hadriel_logs | Event Log: Fadeout

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Event Log: Fadeout

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Fadeout event!
Where: All around the city
When: November 15th-November 25th
Warnings: None!

The morning of November the 15th seems rather normal- that is, if you can avoid the glowing cracks in the fabric of reality tucked away among various streets. Still, they don't really seem to be doing much of anything and you can't quite see through them, so maybe they're decoration? This wouldn't be the first time the gods pulled some weird shit to shake things up around here.

By midafternoon, however, something changes. Cecily, in all her wisdom, decides to attempt to dispel one of these rifts, and the resulting shockwave sends tremors through the city. Tears throughout Hadriel open wider and allow for various demons to burst through and terrorize the various citizens. Demons will be tearing through in all corners of the city, though you can choose to avoid them if you like.

Look out for Pride and Rage demons, who attempt to brute force their way to you and feed off of your anger, steel yourselves against Despair and Fear demons who grow stronger as you give up hope, and definitely cross the street to avoid the Desire demons, who can take either male or female forms and will offer you everything you want if you just let them in.

Demons will either focus on attacking you or tempting you by taking advantage of and feeding off of your basic emotions. Agreeing to let a demon help you and mentally folding to it generally means that the demon will begin to possess you and start calling the shots- often using you as a vessel to hurt others and sow discord. If you happen to have any sort of magical abilities, extended possession can lead toward becoming an abomination after the corruption takes root.

So... you might want to avoid all of that. Luckily, there are some good things happening that can distract you- along with the demons, several nugs and fennec foxes will also pop up around the city, and if you don't want them to die a horrible death to a hungry demon, you might consider adopting them. In addition, you may find a random potion laying around- maybe this can help you fight off those demons, or maybe it'll make every nug in the city love you- or maybe it's secretly a jar of bees. Wouldn't be the first time you guys let bees in jars get a little out of hand.

► This log covers November 15th-November 25th.
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[There are times Carlisle regrets telling Miriam his change of address. He can tell before he opens the door, hearing muffled squealing beyond it, that this might be one of those days.

But he does open the door for her, stepping aside to let her in despite his reservations. He looks as though the recent events have been a little rough on him: the bags under his eyes are darker, his tabard is missing, his hair isn't as perfectly in-place as he'd normally like; however, he is up and he doesn't completely reek of alcohol, so he considers that a minor victory.

He might be glad he left his tabard off this day as he eyes the yowling box, his gaze darting to Barnaby as though the dog might protect him.]

You got me a box. A box that yells.

[Barnaby gives the box a derisive sniff, then promptly lies down on the floor. Miriam just laughs, thrusting the box at Charlsie. He needs a project.] It's just mad 'cause Barnaby almost ate it. But it's a present! And it's for you.

It?

[He's not sure he likes the sound of that. He looks at the box as though it may explode, but seeing how Miriam doesn't seem like she's going to take no for an answer (when has she ever?) he does take the container from her. It rattles in his arms; he tightens his grip, clearly surprised.]

Open it!

[Miriam bounces up and down, laughing. She got him a friend!]

It won't bite you, I promise.

Don't make promises you can't keep.

[He cracks open the box. The moment a sliver of light appears, the creature within nudges against the top. In bad news, Carlisle drops the box; however, he does catch the aforementioned creature as it leaps into his arms.

If the way he looks down at it is any indication, he was thinking of dropping it, too. He decides against it, as it is small and pink and... does, admittedly, look relatively harmless. Perhaps Miriam wasn't exaggerating.]

It's a... rabbit?

[He's really not sure.]

It didn't bite me. [Not even when Barnaby chewed on it a bit. It screamed for a while but it didn't bite. This, Miriam feels, bodes well in the grand scheme of things. Especially for Charlsie and his unfortunate tendency towards twitchness.] Dunno if it's a rabbit or not. It's bald. But it's cute and it doesn't run too fast.

[She bounces up and down.]

Thought you might like a pet. I woulda gotten you a cat or something, but I couldn't find one.

[He and Miriam have very different definitions of 'cute,' but he knows better than to argue with her. The creature sniffs at his face, at his neck, then at his tabard, and finally settles with trying to get a hold of his glasses.]

