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

Comments

[hotspurred]

[Henry watches, nodding in approval at what he witnesses. It seems as though she has the technique down fine.]

Naturally. I would have involved myself even had you not asked.

[His interest in her armour is unmistakable.]

[mismanagement]

[That earns him a grin.] If I can detach the jetpack, perhaps I will let you borrow it. Have you ever been flying, Henry?

[hotspurred]

Never. 'Twas not possible.

[Henry replies, awed by the prospect.]

Truly?

[mismanagement]

[Maketh grins at his expression.] Oh, yes. We might as well, no?

[If nothing else, it ought to be entertaining.]

[hotspurred]

Certes.

[Let it not be said that potential risk to self has ever daunted him.]

How works it?

[mismanagement]

[Maketh has to think about that for a moment. How best to explain?] Well, this device here-- [she taps the jetpack] --fires out a burst of hot gas, which propels the wearer through the air. If one steers correctly, of course.

[hotspurred]

Hence the soot.

[Still, he retains some of his puzzlement.]

How does it sustain itself?

[mismanagement]

It has an internal power source that creates a spark, which then ignites the gas. [Maketh grimaces.] One has to be careful not to light themselves on fire, of course. Or damage the gas canister. Or rupture the power core.

[It's also a very tempting target in the field. There are advantages and disadvantages.]

[hotspurred]

[Henry gives a laugh at that. So not entirely different principles from a cannon, minus the gunpowder and destructive intent. How does one even discover such a thing? But he can see that the gains outweigh the risks.]

Little wonder that your armour is shielded.

[It reminds him that he really must speak to Kate about enchantments. He still has hopes of being able to give Maketh the protection of his power.]

[mismanagement]

[She huffs, thumping her first against the chest-plate.] You can understand why the Empire didn't adopt the design. Too unwieldy. But I think I can repair most of it. We could use the advantage.

[hotspurred]

Good.

[It would be a pity if any of her mother's legacy (or, more precisely, this particular portion of it) had to be abandoned. He sets a hand on his hip.]

I will not argue that.

[mismanagement]

[It's something. A weapon in their hands, a means to protect Hadriel. And perhaps something more, though Maketh isn't sure she has the words for it just yet.] This place is very strange.

[She grins suddenly.]

It's not all bad, is it?

[hotspurred]

[It's a good expression to see on Maketh. He smiles.]

No.

[And that is the truth.

His gaze briefly flicking down, Henry then says:]

Now let us move your armour to a safer place.

[mismanagement]

Ah, yes. [It ought to be racked, at the very least. Then she might get a sense of what repairs need to be made first, what parts she will need to gather. Break it into steps, make it sensible. Maketh nods, more to herself than Henry.] Yes, let's do that.

[hotspurred]

Wish you to keep the trunk?

[Henry asks, nudging the battered and scorched container with a foot. If so, they can just replace the armour and he can carry it all for her -- though not until after the inside of the trunk is given a wipe clean.

Personally he would forgo it, wreck that it is.]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh eyes it.]

...until I find something better, I suppose.

[It smells, for one thing. And probably survived a moment she'd rather not think about.]

[hotspurred]

[It's not a very convincing answer.]

Your armour would be safe without it.

[He points out.]

We could take a rack from the armoury.

[He has no qualms about doing so, given that they've paid an emotional cost for everything here.]

[mismanagement]

[He's right, of course. Maketh sighs, feeling her shoulders drop. It's just a box. One that's been broken beyond any hope of recovery. It's not a betrayal if she gets rid of it.] Yes, I--all right.

[hotspurred]

Very well.

[With his foot, Henry pushes the trunk aside, so that it no longer obstructs the clear path to his room. He then bends and begins collecting some of the pieces of Maketh's armour, ready for transporting wherever she wants them to go.]