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
► 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 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

[purpleknee]

[tries to pull him off the roof this time]

[skelebro]

[Geez, buddy. To retaliate, Sans pulls a little trick that might take Warrick by surprise.

He becomes dead weight. Surprisingly heavy, for a skeleton. That is, when he wants to be. Still wanna put all that work into hauling his coccyx off a roof?]

C'mon, at least wait for the streets to not be all demon-y before you try to push a guy off a roof.

[purpleknee]

[oh what the hell... Warrick huffs angrily and lets go, rubbing at his shoulder.]

To be fair, I wasn't pushing this time.

[skelebro]

[Sans lets himself drop into a sitting position with a bump, grinning irreverently.]

Your generosity knows no bounds.

[purpleknee]

I probably would have caught you before you hit the ground, if you actually fell this time.

[See! He's nice!!]

Besides, I've healed broken bones before, it's fine.

[skelebro]

If you're lookin' for someone to keep you in line, pal, I can say with confidence that it ain't fine.

[He might be cheery, but Warrick is playin' without a mess of context - like the fact that 1 HP means that Sans's bones don't break the way they ordinarily would. One wrong move and he's dust until Hope sees fit to draw him back to the world of the living.]

[purpleknee]

Mmn, I suppose.

[Fair point, it's true. Wait -- ]

I did not ever say that's what I'm looking for. I'm not! I can manage just fine.

[skelebro]

I'm pretty sure you'd've been considerably less fine if you'd actually gone and followed through with your little bee plan.

[purpleknee]

Unsolicited advice I happened to take.

[that's his story and he's sticking to it]

[skelebro]

I'm just sayin'. If you think unsolicited advice might get you further along than pushin' people off roofs...

[He lets the sentence trail off where it is, meaningfully.]

Might be worth considering.

[purpleknee]

Again, pulling.

[Super important distinction because he doesn't want to admit his wrongdoings.]

I'd rather you be on the lookout for hope-inducing opportunities, not trying to act as some morality compass that doesn't even listen.

[skelebro]

[He did attempt pushing first. Just puttin' that one out there.]

Maybe I ain't listening 'cause what you're saying tends to fall on the callous side.

[purpleknee]

[He didn't get as much sass for the pushing...]

Oh yes, that will surely improve my mood.

[skelebro]

What? You didn't want me tibia'nest?

[The puns are non-stop and come with the skeleton-shaped package Warrick, sorry.]

[purpleknee]

The honesty is fine.

[Bothersome, but most things were bothersome.]

Completely disregarding me is not.

[skelebro]

I ain't disregarding you. You wanted recommendations on how to induce hope, and I'm offering suggestions.

[So like, try being less of you, Warrick.]

[purpleknee]

You said you weren't listening! That's disregarding!

[can't stop won't stop until heart substitute is in stock]

[skelebro]

[Eh. Guess that just makes him a hypocrite. Good thing he's got a policy where he don't listen to hypocrites.]

You've made a lotta friends here, haven't you?

[purpleknee]

[FIGHTS URGE TO TACKLE SANS OFF ROOF]

I could have friends. You don't know.

[skelebro]

[Spoken like someone who doesn't have nearly enough. Sans chuckles.]

All right, yeah. You could.

I mean, hey. We're friends, yeah?

[purpleknee]

Hmn.

[He's not happy with this turn of events at all. Warrick crosses his arms -- at least that way he can guarantee he'll keep them to himself.]

Here I thought I disappointed you too much.

[skelebro]

Yeah, but if I stopped bein' friends with everybody who disappointed me, I wouldn't have anybody to talk to.

[And that's, uh...distressingly true, actually. Huh.]

[purpleknee]

Maybe you should lower your standards.

[To stop disappointing the people that disappoint you. Still dodging the friend confirmation thing, because he's...not sure he can deal with that right now.]

If you must know, I had a friend-ish conversation with somebody the day I was looking for hope help! And there's a girl and her dog that like me, I'm pretty sure. I like the dog, anyway, and the girl's fine. Back home I have lots of friends. [Compared to here and when he was a kid.]

[skelebro]

[There's something profoundly hilarious in Warrick telling Sans, he of the lowest possible standards (those standards being "doesn't kill people," and even that hasn't really been consistent given the way things are going with the kid that killed him), that he should find a way to cut them even lower. What do negative standards look like?]

You mean Miriam? [Sounds like Miriam.] Heh, that's good. She's good people.

[purpleknee]

Yes, her. [but mostly Barnaby, lbr...]

It feels like everyone knows everyone else around here. Kind of annoying.