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hadriel_logs2016-10-14 11:08 am
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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,
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- 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?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18eaNSxhK5c
At first merely taking stock, he is not yet in impending danger of offending an extremely formidable person. He walks around the tables, peers at the cloth and materials, lifts one pattern for inspection, resists the urge to reach into his bag, retrieve a pencil, and make a note.
At first that, but then he sees it.
Oh, and what a glorious it.
White cloth. So much white cloth. As he approaches it,
his eyeglasses anime glinting,Uryuu recognizes it must be a bed sheet. Taking hold, Uryuu wrinkles his nose against the smell, notes, a little perplexed, the glitter, and shakes it out. His thumbs stroke over the fabric, feeling that thread count. His arms spread it wide. Yes, Queen. He could get two to five yards out of this, enough for -- perhaps not a whole uniform, but if he's careful --That is how Uryuu Ishida would have definitely stolen from the shop of the worst person to steal from, if not for the extremely fortunate happenstance that the single piece of cloth he took, had actually been dumped there by the Door.
After taking advantage of the tables to make a few markings and measurements (with his own tools, at least), Uryuu sees himself out, intending to head right back to his apartment and get to work. Why not just do it there? He might be getting the sense there's someone he should speak to before making himself comfortable. ...which didn't stop him from taking the sheet. ]
i should have known there was going to be at least one animal house reference in here somewhere ...
( a fact which he is also currently in the dark about, considering one cannot infer another's heritage through text. )
the fact that there are things just ripe for the taking where the shops are concerned notwithstanding – henry has taken to resigning himself to the fact that they are never going to have what he desperately needs.
hair products.
but that hasn't stopped him looking, because hope springs eternal, or something along those lines, and he's about to swing in to check for what could possibly literally be the umpteenth time when he spots uryuu. decides to divert and say hello. ) Uryuu! Fancy meeting you h–
( there's a bit of a pause, and he takes a small moment to study the bundle of fabric in his arms. he knows it has to be ludicrous to recognize – or think to recognize – something as standard-issue as a plain white sheet, but as he likes to think, that had been a rather memorable night –
and that is a rather memorable sheet. )
Where did you find that?
at least i've done it... we can put it behind us; pointless 1/2 just for icons oopz
His eyes widen for it, but recognition's easy. That weird but harmless guy, Henry Cheng. Who gets a little weirder by not finishing his greeting. ]
Cheng-san?
[ Not that, given the limited options in the cave and the overall size, any chance encounter would really warrant a fancy that, but -- Cheng-san's staring at the sheet. He can tell that much. The question's a given, though Uryuu's not sure what's so remarkable about it. Granted, he was drawn to it, but for extremely particularized reasons.
He jerks his thumb over his shoulder, back toward the building. ]
The sewing shop.
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Nice find, right?
[ If Kurosaki or Kuchiki-san was around, they might think poor Henry Cheng, exposed to Uryuu Ishida in the throes of this sort of thing. Of course Uryuu isn't thinking that. He's brimming with having found all that white cloth! ]
It isn't a cheap sheet, either! I've worked with a lot worse. I didn't think I'd get this lucky, but there it was!
don't look at me i'm resting but i never got to finish writing this yesterday 8|
but making yourself a general nuisance, putting yourself in close proximity to another's personal space –
that is a surefire way to, at the very least, assure the fact that you're on their radar. that is something henry has always been adept at.
that he doesn't finish his greeting is neither here nor there, because while there are very few, if any things that he would have thought to find from home in this place, that particular sheet that uryuu is holding like he's just found the holy grail of bed linens is not on that list at all. isn't anywhere close to it. isn't even in the same solar system as that list. and it makes him pause, because even though a sheet is just a sheet when it all comes down to it, the night he'd worn it had been a memorable one, one in which bonds had been forged and plans made, friendships begun in the small hours of the morning around a shared bottle of high-dollar alcohol.
and at the very least, he hadn't quite gone the way of philosophical rants. merely suggested a trip to venezuela, after insisting that one ( 1 ) blue sargent had been in dire need of getting out more. and a passport. everyone needs one of those.
he's never seen someone so thrilled to find a sheet. much less one that has already been worn as a toga, and still clings to the remnants of the night it had happened. ) A nice find, indeed. But I have to interject – and this is going to sound incredibly strange, and you're probably going to think this fellow has lost his mind, but hear me out.
