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hadriel_logs2016-10-14 11:08 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-10-14 11:08 am
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,
- jo harvelle,
- l lawliet,
- lea,
- 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?
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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. )
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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.