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hadriel_logs2016-12-27 10:41 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-12-27 10:41 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- ahsoka tano,
- alphys,
- andrea quill,
- armitage hux,
- calanthe,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- cashmere,
- chara,
- connor walsh,
- curufin,
- dorian pavus,
- faith carr,
- flick,
- frisk,
- glacius,
- hanako nurumi,
- henry percy,
- izabel,
- jill valentine,
- jo harvelle,
- kain highwind,
- kate galloway,
- kylo ren,
- maketh tua,
- natasha romanoff,
- pell,
- pharah,
- piper wright,
- rey,
- rin okumura,
- rydia,
- sans,
- sharon da silva,
- tiny tina,
- ulaume,
- ushahin dreamspinner,
- will graham,
- yukari mishakuji
Event Post: Everyone Chill
Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for Tranquility's resurrection event!
Where: All around the city
When: December 27th-January 7th
Warnings: Absolutely nothing creepy or weird at all.
What: The event log for Tranquility's resurrection event!
Where: All around the city
When: December 27th-January 7th
Warnings: Absolutely nothing creepy or weird at all.
The revival of Tranquility on December 27th marks a vast - if temporary, and actually completely fake - change to the city. Upon awakening that morning, the inhabitants of Hadriel will find the city changed from its usual broken-down dour cave self into a sparkling, clean, delightful island city. Instead of being surrounded by hard stone walls, the city is surrounded by warm ocean waters and soft white sand beaches.
Gentle waves lap at the shore, the sky overhead is perfect, wide and open. The spires have been replaced by shining skyscrapers, the roads are clear of rubble and paved neatly. The stores are quaint, windows no longer broken, and the items inside have changed too. Instead of simple canned goods and strange clothing, you might find delicate pastries, cool drinks, fresh fruit, and flowy summer clothes to match the city. How nice! How calming, really. Didn't everyone need a vacation? So throw on some flip-flops, grab one of the mopeds that have been provided, and enjoy yourselves!
As the days go on, though, you might notice one or two odd things. Maybe the pretty sun hat you picked up looked, for just a moment, like a grubby old baseball cap instead. Maybe that beach ball is a little heavier than it should be. Maybe the shining wall of that skyscraper feels more like stone than glass. Maybe - just for an instant - the sky above was solid rock instead of the gentle, calming hues of the sunset.
While there is a mild compulsion toward calmness and tranquility, towards accepting the city for exactly what it seems to be, that can be ignored - and the illusion can be broken, if you choose to try. But do you really want to? Isn't that croissant much nicer than yet another can of beans? Wouldn't you rather relax at the beach than run around, trying to convince all your friends that this is just the gods getting inside their heads again in an even more creepy and all-encompassing way than usual?
Come on. Don't be a buzzkill.► This log covers December 27th-January 7th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
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► If you chill out so much you end up dead, please let us know here.
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That's not exactly a welcome thought, so Carlisle tries to push it out of mind by focusing on the here and now rather than the what will be. It's a difficult task all on its own, given his proclivity to worry about everything that has yet to and probably will not happen, but one that's made easier with the alien there -- his roommate, his friend, someone who manages to make his life seem important, even without his lineage and his abilities. That means a lot to him, and he isn't sure how to fully express that.
So he lets his head linger there another moment, feeling the coolness of Glacius' icy frame against him, the deep crevices of his muscular neck beneath his delicate hands. He finally pulls back when he feels himself start to shiver again -- the towel can only do so much when his legs are still bare.
"As much as I am not looking forward to walking toward the spires again," he says, that nervous smile reappearing, his eyes flicking to Glacius for only a moment before lodging themselves somewhere in the sand, "we- we should probably head back before I catch my death out here."
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"Hmm... what was that, I..." the alien's tone is much more sedate when he speaks up, realizing that the human has just said something he caught not a word of. Well... alright, maybe one sticks--after a very delayed reaction, Glacius shudders heavily, blinks then furrows his brows something fierce, and then finally shakes his head to try and bring himself around. "Death--Carlisle!! What is--what is wrong?!"