This is because I come over and pet Barnaby on occasion, isn't it?

Well, yeah. But it's good to have friends.

[Miriam keeps on bouncing.]

You like it? Him? I think it's a boy.

I... um.

[Better find something nice to say, Carlisle. Miriam is waiting.]

I've never had a pet before. I believe you know that.

[He looks down at the rabbit creature, which looks at him in tandem.]

It'll need a name.

[That might be him stalling on his opinion of it.]

It's not that hard. You just gotta think 'bout stuff a little different.

[Miriam holds a hand out for Barnaby to sniff, then rubs the dog's ears.]

You gotta name him. Ain't he friendly? He likes it when you scratch his ears.

[Carlisle frowns, but then mimics Miriam and gives the little guy in his arms a scratch behind the ears. The creature responds enthusiastically, pressing against his hand for more. It's a surprising reaction, if the way Carlisle's brow rises and a nervous smile tugs at his mouth are indications.]

He does, doesn't he?

[He steps aside, making room for Miriam and Barnaby to come into the house. He might not have the smell of alcohol on him today, but there are plenty of bottles of wine and spirits sitting in plain sight. He should probably clean those up.]

[Miriam skips over a bottle, humming to herself. The smell isn't unusual. Maybe a bit surprising. But probably not, considering everything. It's gotten fucked up again. People do what they have to.] Can I have this?

[She toes one of the empty bottles. It's blue and shaped a bit like a pine cone.]

It's pretty.

[He looks her way, then down to the bottle.]

I suppose. [He did rather like that one, but she was kind enough to bring him a rabbit... thing.] You, ah. Collecting?

I like stuff. [Though it's more accurate to say that Miriam hates open space and is always on the lookout for things to fill it with. She feels safer when her apartment is filled with pretty things. Blank walls and empty shelves make her nervous.] You've got a lot, anyway.

[She glances at him briefly.]

Didn't think you partied that hard.

[She is right. He does have a lot. He shoots her a sour look at her following comment.]

I was not partying.

[As if the notion was a ridiculous one.]

[Miriam gives him a curious look.] Then what? Why drink that much if it's not fun?

Because it gives me some small respite from the vexation of my own thoughts.

Oh. [Usually that's what drugs are for. Or at least that's what people tell Miriam. She shifts from foot to foot.] Does it work? My head gets all crazy sometimes but one time I tried cocaine to see if it'd go quiet and that wasn't so good.

[Mostly because cocaine doesn't actually work that way. But she'd already tried beer and that made her all fuzzy and sick feeling and that hadn't been good at all. Maybe Carlisle's got better alcohol, though, if it makes his head quiet.]

I cannot say it does work most times, though if you're looking for an escape from your own thoughts, there are probably better methods than the bottle.

[He's not about to ask what cocaine is, but it sounds just terrible, as do most things.]

[Miriam pauses.] Like what?

I'm not sure, but if you find out what it is, I request to be the first to know.

[He looks down at the rabbit-thing, which has settled into his arms.]

I have another bottle you might like, if you are a collector of such things.

[Look at him, exchanging gifts as friends might do. He steps into his room a moment, rabbit-thing in tow, and returns with a glass bottle shaped into the form of a bird.]

I can't say it's terribly practical for holding liquid, and I'm not fond of birds myself, but it seemed unusual enough to merit keeping at the time.

Yeah? [Miriam holds her hands out for it so she can get a better look.] It's pretty. Where'd you find it?

[Delight's bar, probably.]

[He passes it to her carefully, as though he'd break it any moment.]

It was when those fireflies were in town. I saw it in one of the stores and thought it'd be a shame to waste it on insects or ink. I had to fashion a stopper for it from another bottle, but I think the cork fits well enough, should you put it to use.

[Miriam turns the bottle over in her hands curiously.] It's nice and smooth. Pretty, too. Thanks, Carlisle.

Of course. You were kind enough to bring me a gift... of sorts. I should return the favor.

[He looks down at the nug, which in turn looks at him.]

Any idea what this creature eats?

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