hadriel_logs | Event Log: Why Do You Have To Be Mad?

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Event Log: Why Do You Have To Be Mad?

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
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► 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!
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[Look at those rocks sailing without any obvious prompting. Guess even the landscape was starting to hate things. But no, if it was just Sans' jacket they'd be here all day.]

Indeed. Hopefully a water balloon is the only thing that comes after your jacket or other such things.

[Said as if they didn't spot the flying rocks. But at least nobody thus far has decided to take a pair of scissors to it yet.]

[Hey, as long as Chara don't have a problem with it, he don't have a problem with it. Windows are uniformly terrible. And unlike jackets, they're a perfectly reasonable thing to be pissed about.]

I'm guessin' this is your subtle prompting that I should lose the jacket.

[A little destruction is cathartic. Break all the windows you want Sans.]

If you want to. As far as I'm apparently concerned, your jacket is 'ruined'.

[...or maybe not. Chara does have more water balloons in their Inventory and Rage is starting to scratch that itch again.]

Cuttin' corners, are we?

[Hey, he ain't gonna judge there. They're talkin' to someone who's made "cutting corners" an art form.]

Well thanks, kid. Means a lot.

[It's kind of funny that a Rage event is the one where they're not judging each other.]

You're welcome. Besides I find this rather cathartic. There's something rather fun about water balloons.

[Like wondering if someone's going to turn his back long enough to---oh nothing!]

Well, hey. Least they don't hurt anybody.

[So they've graduated from murder to mischievous attacking and damaging of jackets. Not to say he ain't annoyed still, 'cause he is, but this is a development he can get behind.]

[Yes, could be worse. And Rage in this manner was pretty good for letting out stress. Prior to the Underground Chara never played with water balloons. Making up for lost time?]

And the colors are interesting. Pink, blue and so on.

[They draw said pink one out of their Inventory to demonstrate. Chara's far enough that Sans hopefully can't pop the thing. Also one has to question where they found the dye. But anyways, it's all in good fun.]

And here I thought yellow and green were much more your speed.

[If they chuck that thing at him, he is...probably not gonna do much of anything about it, honestly. He can be a pink skeleton for a little while. He's tired thanks to the apparently huge number of people who suddenly decided to take umbrage at the fact that he sleeps here and again.]

Perhaps. But experimenting with new colors stops things from being old. Like so.

[Think fast Sans! They throw the balloon as fast as they can, even if Sans causes it to MISS it's still fun.

Good old harmless fun, right? And probably not fueling Rage too much.]

[Whoops, yeah, he actually does dodge that one. It's reflex, purely, and he skates to the side in a strange shuffle of motion that don't make a lotta sense, externally. 'Cept he knows Chara's seen that trick plenty of times before.

He shrugs with his hands outspread widely, winking.]

Well, would ya look at that? Still got it.

[They know that move like they know the rest of Sans' tricks. There's a moment of hesitation because they want to be semi-good and keep this fun. Hopefully it stays that way.

Chara pulls out another water ballon - a rather obnoxiously yellow color - and throws it without responding.

They deeply hope things don't go sideways because it's close to that golden hallway. That's why none of the colors are grey.]

[Look, there's a lotta shit they still gotta work out between 'em. A lotta old wounds and scabbed-over thoughts that neither of 'em are in any hurry to pick over.

This, by contrast, bizarrely, is almost - well, it's a bit nice, almost. Mindless and stupid and utterly unattached to anything. It's a window into what they must'a been like when they were alive. Who they must'a been that they got Asriel to follow 'em so devotedly. A child, plain and simple. A child who lived and learned things a little hard, but who must've enjoyed something silly from time to time. Who must've played the way kids should, and got to have a few hours where they could stop bein' a demon or a human or the future of humans and monsters, and they could just be a kid.

Who the hell is he to ruin that now, really?]

Hey, now. If I knew we were gonna be dukin' it out like this, I would'a brought a couple dozen cans of paint.

[And Sans switches the balloon's gravity in mid-air and redirects it to go streaking for Chara in turn.]

[For a moment they feel happy there's nothing obviously wrong about what they did. Certainly Chara can't claim to know his thoughts, but if a second 'attack' had gone wrong it probably would have been clear. So for a few beautiful seconds Chara is fueling Hope.

And then they get hit in the face by a redirected water balloon.

Chara stands there for a moment, dripping wet from the water and dyed a bright yellow. It goes with their color scheme and washes out but that's not the point. They grin, something a little close to the one they wore during FIGHTs, but not there. More of a challenge.]

