Event Log: Why Do You Have To Be Mad?

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Rage event!
Where: All around the city
When: December 15th-December 20th
Warnings: None! Well, potentially rage-induced destruction and fighting and maybe a tiny bit of murder? So, nothing out of the ordinary.

December is usually a time of festive holiday cheer... unfortunately, Hadriel isn't the sort of place that respects holidays. Rage has decided that it's time she's given her due and has put on another event! Unfortunately for everyone in the city, this event means that all characters are given a particularly aggravating pet peeve that entirely sets them into a flying rage.

See someone sleeping? They're now the object of your ire. See a tall building with a bunch of windows? Suddenly, all those windows need to be smashed. Fights are breaking out with depressing regularity, and a couple of them might be severe enough to injure someone in a bad way.

Look out for your fellow prisoners in Hadriel, and do try to figure out the categorizations of each person's issue fast- falling into these cycles of anger isn't good for anyone and is bound to make someone mad if you treat them wrong. Conversely, instead you can just find someone who has the same loathing as you and let your feelings amplify one another; after all, the best sort of friendship is one that's formed by mutual hatred!

► This log covers December 15th-December 20th.
► 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 get too caught up in your feelings and start a fight only to see that the person who pissed you off was really good at fighting, or if someone blew up the building you were kinda living in, please let us know here!
► As a final note, if you were not sorted and you would like to be, then please let us know in response to this post!

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[circumitus]

Right now, Rey's anger against the totally normal and mortal act of slumber trumps any verbal offense Sharon could have committed. She's awake, for one thing, being a perfectly productive member of Hadriel society by offering contributions of pillows.

Even then, she doesn't cast her gaze away from the growing fire, now fed by useless cloth that no one has any business needing. Yes. That'll show everyone how it's done. When Rey exhales, a puff of smoke escapes her mouth. Almost as though she is smoking, but with no active cigarette on hand.

"Needs more than that," she says aloud, picking up and tossing in the fancy bedsheeds Hope had gifted her for killing a whole lot of shit. It was still in its original package, having never been opened.

[unitas]

"I can check the other shops," Sharon offers. She had only strolled through one of the various shops around town, grabbing the first (and fluffiest) of things she'd seen, and immediately migrated towards the rising smoke. Smoke equals fire and pillows burn oh-so-quickly,"I bet there are more bedsheets or fucking duvet covers out there somewhere."

And, seeing as she was never a fan of the duvet cover and all its thick bounty, burning a couple of them sounds like a damn near enjoyable thing given her lack sleep.

[circumitus]

Fucking duvets. With their soft fluffiness and silent 'T' in its French spelling. Just the word alone makes Rey's blood go hot.

In fact, she is hot. And in the literal sense. Her skin is like a sweltering iron, heatwaves rippling in the air around her. It's no mystery as to where the fire had come from.

"Mm. Had plans of doing something like that as well," she says lowly, her eyes not leaving the curling plastic as it melts away within the flames. The smell is just about as awful as one could expect.

[unitas]

The scent of burnt plastic is acrid and Sharon's nose wrinkles, tasting it on the very back of her tongue. It makes her stomach curl in on itself despite the giddy satisfaction she gets from watching the items burn. As they melt away, she turns her attention to Rey, watches her watch the fire.

The other woman looks as if she could use a dip in a pool, the heat coming off her physical. Sharon has control over fire, but it clearly does not work the same way Rey's ability does.

"You all right?" She finally asks. For all the rage in her chest, she can't press back the curious worry.

[circumitus]

There is a moment where her mind just blanks.

After spending days already on little rest before the anger had settled in, the sleeplessness has its toll, even on something like her. Of course, she had to feel tired back then. Had to eat. Whether or not she was meant to enjoy these things, it didn't matter, so long as she got to play human during those years.

What the fuck do you care? is what Rey would have asked before all of this. But she's found that the resentment she had towards Sharon is by far overpowered by her irritation against one's basic for sleep. She doesn't know why it pisses her off so much -- it just does.

Winking in and out of the present, Rey sways, then righting herself again. Shaking her head. Blinking slowly through her bleary vision of the warm fire.

"Am fine," she quips in return.

[unitas]

"You look like you're ready to catch fire," She points out, slightly slurred, though the words topple over ring in her head as well. Rey doesn't need sleep, she's functioning perfectly normally and doing things that are also perfectly normal, so she couldn't possibly be ready to collapse from sleep exhaustion. She's one of the good ones—the smart ones that knows sleep is just a waste of their time.

The rage she may feel on the subject doesn't feel entirely unjustified for Sharon; her childhood had been plagued with nightmares, and sleep was rarely ever restful, even on medication. She's never enjoyed sleep, but she's never hated it.

But hates it now she does. Fucking Rage.

[circumitus]

It isn't hard to catch that slur. Between the way Sharon holds herself and her likewise apparent grudge against sleeptime comforts, Rey can assume that they're in the same boat.

Rey just makes a rather unflattering snort at Sharon's comment, though.

"Am not afraid of catching fire. Hell, fire should be afraid of me."

She'll kick fire's ass, goddammit.