I know that sheet.
( yes. here we go. nothing can possibly go wrong. ) Egyptian cotton, eighteen hundred thread count – ah, I knew there had been glitter involved. My memory gets a bit fuzzy after a bottle of gin.
LOOKS RIGHT AT YOU 1/3?
Uryuu does, indeed, think he's lost his mind. ]
ah the virtues of spam for also shortening tl;dr for one round
3/?
What?
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fin;
[ Oh, come on.
But it's just too weird to be made up. Even a weird guy like Henry Cheng would have no reason to randomly run into him, see him holding an enormous white sheet, and pretend it was his.
...but, he holds it a little tighter. ]
ilusfm
that's just how things go.
henry waves a hand dismissively, because even though the other says he doesn't care why glitter, he's about to get an explanation anyway.
and why didn't you ask why it smells like it does? why you gotta focus on the glitter? hm? ) Odd things happen at parties. Especially when they're mine -
( he gives a knowing sort of grin, one that pulls the line of his mouth into a slight curve, perhaps more mischievous than anything else. ) But yes, it's most certainly mine. You never forget a sheet when you've worn it and little else for a night.
( yeah. you just let that sink in. go right ahead.
we'll wait. )
1/?
Parties. Glitter. Cheng-san keeps getting weirder. And then-- worse-- most certainly mine and OH, COME ON, it is still just a bed sheet, but-- ]
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. . . ]
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[ Uryuu SHOVES it away from him, still holding it by fistfuls, but regarding it with disgust probably more appropriate in a much younger person fussing over cooties. ]
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I-Is that what that smell is?! That?!
[ (Uh, Uryuu, what do you mean by that...?) What was he doing in only a sheet?! (No, Japan doesn't do toga parties.) And doing in it? ]
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Don't answer that!
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fin;
Cheng-san wouldn't have said anything if he didn't want it. If it didn't mean anything to him. This abundance of quality white fabric... with its smell and it's glitter... Uryuu has no right to it.
Uryuu grits his teeth, marches to Cheng-san, and summarily (dramatically) dumps it into his arms. ]
Fine, here.
[ He then spins around to start walking away djdbfjdjd sorry about the whirlwind of his idiocy. ]
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and it's about the time that uryuu starts stalking off that he picks up after him, trailing the ends of the sheet behind him ( and miraculously not tripping over them ) before he has a chance to get too far ahead.
by which we mean earshot. ) It was a toga party! One of the finest the world has ever seen, I'd wager. There will never be another like it. ( a pause, and a thoughtful hum, even as he tries to gather up the sheet more properly.
so. much. fabric. henry how did you not trip over yourself wearing this thing? ) At least until my next soiree. Which will, of course, be bigger and better.
( now is not the time to think about that crap. )
If you don't mind my prodding, what were you planning on doing with a random sheet that you happened across, even more by random?
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More, why does Uryuu slow when Cheng-san calls out with clarification he no longer wants? The tension keeps between his shoulders, muscles tight, bones high. He hasn't the right to this much indignation, he knows, but it's hard not to feel a salty mixture of disappointment and sheer fluster at this turn of events.
He looks back, over his shoulder, trying to comprehend it. A toga party. What, they dressed in togas? That was the whole point? Why? This was something people did enough of for there to be a finest, even if Uryuu doubts it was objectively the finest?
It all sounds strange and stupid, and he doesn't really want to ask. So he doesn't. About that. ]
You're going to have a party here?
[ So he's this kind of guy, too. Weird theme parties and aspiring to bigger and better ones. He doubts he'll get far with a toga party, but also suspects Cheng-san wouldn't do the same thing twice, even if in two very different places.
And Uryuu does mind, but he's still too out of sorts to think better of snippily answering. ]
I was going to make clothes.