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

[skelebro]

[They just kinda pet his arm, cautiously. Like he might break any second. Which...heh, near enough to it, right? He could, conceivably, break at any moment. Splinter like glass. He closes his phalanges over the SOUL, and it vanishes, blinking back into his chest.

He huffs out a faint little chuckle. Sorry they yelled. Sorry they got angry. Full of apologies, this kid. Full of apologies and not a one of them feel like he's earned 'em.]

Nah, kid. This ain't on you, like I said. Your, uh...Chara knows it. [He remembers he knows their name now, since Papyrus said it plenty of times during game night. Not just somethin' given over without their consent, simply 'cause Shadow hadn't known that he hadn't known.]

I figured since they did, you both did. Not sure how much of a common knowledge thing it is, heh.

[save_theworld]

[They're not hard to say, at least. No less sincere, but Frisk is pretty sure they have plenty to apologize for- and very few people about who should hear them.

Your- Chara. That's a good change. Not just a descriptive word tossed about with the standard implications making it loud and clear, but their name. He doesn't even have to tell them that he's made progress there; maybe he isn't even aware of it.

The fact that he's given them their identity back.]

I didn't. We- don't talk. About it.

[A jerky sort of shrug; what else is there to say?]

...Are you sure you don't want the pie?

[skelebro]

[They don't really talk about it. Well now, what's that supposed to mean? He can't imagine they don't at all, period. That don't make a whole lotta sense.

But then again, uh. Well, he never really talks to Papyrus about any of his problems either. So maybe it ain't so strange.

Sans laughs, softly, not without a specter of melancholia pinned behind the sound.]

It means a lot that you want me to have it, kiddo. Really, it does. But I think, uh - I think you need it more, yeah?

[If only from a purely utilitarian perspective. Better not to assume this is somethin'...well, he doesn't really do sappy. It doesn't become him.]

[save_theworld]

[Does it mean a lot, really?

What's scarier? Having been through something with someone so many times, and finding out you don't know them at all, or...

Or having to deal with the script being taken away, and proving it? You know what my job is, and I know what you've done.


Do they?

Does he?]

...Alright.

[They've never put it in the freezer before.

Hopefully freezers work just as good as Dimensional Boxes.]

[skelebro]

[He smiles. Granted, this ain't really all that strange. He's always smilin'. But the smile's got a bit more to it than his usual ones. A bit sadder, maybe. A bit warmer?

Hard to say, really. After the way they took care of him -

Well, he supposes there's a lot, a whole lot between the pair of 'em, that goes unsaid when it shouldn't.

He gets back to his feet, rolling his shoulders to readjust the way his jacket falls around himself.]

You've earned it, kid. [That's, uh...probably a lie or somethin'. An embellishment at best, which he ain't really about. He's not really sure, so he does what any guy in his position would do, and switches subjects.] Pretty weird day we're havin'.

[save_theworld]

[Is there something wrong with taking care of someone, and never expecting the same in turn?

At least he showed them a place to live. How's Alphys turning out, roommate wise? Kneeling down, Frisk collects the pie up off the floor, handling the plate with as much care as they're able.

They have something else they should give him too, don't they?]

...Yeah, it's weird.

[It can wait.]

Did you hear it downstairs? The music box.

It's not raining here.

[skelebro]

Yeah, I heard it goin' off.

[His hands go back into his pockets. Real nice tune, it was playin'. Soft and mournful. He's not sure if it should be remindin' him of anything, but he remembers what the statue was for. Memorial for the king's son, the story that everybody remembered. 'Cept Mettaton chucked it out and turned the whole thing into his patented ego palace.

Sans likes the guy well enough - can't not like a guy who lets you perform at all his venues - but cripes, he can be a real dense bag of bolts sometimes.]

Waterfall, right? Nice tune.

[save_theworld]

[It might not remind him of much good, but for Frisk, it reminds them of plenty.

Maybe that's one secret they don't have to keep.]

When things were okay-

[When nobody died.]

I used to make it play all the time.




[So

That's a good sign, right?]

[skelebro]

[That's right. You gotta do those extra steps, huh? Statue don't play at all if it's wet. But there's a handy bucket of umbrellas just a few steps away.

'Course, showin' a mite of kindness to a statue don't make you a cut and dry good person. It might make you sentimental. It might make you easily entertained. It might make you nostalgic. It might just make you curious.

But in the given context - he thinks it might mean something.

Something important.

He elects to keep that in mind.]

It's a real pretty tune. Statue used to be mounted up on that fountain in MTT Resort.

[save_theworld]

...The memorial fountain?

[They

didn't know that. And it almost feels...like they've taken something they shouldn't have, despite the fact that they never really asked for it to be here at all. Is that okay, then? If they've taken something, but it was out of their control?
No. The answer is always no.
There's nothing they can do past a slight shrug.]

It's nice. I'm glad it's here.

[skelebro]

Yeah. Memorial fountain. Ol' MTT moved it to make way for his beautiful rectangular face.

[Kid seems like they ain't really sure what to do with that information. Sometimes he forgets - forgets they don't really know everythin'. Forgets that so few of them do, honestly, have a single clue about what's goin' on.

So what do ya do? You turn it into a joke. A one-off gag.

Hilarious.]

But, hey. [His grin softens, incrementally.] Me too. It's a nice little song.

[save_theworld]

...Of course he did.

[Did that sound almost resentful? Perhaps just a little. It's easily shrugged off, or at least- it's stowed, pushed back down as Frisk straightens and collects themself, returning to some sense of what could be considered normality.

Still the faintest hint of a smile on their face, but all good things come to an end, don't they?]

Sorry again- for, um, bothering you.

[skelebro]

You didn't bother me, kid. Always good to see an old pal.

[Maybe that was too on the nose. Too on the old nasal cavity. Either way, he ain't sure what they mean by that, that Of course he did that sounds a bit sharper than is typical for them. Maybe they didn't like the old rustbucket. He is kinda an acquired taste.

Ah, well. He's got things that need doin' anyway. Pages that need findin'.]

Anyway. I should probably go help Papyrus. He's been tryin' to get his racecar bed in the house.

[save_theworld]

[They can't quite believe him. That they haven't been a bother.

But it's been a weird day, and they aren't the type of child to chase such things. He can keep his secrets, just like they're keeping their own. Like he's letting them keep their own.

Plus... Papyrus is very important.]

Okay. Good luck.

[They hope it helps him have good dreams.]

[skelebro]

Thanks, Frisk.

[He takes a shortcut outta the place as soon as he turns the corner, wavin' a quick little goodbye with one hand before he's outta there.

Not sure why he dropped their name like that, 'cept maybe - maybe he can make it more of a normal thing. Fewer nicknames that skirt right on by who they are. More of just calling them the way they are.

Like some kinda honesty, maybe.

He doesn't know.]