Event Log: Fadeout

[hadrielmods]

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.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you are murdered by a demon, become an abomination, turn your insides to sludge with a potion, or just throw yourself from a rooftop to end it all, please let us know here!

Comments

[sciencelizard]

[She can't help but giggle. Leave it to Sans to adopt something because it'd be more work to get rid of it. But he does seem to be enjoying himself, and she is too, so... it can't be too hard! Can't possibly be harder than the Amalgamates.]

Oh, j-jeez. I don't know. None of the Mew Mews have animal counterparts like this. Especially because I don't know, uh, what it is yet.

[The nug climbs over her feet again and plods over towards Sans, sniffing at his leg.]

Do you have any, uhm, ideas?

[skelebro]

[C'mon, does Sans look like a guy who employs a lotta time and effort into finding names for things? His pet rock was just "Rock" for the longest time until eventually Papyrus referred to it just the same, and it got stuck with that thoroughly uncreative descriptor.

Sans fishes a 'dog out from his pocket and offers it to the nug in question. Wonder if it likes 'dogs?]

"Fox," maybe.

[His grin is of the unapologetic shit-eating variety when he glances up at her.]

[sciencelizard]

[She lets out a fake-exasperated sigh.]

Sans, no. You are s-so not naming your new pet 'fox'. They need a good name! Would you like to be called skeleton??

[The nug sniffs at the dog, and takes an exploratory nibble and then immediately recoiling at the explosion of fluff. It doesn't seem like that's what it expected to find, and it even seems a little spooked by the whole ordeal.]

What if... we gave them m-matching names? Or something that rhymed?

[skelebro]

Carbon and Dioxide.

[Never mind the fact that Sans well and truly does introduce himself as the skeleton to the human whenever they pass on through. But aside from a handful of mathematical-slash-scientific terminology puns, he ain't got a whole lotta ideas.]

We could call one Force and the other Distance.

['Cause what do you get when you put force over distance?

A lotta work, mostly.]

[sciencelizard]

[She giggles, because ohmygod, that's so nerdy.]

O-Or hydrogen and helium! Or, uhm, Flourine for fox and... oh, darn, there isn't an element for R or Ra. Plus that's uh, more of a mouthful and h-harder to remember. Hm.

[skelebro]

Heh heh heh.

[This is gonna be a horrendously geeky between the two of 'em, and he privately cannot wait.]

I dunno, maybe that name looks a little too tachyon the both of 'em.

[sciencelizard]

[She lets out a groan. Ohmygod.]

Saaaaaans, noooooo. They have to have, uhm, really g-good names! Something that suits them.

[What... does suit them, though? It's a little hard to say.]

Maybe, uhm... Neptonium and Plutonium? Because these animals are, uhm, from out of this world.

[It's kind of a pun. Almost.]

[skelebro]

[That gets an absolutely delighted chuckle outta him. He sounds genuinely amused, too. Papyrus is gonna scream at them for weeks about this.]

Oh my god, Alph.

Or we could go with somethin' a little more sulfuric.

[sciencelizard]

[She's giggling on her own when he laughs too. Making science jokes with Sans. Like the old days, but... better.]

Saaaans! D-Don't be so borong. Besides, mine doesn't even have fur.

[But seriously... what to name these two. Hmmm.]

Maybe we can just pick our favorite elements? Then again, I d-don't really know what my favorite element is.

[skelebro]

[Borong. He snickers. Alphys, man. She gets all the nerdy jokes and it's fantastic.]

What? They got mass and volume don't they? It means they matter.

[sciencelizard]

[One more groan, this time accompanied by a little push.]

What about Krypto and Xena? Like, uhm, Superman's d-dog and the warrior princess. Those are based on elements and p-pop culture.

[skelebro]

Are they?

[Alphys would know better than he would, he's gotta give her that. He regards the pair of their new pets, considering.]

Really, we gotta whole mess of math-based wordplay at our disposal. P and NP. Milliard and Trilliard. Natural and Rational. Mandelbub and Mandelbrot.

[They could even be "Bub" and "Brot" for short. How 'bout that?]

[sciencelizard]

Ooh, ooh, that w-would be so cute!

[Bub and Brot. Omg.]

Okay, which one should be w-which? Then again, I guess it doesn't matter so much. I think, uhm, yours might l-look more like a Brot though.

[It's completely arbitrary what they 'look' like for a name, but she does seem to have preferences. Or at least opinions.]

[skelebro]

["Bub" and "Brot" it is. He likes it. It's just the right combination of nerdy and ridiculous.]

Then I can say I brot 'em home.

[He sounds positively delighted about the pun potential there.]

[sciencelizard]

[Another long groan. Oh my god, Sans.]

Y-You are the worst!

[She shoves him playfully, but she's smiling still.]

Well, I guess t-they can come home now that they have names.

... I hope t-they eat, uhm, the same food we do.

[skelebro]

[Sans laughs. He is, indeed, the very very worst, and he proudly owns that fact.]

I mean, if not, we can give 'em some of that leftover dragon meat. There's plenty of it.

[Mostly jerky, but...Brot here is a fox, somethin' canid, and canids like meat, don't they? Probably. Should be fine.]

[sciencelizard]

Yeah, I mean, t-that sounds about right. I think uh, s-some animals like this eat grains, too? But there's not much of that down here. Are there potatoes? S-Someone should be growing potatoes.

[Maybe they should, if only for the alcohol. Then again, the bar seems to provide that from just about anywhere.]

I hope they don't eat grass.

[skelebro]

There's an orchard and everything. We'll probably be good.

[He gives his newly-named fox a little pat on the head. He dubs thee "Mandelbrot."]

Even if I can't eat non-magic food, I doubt it'll be a problem for these two.

[sciencelizard]

How have, uhm, y-you been getting magic food, anyway?

[She's just been eating the stuff she finds, since she can technically eat human food. She sure did consume all that pocky that fell down, even if it was waterlogged and she kind of regretted it damn near immediately.]

And yeah, they'll probably just, uh, eat w-whatever. Maybe even Papyrus' spaghetti!

[skelebro]

Makin' it, mostly. Or enlisting Hope.

[Skeletons can last a long while yet without food, technically, not that it's all that comfy for yours truly. Still, though, he makes do. Like always.

Sans laughs at that one, more than a little amused.]

Finally, a way to clean the plates.

[sciencelizard]

Well, I guess t-that works.

[She does laugh at that response though.]

Maybe we shouldn't. I mean, if we can't eat it... I d-don't want to get them sick or something.

[Listen, we all love Papyrus. Not so much Papyrus' cooking.]

I guess, uh, we s-should get them home, then. Make sure they're out of the uh, d-demon zone.

[skelebro]

Yeah, sounds about right.

[He adjusts the newly-christened Brot in his hood and offers a hand to Alphys.]

Wanna take a shortcut?

[sciencelizard]

[Alphys scoops up the new Bub in her arms and takes his hand, gently. If Sans wasn't... well, Sans, and if she wasn't her, this would basically be a Disney movie.

Too bad they're both disasters and not in love or there'd be a wicked musical number about now.]

Sure.

[skelebro]

[Eh. Whimsical musical endings are highly overrated. Do Disney princexes ever get to plunk down on a ketchup-stained couch and watch horrible movies together with greasy burgs in hand?

Nah. He didn't think so.

He takes 'em both out.]