hadriel_logs | 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.

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Cars are such important things, they can hold so many memories inside their steel frames. All his friends have ones important to them for their own magical reasons, so it isn't at all surprising to him that Dean has such a connection to his own. Doesn't everyone?

He nods at the question to check the rest of it out, curious to how it holds up to the memory that had replayed in Dean's dream.

"Of course. I'm a wimp, sure, but... this is important."

Noah's been... way too good of a kid to him, he's gotta admit. There's maybe something stupid in the fact that he wants to thank him somehow for putting up with his bullshit and now for putting up with his car hanging right by the Zone into Hell, and he appreciates it more than he truly knows how to say. And so he's grinning up a storm instead, just ecstatic to be by his car. His home. The place he grew up, has spent more hours of his life than any damn city combined.

He may have been born in Kansas, but he was raised in this car. He's been indoctrinated into his life out of this car, learned how to be half the things he is, in this fucking car and there's nothing he can do to change any of those things. And so maybe he's just a little attached.

Nothing he can do to help it.

"Checkin' out the trunk first--" Dean makes his way around the car, nodding his head to Noah to join him along the way, still dragging his touch gently along the car's surface, as if might evaporate away at any given moment. It's only a few steps around the car, and then Dean's popping open the trunk, giving his nose a quick scrunch as he stares into the sheer emptiness that's in there. Granted, the devil's trap is still painted on the underside, but the vast lack of his weaponry is almost starting and yet he almost shrugs, noncommittal and unbothered.

"Fuckers took my shit." Well, can you blame them, Dean? It's not like you owned a rocket launcher or anything... "Guess I can't be all that surprised."

Noah is pleased as punch to trot along after Dean, in a way that is not dissimilar to baby ducks. It took him a little to get his head wrapped around the fact that Dean is older than him since their first meeting was in a dream and all but Noah's adjusted.

And Dean is exactly the kind of bad influence he'd flock to when he was alive, to be honest. It makes him feel alive in a good way.

Noah huhs at the empty trunk, not sure if it was supposed to have anything (but taking a picture of the Devil's Trap because that's some awesome heavy metal shit right there) until Dean comments on its absence.

"Did they? What'd you have? Was it alcohol?" Noah might cry if it was filled with liquor like Dean was an old timey bootlegger and it has now gone missing.

"Guns. Tools. Anything you could possibly use to kill a demon and then some. Even had a-- y'know, doesn't really matter."

Dean shrugs an absent shoulder as if he can just get over it all that easily and he can to a certain extent. He didn't actually think he'd get all his shit back, that'd just be too much of a dream come tree and he shoots Noah a placating sort of look, something easy and unbothered. He could be a hell of a lot more upset about this, but he got his car back and that's what matters, that's what counts in this and Dean is mostly just pleased as punch about that.

So they took his arsenal, his shotguns, his everything. So what. Life goes on. He's managed to stay (mostly) alive here, he can keep that job.

Shutting the trunk gingerly, Dean dusts his hands off and then nods back up towards the front seats, a grin already working its way across his features. He's gonna get inside his car if it's the last thing he does, and Noah is welcome right along with him. Which is to say, he kind of wants the company, so he doesn't drift off right then and there, someone to show everything off to, someone to make sure it's all real right along with him.

Event Log: Keepsakes

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