hadriel_logs | Event Log: Fourth Wall, Part One

Who: Everyone in the city + Fourth Wall visitors!
What: Part one of the fourth wall event, hosted by Fear, Confusion, and Delight!
Where: All around the city
When: October 24th-November 1st
Warnings: Visitors from other worlds!

If you're not from around here, you may be wondering what's going on. You've woken up out of the blue in the colosseum, or near a temple, or in one of the numerous other locations in the city. You're somewhere underground and it's dark, cold, and maybe a little unnerving.

Luckily, shortly after your arrival, the road below your feet begins to light up in a gentle, warm glow. The light points you in a set direction and, if you choose to travel that way, will lead you toward the center of the city, where there is a large gathering of others who are lost here like you, people who might know their way around a bit more, and even some of the gods who rule this place.

There are lights strung up on poles throughout the large clearing, casting a comforting glow onto the tables beneath them. The tables are abundant with lots of food that looks simply delicious- though, none of it tastes quite like it should. The tarts taste like green beans, the mashed potatoes like cheesecake, and the chocolate seems oddly reminiscent of steak. In addition, there are decorations artfully placed around the meeting point. If you see them moving, don't worry- that's probably just your imagination.

Also distributed along the tables are shot glasses, filled with a sludgy, yellow substance. If you're brave enough to consume them, they taste strongly of mint and will give you a much needed energy boost, circumventing the need to eat or sleep for a full 24 hours! After that, however, everything hits you all at once, so use them wisely. Some of you may remember these shots from our How Delightful event earlier this year!

In addition to all of the above, there are also party poppers strewn around the area. Each popper can jet out some strange objects- glitter bombs, seashells, plastic dinosaurs, maybe a live lizard or two- so be careful! Feel free to use your discretion on these, but remember to keep it small!
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Of course, you can always not travel that way. The rest of the city has plenty of places to explore- maybe you'd like to stumble in our Silent Hill zone, have a quick look around the alien orchard, or check out any of the god temples that can inspire their chosen emotion. Be careful not to get lost in the tunnels leading away from the cave- none of them can actually move you above ground, but you may run into a few monsters on the way.

For those of you who have been with us awhile, please bear with the gods while they try to adjust around these new folks! Join in on the festivities if you like, or try to orient as many of the others as you can. Start a community outreach program, start a fight club, introduce your parents to your weird cave girlfriend- nobody's judging!

Well. Some of us might be.
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Enjoy the fourth wall event at Hadriel! Once you're settled in feel free to explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies.

Fourth wall characters do not enter with phones so they cannot reach the network- however, if you'd like to handwave that they somehow got ahold of Mello's Newcomer guide to avoid the 'where am I/what is this' sort of questions, then feel free!

Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers October 24th-November 1st.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well! Fourth wall characters will not have posting access, so grab an in-game friend if you wanted to do anything separate from the main log.
► Fourth wall characters will be in the city for at least one week, though they can stay for longer. The party will go on throughout the entire week, thanks to Delight's boundless energy!
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

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[All right, all right. Frisk closes the battle with a ridiculous, overly dramatic bow, the floppy ears of their hat nearly touching the ground before they spring lightly back to their feet and select * Flee. Flee, with your younger self in tow.]

It seems it must not be. Again, I must say - alas!

[But they're still grinning widely. This other them is - younger, slightly, they think. Decidedly different in appearance from themself, they of the white wool hat and oversized jacket and perpetually bandaged hands.

They wave, and choose to start things off light.]

* It's you!

[They of the wool hat indeed. Do personal boundaries exist when it comes to yourself? They'd like to think not, as the flaps of that hat are far too tempting not to touch. Soft, and almost like they should feel. Even then-]

Despite everything, it's still wool.

[Smiling this much almost feels unnatural. They weren't used to it before the Underground, and it looks like, once again, they've fallen out of practice.]

[Frisk grins, pulling the hat off their head to gently jam it over the top of their double's, just for a moment. They can see the longing there, or maybe they can just recognize it because they were, and have been, the same. It had been and still is almost unbearable to look at in how perfect a gift it had been - horns and ears, like a Dreemurr.

Chara had known what they wanted, more than anything.]

Look at you. A proper Boss Monster and everything!

[Just for a moment, there's a swelling of pride- a balloon that bursts in their chest and leaves something distinctly unpleasant there, instead, small fingers gently pushing the hat away. Sorry, other Frisk; you might deserve to wear the hat, but they aren't quite there yet. Perhaps they never will be.

Far be it for them to ruin their own good cheer.]

It looks better on you.

[It's a sobering reaction, but they can't say they're surprised any. It took them months before they were content to wear it. And even then, never where Toriel could see. They're not...they think that just might be twisting the knife.

They pull it back on their own head, slightly melancholy but - they won't debate the point.]

Chara made it. I mean...my Chara.

They did?

[They look surprised- but it's not a bad thing. That distinctly unpleasant feeling faces somewhat, and their lips are once again capable of pulling into a semblance of a smile.

Of course they did.]

Mine colors things for me.

[Frisk grins, unsurprised.]

They like drawing. Knitting too.

[They're not sure if there's a steady supply of thread or wool around here. This place certainly isn't as well-stocked as Wonderland is - or at least, it has a dearth of magic closets that will simply belch out whatever items are requested.]

Did you ever see that sweater they made? "Mr. Dad Guy"?

That was them?

[Perhaps they shouldn't be so surprised. Ever since they watched the tape together, it's been easier and easier to piece together just how much the Dreemurrs mattered to them.

Maybe they should look into what someone needs for knitting.]

...Are they happy? Your Chara.

Yes. They enjoy knitting.

[The words are quiet, perhaps shrinking in volume when they realize that they've spilled a secret that they perhaps weren't meant to say. Their expression crinkles briefly, but it smooths itself over again in the same instant.

Maybe it will help. If they could help them get closer, maybe that wouldn't be so terrible.]

Sometimes. [The word is even softer, and their smile borders on pained.] Sometimes no. But it's hard. And sometimes all you can do is just...be there.

[It's okay, other them. They see that look. And they won't ask further- at least, not on that. It's rather telling in it's own way, that they're still listening intently, thinking over the words said and answering carefully, but no less confident than before.]

I can do that.

[It's what they've been trying to do already. Maybe it's the only thing they'll ever really get right.]

Whenever they need me. I'll be there.

I know you will.

[That's one thing that Frisks can do, at least. They can be there when they're needed. Even if they don't always know what to say or what to do, at least they can be a secondary presence for a child who's always been or felt alone.

They can trust them to be there. They recognize that flinted resolve, the sturdiness to the words.]

You're important to them, you know. Sometimes you're the only thing they can bring themself to care about.

Event Log: Fourth Wall, Part One

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