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

[wipedclean]

[Well. Okay. Point taken. He grunts softly and stands up, in no hurry.]

You don't know how it works.

[That much was painfully obvious even from a distance.]

[feelslikeimspilling]

I disagree.

[ Will argued, despite the feeling that he should just drop the subject. ]

I believe this is, in fact, a tool. Away and means of controlling you, mentally as well as physically. I don't know who or why they used it on you, but I know it was far their own agenda... You're separated from them and believe me, I know how it feels to be away from something or someone that uses and abuses your body and mind for their own design.

[ He wanted to tell Bucky he as safe here, but he didn't know if that was true or not. What he did know however was that he felt he could help Bucky a little. ]

[wipedclean]

[He frowns at Will, not really fully understanding how he knows.]

But you don't know.

[Theory and practice were two different things, after all.

He's tense, anxious, suspicious. Sitting in the chair, he can almost hear his Hydra handlers speaking, telling him there can't be any witnesses. It's not an order or a mission, it's an echo of a memory, but it still has weight.]

[feelslikeimspilling]

[ Bucky had all the telltale signs of a broken man. And God knows Will liked to try and fix broken toys.

It was upsetting to watch, Bucky's reaction that is. The way he seemed too eager to hear a voice in command. What must they have been doing to him? Will, for once, didn't know what to say, not exactly. So, he said the next best thing, he'd ask the kind of thing Hannibal would ask him. ]

You're right, I don't know. So then, tell me about it? How does it make you feel?