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.
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► If you somehow manage to die in this event, please let us know here, and also what the hell?

Comments

[verinumeri]

[ Which swiftly becomes an aggrieved sigh, if one still largely devoid of grit, given the lingering effect of the complaint's contents. ]

You are right, unfortunately. I'll hear about it.

[ Any point to attempting to backtrack, suffer through this conversation, and hope to prevent Mr. Sans seeking Newton's opinion? No. The latter will happen regardless, now. He's sure of it.

Hermann tucks the paper in a notebook that may or may not have a surplus of rainbows and a kitten on it, then turns back to Mr. Sans. ]

Enough of that. Has anything of yours turned up?

[skelebro]

Nothin' of consequence.

[An easy lie. There's a photograph in his jacket pocket that he still ain't had the courage to withdraw and study at any length. It's just a reminder of a choice he made. A choice that he made them make.

But he's always known he's somethin' of a coward.]

Interesting notebook you got there.

[verinumeri]

[ Hermann raises his eyebrows.

But, he says nothing.

Really, he expects Mr. Sans to lie, now. Especially if it matters. It is surprising enough that he would acknowledge receiving anything. To say that he had, but not of consequence, suggests it is of consequence -- or he may have said more.

May have.

May not have.

Hermann doesn't even bother giving him a pointed look, not beyond the eyebrows. He also is not fooled by Mr. Sans's easy deflection, the shift to the notebook that should be embarrassing. He sniffs, tilts his chin, and rolls his eyes. ]

It was all I could find in the stores.

[skelebro]

Suits ya.

[He laughs, 'cause that could not be further from the truth but it's quaint in its own way, and Newt probably gives him an endless stream of crap for it anyway. Very amusing crap, probably.

He ain't really sure how to properly raise the topic he should mention - the whole "by the way, if you find anything that looks like it's written in hands, don't look at it too close 'cause it's written by someone who don't exist anymore and has maybe a fifty-percent chance of breaking your brain if you give it the time of day" thing is kind of a tough subject to broach. And on top of that, without hinting what his connection to it might be.

Still. They're kind of a pressing issue. A real pressing issue.

"Is it just me, or did the gods decide to shower us with some especially esoteric confetti this fine day?"

Nah. Too direct. The doc would see right through it. The - heh, this doc would see right through it too, huh?]

I'm guessin' I should keep an eyesocket out for any other, uh, strongly-worded letters of yours?

[verinumeri]

I think so.

[ b l a n d l y, because he will not be embarrassed by necessity. Newton is, of course, delighted. Endlessly. Ceaselessly. The joke has been beaten, and beaten, and resuscitated to beat it again.

Not that Newton's notebook is much better.

At the question, Hermann shrugs, a frown beginning to slant his mouth, crease in his forehead. ]

I suppose. I don't know how the PPDC kept them. If one turned up, more might.

[ A natural followup might have been to offer the same. Only, Mr. Sans's earlier vague answer gave him little to work with, had begun to foreclose the avenue in his mind. It does not occur to him to ask whether he should keep an eye out for anything of Mr. Sans, when the most he has for context it, nothing of consequence.

Instead, he mutters. ]

Of all the ridiculous things... then again, with the computer, I won't complain.

[ SHOCKINGLY, given the subject. ]

[skelebro]

[Privately, Sans is of the mind that Hermann just kinda writes stuff up all professional and the like to unwind. Like his equivalent of yoga and a day of kickin' back and relaxing. He's pretty sure he'd find a way to complain about every aspect of Hadriel life, given enough time. In fact, he's pretty sure he will. And he will categorize it perfectly and word it very professionally, 'cause that's just what he does.]

Hey, that's pretty handy. Alph got hers too. Real nice of the gods.

[Presumably that's what's causin' the whole kerfuffle, as that's what causes most kerfuffles. Cause, effect, you know how it is.]

[verinumeri]

[ A fair assumption. More than fair. Arguably highly accurate.

Once he gets it powered, the computer will make it so easy to begin writing proper complaints about Hadriel, yes. He had not wanted to waste paper or chalk before.

He might.

Be looking forward to it. ]

Yes, as it happens, we found one another's.

Nice is an interesting choice of word, given it is clearly an unintended result of tampering that may yet kill us all.

[skelebro]

But it hasn't yet, so I'm considerin' it a win.

[Simple enough. If an anomaly is kind, an anomaly is kind. If it ain't, it ain't. Pretty linear logic, even if the morality there, the ideology - well, that's anything but.]

Should'a figured you two would get along.

[But Sans's tone is one of unmistakable fondness. He's got such cool friends.]