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
► 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?

Comments

[skelebro]

[His grin might be a little bit tired around the edges, but it's sincere. He can roll with a subject change. He's a champion of not talkin' about stuff, so when he does, at last, trot that shit out to address it all direct-like, he kinda feels like he needs to sleep for a week.]

Hey, uh...don't sweat it. You and me might be the only two to really remember anything. Gotta watch each others' backs, yeah?

[Great job he did with that, both in his iteration and in hers, huh? Mettaton dead. Everyone dead. An evacuation doomed to fail, unless Alph pulls somethin' risky and untethers things from their brane just a hair -

But hey. That's purely theoretical.]

[sciencelizard]

[He wants to talk about this. Maybe not wants, really, but he's... okay with it. Watching her back.

Maybe she can do this right, this time.]

Y-Yeah. At least we... at least w-we have each other.

[She lets the silence sit for a few seconds, and then...]

So, uh, w-wanna get something for breakfast? Lunch? I don't know what time it is, but uh, there's food here, so! Might as w-well!

[skelebro]

Brunch, maybe.

[An automatic answer before he processes that this kinda indicates that...yeah. He'd like to. Can't promise that he can stay put all day, must as he'd like to. If a page like that's ended up in here, he's gotta make sure there ain't more spilled all over, every which way.

But, uh. Yeah. It'd be nice to stick around a bit. Wouldn't it?

Take a load off.]

But, uh. Sure. Yeah. [He's almost surprised to find that he means it.] I'd like that.

[sciencelizard]

Hehe. O-Okay.

[She's smiling, too. It's nice, to have talked to him. Even if they're from slightly different worlds... he's here. She's here. There's something to that.

After all this time.]

C'mon, let's s-see if Papyrus has replaced every food in the kitchen with pasta yet.

[skelebro]

[Sans manages a brief snort-chuckle at that. It ain't perfect, but...it's somethin'. It's more than he expected here. The page might be burnin' a hole in his pocket, but he can figure that out as the day wears on.

First, he's gonna eat some brunch with Alphys.]