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
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► 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

[repelling]

Barrington Whelk. Uryuu doesn't know much about Western names, but even he can tell that sounds like money, and the obnoxious kind. Which matters less than the fact of remembrance, the details.

"That's not bad," Uryuu muses. The name of his school, his own name, the murderer's, the location (another American), and at least the number of family numbers. That he wouldn't have remembered their names is sad, but it's the sort of sad story Uryuu's heard before. He knows how it goes.

This much is almost impressive for nearing eight years, but it could be he'd stayed around there, making it easy to remember the town and school. Uryuu's still not sure he should be ascribing his world's spirit behavior to Czerny-kun's world, but if it could apply, if he wasn't stuck on the murderer, the next most likely thing, same place. Ghosts tended not to go too far, not while in the living world.

Uryuu scratches his chin, then says what he should. "Sorry for staring. At first. I've seen spirits like yours, but never in their bodies."

Only, spirits like his, again... would have been, so been so close to becoming monsters, monsters Uryuu would have killed.

[casperdisaster]

Noah holds out his arms and looks down at himself before he looks back up to Uryuu, as if to say 'ta-da'.

"I only have a body because I'm here. Guess it's a participation award for showing up?" Noah is trying to not think about when he died a second time here. This is life number three. That's unpleasant enough on its own.

"Back home I'm - most of the time I can pass as normal person. If someone can see me at all. Stuck in the clothes I died in though. School uniform," He makes a face. "I burned it a few months ago. Never wearing that again."

[repelling]

Uryuu nods, mouth twitching at the show of it. Something like Kuchiki-san's situation. Only, her spirit, though technically dead, would not have been shocking in a body -- it's similar to the gigais the Shinigami use when visiting the human world, when needing to interact with it. A shinigami soul was nothing like that of a spirit left behind, slowly corroding until sent to Soul Society, or... it's a point over made, by now.

"Better than a T-shirt," he suggests.

How often could people see him in his world? How many? Uryuu's not sure if it's worth asking; the spirit sensitivity of people in Czerny-kun's world is interesting as a thought exercise, but not much use in practice.

That twitch becomes an actual smirk. "It looks pretty bad for someone eight years out to be still in uniform, huh? So..."

Uryuu looks from the skateboard, eyes again drawn to rusted red, brown, to the bottle of schnapps. "You got what killed you and liquor. If someone's sending you a message, I wouldn't take it."

About as close as he'll get, maybe, to overtly and actually worrying about his emotional well-being.

[casperdisaster]

The smile Noah gives manages to seem a little bit stronger this time around, if nothing else.

"I'm gonna hose the skateboard down, there's no skate park but there's good places for it." Whelk might have taken Noah's life, but Noah's not going to let him take the things that make him happy while he's got a body to make use of. "You know how to skateboard?"

[repelling]

Hard not to appreciate an optimistic approach.

But, uh.

"Um," Uryuu starts, thinking to hirenkyaku, to what he can do by gathering spirit particles beneath his feet. In the passages between worlds, it's... sort of like surfing? Surfing is not skateboarding, he knows.

It's one thing to say he doesn't drink. It's another to admit he can't do something. Even if it's something he has no interest in.

"...Technically, no. I've never tried." Obviously he'd be great if he did. No problem. It's just not his scene.

[casperdisaster]

Surfing is not skateboarding but it's also not completely dissimilar to skateboarding either. Like. A board is involved in both.

"I have another skateboard I got in the place I was before here - wanna try it sometime? Everything's more fun if you have a buddy."

Noah is trying to be optimistic here, okay. There's little else to do in his situation - it isn't going to change either way after all.

[repelling]

For a moment, Uryuu simply stares at Czerny-kun. No one has ever looked at Uryuu Ishida and thought, yes that guy, he is buddy material. Maybe Inoue-san, but Inoue-san was unique. Inoue-san liked everybody. Inoue-san would befriend a piece of toast. For a moment, he cant believe this guy is honestly offering him a go at his skateboard, looking for a skateboard buddy. Probably most people who did skateboard wouldn't look at Uryuu Ishida -- he wouldn't describe himself as a nerd, but he might recognize a certain, er, impression -- and think, yes, that guy, he is skateboard buddy material.

Skateboarding wasn't that big in Japan, and the kinds of kids who did it... again, really not his scene. were they cool??? or degenerates?? This sort of friendly, earnest offer... he doesn't want this sort of thing, right? Right?

"Uh," he starts, intelligently, then carefully, does not commit. "Maybe."

[casperdisaster]

The thing is, see... Ishida hadn't been mean to Noah.

He's shy and awkward - less so in Hadriel when he's got a body and time to learn to come out of his shell again, but he's still got the body language of someone who is used to being overlooked, being ignored. Someone who sets up all the flags saying that if someone is a bully, this boy right here would be prime target material. Ishida didn't do anything like that, so... yes, that's really Noah's only quantifiers.

His best friend from home, post-death, threw him out a window. Hell, Whelk killed him, and Noah hasn't really stopped referring to Whelk as a friend.

"It's okay if you aren't into it," Noah says kindly. "But if you want to give it a shot, give me a ring or something alright? I bet you'll pick it up quick if you try it. You look like you have good balance."

[repelling]

That Whelk thing wouldn't say much for Uryuu (or Czerny-kun, stand up for yourself), but there might be something in the simple fact that, Uryuu wasn't actually a cruel person. He could be cold, yes, and he could be cruel, but those he was most, deliberately unkind to, those he mocked, were those already actively trying to kill him. That had to give him a pass.

In fact, he might be cold, but bullies -- they were trash and should be taken out as such.

"I don't know if I'm into it," an admission, still careful, and he can't see himself calling Czerny-kun, "but..."

Flattery will get you everywhere. So, sure, yes, yeah, Uryuu might be cold, and he might also be somewhat, uh, conditionally if fairly full of himself -- but again, he's got the right, hasn't he? It isn't even his bias in comparative Shinigami-Quincy abilities. Even if it was a little different, the basis for his confidence, Uryuu knows --

and reaches, to adjusts his glasses, as he matter-of-factly says, "I do have excellent balance."

[casperdisaster]

"Yeah?" Noah smiles at Uryuu, like the possibility of him gracing Noah with his friendship would be delightful. Noah likes people okay, even if they also always scare him a little.

And it'd be a little nice to hang out with someone with experience at the whole dead thing, if only because he knows dead people rather than being one himself. "Maybe you'll be showing me a thing or two then."

[repelling]

That kind of smile -- two years ago, it disarmed, but he could better rebound those shields of cold distance. Two years ago, initially, even Inoue-san's brightest only briefly threw him, though he was thrown. In the months since, exposure to Inoue-san, to the rest, rather than building a tolerance, have left him vulnerable. He's less inclined now to turn aside, to brush someone off with something brusque and rehearsed. More inclined to accept it.

Responding to his bluster with such an easy, friendly smile, with a kind of agreement, playing along -- he's thrown again. It's just the sort of thing Inoue-san would say, with just her sort of smile. It punctures a hole in his bravado (as legitimate as it was).

"Y-yeah, maybe. Whenever you want."

[casperdisaster]

"Great!" Uryuu's agreement did a lot to change Noah's earlier maudlin mood. He's so happy to have made another friend - so clearly happy without any attempts to hide it - it's completely banished. Making new friends here, it goes a long way to dispel the depression that hangs over Noah and to banish it to the back of his mind where it quietly lives until the next weak moment.

"I'll look around for a good place then text you, okay?"