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"Wrong? Oh, oh no." He puts up both hands defensively, smiling as he tries to soothe his friend's concerns. "No no, Glacius, it's a turn of the phrase. I'm not dying out here. I mean, not now. I'm not dying now, but if I'm out here for much longer, I might catch something that would be the death of me because of the chill. Not that I think I'd actually die from that. There are lots of other reasons I'll probably not making it past thirty or... so."
He trails off. Yeah, not helping with talk like that.
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The ice alien trails off, but the waver to his voice is already detectable--and a surefire sign that the reminder of his friend's expected lifespan has struck him deeply. The wound causes a surge of overprotectiveness in Glacius, the desire to wrap Carlisle up and keep him away from anything that could hurt him... which he realizes belatedly is not an entirely realistic goal, but still. In the very least he can not keep the clergyman out in an unfavorable environment that could potentially be contributing to the problem--he's cursing himself for the blunder, for sitting out here making his friend rinse a mostly-healed wound while his life ticks by.
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He sighs and quiets down, frustration etching into his features. It's no use. He recognizes that tone far too well; he's heard it before, that defiance so characteristic of Algidus making itself known in Glacius instead. It's aimed not at the clergyman himself, but at some intangible force the alien cannot hope to defeat... and yet, Carlisle knows that he will try. That much might as well be an absolute fact.
As he had done with Algidus, Carlisle falls in line without another word of protest, more content to follow along behind Glacius than to bicker. While not eager to speed himself toward an early death, hence his general sense of dread regarding everything, he long ago accepted the fact that his life will be relatively short, even compared to the rest of his bloodline, who lived far more daring and dangerous lives than he ever has. That's just how it is with the twice-cursed, even one who does his best to avoid using the dark gifts granted to him by his accidental passage into the Land Beyond Living. He's had that knowledge for years now; Glacius, on the other hand, just found out only a short time ago. He cannot yet accept it.
His determination is so like his greener kinsman, Carlisle's friend -- former friend, he reminds himself -- yet different somehow. That same conviction is there, sheer willpower pushing him forward when logic should dictate otherwise; however, it is redirected in some way that is familiar, but Carlisle can't quite put it together. His brow furrows -- he's seen Algidus get worked up in this way before, but when was it? And what had it been over?
With another quiet sigh, he adjusts his glasses and pulls his makeshift cape closer around him, his outfit held tightly to him as his eyes remain on the ground. He doesn't want to think about the turmoil he's just put Glacius through, or about the cold, and certainly not about the buildings they're going to have to pass to get home. He's ruined the night enough already.
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He steps up next to Carlisle, fully intending to shield him from the buildings on the walk back like he did on their way down to the beach... and though he hesitates to wrap his arm around his friend now for fear of making his chill worse, he does want to be close to him. It's a foreign feeling to the alien, but his desire to make the most of whatever time he does have with his friend means that he doesn't question it as strongly. "Is there... nothing at all that can be done?" the icy being asks quietly, his voice somber, some of that bitterness ebbing into quiet sadness the more he thinks about it.
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"Perhaps, perhaps not. Most twice-cursed are executed or murdered, making the average lifespan for them that much shorter. Many are driven mad by their abilities and by the pressures their condition puts upon them."
Despite the cold, he sidles closer to Glacius, feeling the buildings looming around him, scrutinizing his every move, judging what he says and how he acts and how, even now, he is tainting his camaraderie.
"Even those not killed by others may- may be lost by their own hands."
He pauses there, knowing Glacius can likely understand the implication of that. He's heard Carlisle in the depths of his despair, knows he sometimes thinks it'd be better for everyone around him if he hadn't survived. It's during those times he thinks of that ever-flowing river; no one would find him, and maybe that'd be best.
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But that just makes him all the more adamant to stand by his friend, to return that compassion that he has been given so steadfastly whenever the human finds himself in need of it. It's the least he can do. "Carlisle... I know the road that you tread is a difficult one, and the burdens you carry with you are heavy. But you don't have to bear them alone any more... I am right here beside you, ready to help however I can, and I know there are others in the city who value your presence as well. So please... don't give up. Don't lose hope."
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He rubs idly at his old scars, pushing a sigh through his nose. "I will try, Glacius."
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