new either. He stands there with his hands in his pockets. Hatin' what he's just condemned them to. What he's condemned himself to. 'Cause even if he pulls up that photograph and figures which one they chose - he ain't ever gonna know why, is he?

To spite him?

To prove a point?

Or simply 'cause they felt they deserved it?

He's got no clue. So he doesn't ask. He doesn't say anything at all.

He lets 'em go, because that's what he's best at.

Letting people go.]