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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-10-14 11:08 am

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.
► 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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[personal profile] kickingand 2016-11-06 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.