Really now? Crossing water balloons with me is very difficult you know.

It ain't like we got snow for a snowball fight. Real shame, too - snow washes out easy.

[He grins right on back. C'mon, they did start it off, what with the beaning him over the head and jacket with a purple balloon and all.]

And didn't I say yellow was your color?

[Again, no matter how this turns out Chara will not regret starting it. It wasn't just the Rage at this point.

It was fun.]

That is snow problem. Easier to tally things up, yes? And yes, yellow is my color.

[A poisoned color, something says in the back of their mind but Chara ignores it. Grabbing another balloon out of their Inventory, Chara feints throwing it before their actual throw. Can't keep dodging.]

[That one hits its mark. If he was really feelin' it he could scoot on outta the way but - c'mon, he's already an absolute mess. How much worse could it get, really?

Sans grins down at the new spattering of color extending in a wet patch over one shoulder, splashed across his shirt front and jacket sleeves.]

Would ya look at that? I'm blue now.

[The urge to say "That's my attack!" is on the tip of their tongue but Chara swallows it. They're really turning Sans into their own personal coloring book again.]

You are right, blue is your color. Have you thought of dying your bones the same?

[They're going to hold off on the balloons until the most opportune moment strikes. But Chara's expression is pretty easy to read right now, so it's probably obvious they have more.]

You kiddin' me? I'd have to do it every day to keep the color up. Who's got time for that?

[He chuckles, but somethin' about this - the way they look carelessly mischievous rather than malicious -

It's somethin' he thinks he wants to see again. And keep seein' as much as he can. Less of the smile that's a forced, painted-on thing, and more of the smile that's like this. Reminiscent of enjoyment, genuine and whole.]

Edited 2016-12-21 23:19 (UTC)

There is dye for human hair so I suppose it is popular somewhere to continuously dye it every single day.

[...would that work on Sans? Dying his bones, anyways, since he doesn't have hair. They know marker eventually washes out on bone now so...

....Chara wonders if Papyrus would let them into Sans' room one day. Meanwhile they're going to toss another brown water balloon. This...honestly was really fun. Rather than slinging threats, bones and knives, it's just an easy back and forward. A better night of stand up.

They want more of this, actually. More of...just being a kid.]

Y'know, I had hair for a little bit there. Courtesy of a couple kids.

[He could, conceivably, hold still for that next balloon they chuck at him. He could sit tight, stand there and take it. He doubts they'd take kind to the notion that he let 'em do anything, though.

So he lets it paint the wall behind him a deep brown instead.]

Not sure whose hair it was, actually.

[A little too controlling for their tastes, yes. Perhaps we should pass on that for now. They're just going to make a face.]

Is that not something you should check before getting a hair transplant? Lice is the bane of school teachers and parents after all.

[Here comes another blue one, since Sans seems to like the color so much. A little darker than the other one though.]

Not like they were licensed practitioners. Coupl'a kids pullin' a prank. Got the drop on me, too.

[It helped that they started things off with the mention of a certain flower, somethin' that maybe one or both of 'em knew would interest him.

MISS - and then, maybe for old time's sake and maybe in terrible taste, he swings that one around to send it shooting back for Chara. Water balloon pinball. The next big thing after Pie Face.]

[Chara sees the balloon coming this time and ducks as fast as they can. They're not sure if Sans will keep it going after them like a lost puppy so they'll just...keep moving.]

Oh, the prank master getting pranked by children? Are you perhaps losing your touch Sans?

[This'll end badly. Not so much in the golden hallways ending badly but poking a sleeping lion kind of badly. Again, Chara should learn some impulse control.

Not today.]

[Well, hey. To get past 'em the kid had to get mighty good at dodging. Not that he didn't know that, but it's a little reminder of their capabilities.

He hates the part of his mind that still files that information away as relevant.]

Hey, maybe I was jealous of all you humans walkin' around with hair. You can brush it, comb it, dye it, style it - what's not to like?

[It's not like Chara didn't do the same. They filed away the attacks of the Monsters they faced and used that. Sans had just taken a ridiculous amount of that observation.]

Lice, split ends, and the days upon days of caring for it. If we find fashion books, I should show you the effort one must go through to look good.

[It...scratched on a few things, but let's not go there. Instead Chara just continue to dodge before flinging a second balloon. It's a mix of colors this time.]

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