hadriel_logs | Event Log: Keepsakes

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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.

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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[Maketh is nursing a mug of strong coffee - extra espresso - and debating exactly how best to handle this. Clearly the gods have been meddling again. This is hardly the first object she's found that had its significance to her acquaintances. However, none of them had been quite this--

Well. Personal.

Not exactly the sort of thing a person wants to find on their nightstand.

Though, Maketh supposes, it's better than a severed hand. Probably.

She sets the bag on the table with a sigh.]

Your name was on it.

[Please, by all the stars, can they not discuss the contents?]

[The moment she sees it, Emily recognizes it.] My bag!

[That bag, the one she'd snapped at Matt about, the one that had gotten them out of the lodge when shit started to go crazy, the one that eventually led them to the fire tower and the mines.

She grabs it, starts to unzip it--

And then the smile drops from her face, replaced by a frown.] Oh my god. Did you look inside it?

[Maketh keeps her eyes firmly down on her coffee. This conversation has the potential to turn uncomfortable at any moment, and she's not keen on discovering exactly how much.]

I would rather not discuss it.

[Too bad you don't actually get a choice in the matter.]

Oh my GOD! [Emily unzips the bag all the way and rifles through it -- not much of a task, given it only contains exactly two items, but it's worth the check.] You can't just go looking through people's shit, what the fuck is wrong with you!

[Maketh covers her face with a groan. Nope, it's going to be awkward.]

I had to make sure it wasn't a threat!

[Though now that she's actually sitting across from the bag's owner, Maketh is starting to wish it had contained something dangerous. A grenade, maybe. That would have been nice and simple.]

It's a little pink bag, what the fuck kind of threat did you think it would have!

[Not that lacy lingerie can't be used as a weapon, but it's not that kind of weapon, no matter what all those dumbass action movies try to tell you.]

This is like, really personal, oh my god! What the fuck, do I look like someone who carries around anything more dangerous than pepper spray?

[Which she doesn't, by the way.]

I was following standard protocol!

[Maketh can just feel her face burning. By all the damn stars in the universe, why is this happening to her?]

I--I assumed it was some trickery by the gods!

[Maketh drags her hand away, glaring down at her coffee. This was a foolish idea. She should have ignored the whole matter and just left it in front of Emily's door. Or better yet, tossed the bag into the caves for the monsters to devour. Not brought it here for a round of public humiliation.]

Of course I would check the contents before bringing it to you, I'm not a fool.

[Well. That's debatable.]

[Oh god. Oh god. It's finally starting to set in that Maketh -- soldier mom -- has seen Emily's lacy lingerie, the expensive pair that makes her look so good and takes her mind off the inherent overthinky awkwardness of getting intimate with Matt.]

God fucking damnit, Maketh. The worst shit anyone's gotten so far is the severed hand Matt and I woke up to.

[Maketh is staring at a place beyond Emily's head on the wall, and trying very hard to ignore how much her face is burning.] W--well I could not take that chance!

[Though now she's really wishing she had.]

Well, you should've!

[CHRIST. Emily sighs heavily.]

Okay. You saw it. You don't tell anyone about this, got it? Jesus shit. [She would've liked to find it herself, surprise Matt with it. At least the latter is still possible.]

[Maketh huffs, glaring at the wall.]

I have no intention of telling anyone.

[She'd rather forget this moment happened in the first place.]

[If Jess were here, she'd tease both Emily and Maketh about this. Emily almost wishes she were here, just to make this less awkward by maling it more so.]

Good.

[While she's here (because like hell is she going to bring this up again if anything happens to be missing), Emily checks the contents of the bag. One lacy bra, one lacy pair of panties. (She manages to do this without pulling them out of the bag. She's got skills.)]

Fine. Thanks, I guess. [It sounds like a dismissal; it's the best she can do.] This is-- I thought I'd lost this bag on the mountain.

[Maketh hesitates, face still burning.] I--didn't know that.

[It's a reminder that what happened on the mountain wasn't meant to, that however it ended, it had been intended as something else. An outing, like the ones Maketh used to take with her fellow cadets in the Academy. A way to drink and forget and occasionally flirt. A way to release tension before their leave ended and it was promptly forgotten the next day.]

[As if to herself, and for lack of much to say in response, Emily nods.]

Matt and I went to go look for it early that night, and-- I don't know, maybe that saved us from some of the shit that happened, or maybe it took us right where Josh wanted us.

[Maybe he had a plan. Though wouldn't he have expected they'd go call for help? What would've happened if the police had come up to the mountain, only to find out the fucking slasher film they'd been put through had all been an elaborate prank?

God, that night-- it's still such a mess. Parts of it still don't make sense.]

I'd forgotten all about it. [And now here she is, sentimental over a bag and lacy lingerie. Goddamn.]

[Maketh takes a drink. Her face is still burning, but the tone of the moment feels different now. Something else. She clears her throat.] Do you want to talk about it?

[Emily bites back the no she would normally have snapped back with. Does she want to talk about it? About that night, about all she went through by herself and with the others?

It's been months. Things are better now. She can do this if she wants to, right?]

No. [She can't. It's still upsetting, still painful. There's a scar on her shoulder to remind her it was all real.] Not-- not right now.

[Because Maketh is someone she can trust now, and it might be good to talk with her about it. Later, though. Not now.]

I'm gonna go. And next time you find something of mine, call me first?

All right.

[Maketh isn't sure she's the right person for Emily to tell, if she ever does. It ought to be someone who can help. Trauma has always been something she's ignored, pushed past. Bad memories don't hurt if you forget them.

Maketh nods, more to herself than Emily.]

All right. I--I'll remember.

[She hesitates.]

I didn't mean to embarrass you.

[It's totally cool if you forget, soldier mom, but Emily will remember it too. Sometimes, the person you least expect would be, is the best one to talk to.]

Yeah, well, neither did I, but the gods had other ideas.

[Maketh huffs. No matter what they do or why, the gods find some way to make it difficult. Once she'd thought it punishment for something - a form of hell, if you like. Now she has other ideas. Sadly they have not provided solutions.] Indeed. I suspect they'll claim we ought to be thankful for this soon. As if it makes up for what they've done.

[Actually, given the fun she and Matt are going to have with this, Emily is inclined to be grateful.

That and it's nice to have her kimono and to know she'll get a chance to wear it.]

Right? [She rolls her eyes.] But yeah. Thanks. I'll see you around.

[She's suddenly pretty excited to show this to Matt, though you'd best believe she's not showing that excitement.]

[Maketh sighs. Well, at least she has her coffee to calm her nerves after all this.] All right. Just--stay alive.

[Over the past few months, Maketh has been compiling a list of people in Hadriel who are not allowed to die. Emily is among them.]

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