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.
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► If you somehow manage to die in this event, please let us know here, and also what the hell?

Comments

[seventyeight]

That's not what I--

[The temptation to say shut up is insanely strong, but he doesn't. He pinches the bridge of his nose instead. Find your chill, Mohammad.]

[After a moment, he gestures at the closet, which is very neat, right down to the rug. Except that wasn't there before.]

Did you put that there?

[silvercrusader]

[He wrinkles his nose at him-- don't be rude-- but takes a step forward. Behind him, Chariot disappears.]

No.

[And one can sensibly infer that Abdul didn't, so:]

Someone put a rug in your closet?

[Like: what? Is this some kind of reverse burglary? It's a pretty nice rug, he has to admit, but still: kind of a weird thing for someone to do.]

[seventyeight]

It's not a rug.

[Well, okay, it is, but it's not. He crouches down and unrolls it, inspects it. It's . . . about what he expected. It hasn't exploded. It's just a rug. It's fine.]

[It's so weird, though.]

It's something I've been missing. Not mine. But personal. I don't like that it just showed up here. It's not right.

[silvercrusader]

What is it?

[He peers over Abdul's shoulder, looking at it. After a moment, he reaches out, stroking it with two fingers.]

I mean, they brought us, and those weird shitty monsters, and those dragons. I guess after that, personal shit isn't exactly out of the question either.

[seventyeight]

[Automatically, he slaps Polnareff's hand away. Not hard, just with the back of his hand, but--it's done, and he can't undo it.]

. . . Sorry.

[His frown tightens, and he straightens the way it's leaned up against the wall.]

It's a prayer rug.

[silvercrusader]

[He shrugs. It's all right, that slap hadn't hurt, and anyway, he's more curious than willing to be offended.]

I didn't know you were religious.

[There's a lot he doesn't know about Abdul, Polnareff realizes.]

So, what, you . . . pray on it?

[It's a real question, albeit a stupid-sounding one.]

[seventyeight]

[That makes him laugh, just a little, and he relaxes in the shoulders because of it.]

I do pray on the prayer rug, yes. I haven't here.

. . . You're meant to pray facing Mecca. I don't know where that is from here.

[silvercrusader]

Oh.

[He glances around, as if some sign might appear. None does, and so:]

Mecca's in Saudi Arabia, right?

[That was east of Egypt, yeah? So . . .]

You could pray east. I mean, that was where it was back in-- back home.

[seventyeight]

Hm.

[He glances at Polnareff. He's really trying to help, isn't he . . .]

I suppose it would be better than nothing. I don't know. I'll think about it.

[silvercrusader]

Yeah.

[He glances back over at the rug.]

I gotta say, better you than me. I haven't prayed in years; the last thing I need is one of these fake gods sending me a bible and a picture of my mother glaring.

[seventyeight]

[That makes him laugh, just a little.]

Well, at least it didn't send me that. Omm has quite a glare.

[silvercrusader]

Om-- oh!

[This is the first time he's heard of Abdul's mother, and he's intrigued despite himself.]

Yeah? I can't imagine you ever doing anything that'd earn a glare.