hadriel_logs | Event Log: Dead Ringers

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Dead Ringers event!
Where: All around the city
When: January 16th-January 25th
Warnings: Evil doubles, so we can assume manipulation, violence, murder, and maybe some nasty words

Everything seems normal on the morning of the 16th - actually, everything seems normal about the city for the entirety of this event. Nothing is strange, nothing is obviously wrong. Well, except that the population has mysteriously doubled, and the new residents each look exactly like one of the old residents. So weird! Definitely not ominous at all.

At least until your new double gets down to business. After all, their only goal is to ruin your life, and that can take any form. Smashing your favorite coffee cup? Telling your worst enemy they're right? Kissing someone else in front of your girlfriend? Brutally murdering you and then hiding your body in a closet so they can more effectively destroy your life? The possibilities are truly endless, and the only way to protect yourself is to kill your double first. They're not really open to negotiation, after all - but they sure might pretend to be in order to trick you.

So watch your back, and try to make sure that really is your best friend and not an evil clone masquerading as them. Boy, that would be awkward. If you can stick it out until January 25th, good for you! But if you didn't manage to and your double survives until the end - well, just as a final 'fuck you', there's a chance you'll come back to life and remember every awful thing your double did. Hey, at least that'll make it easier to fix, right?

► This log covers January 16th-January 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 your evil clone happens to take you out, please let us know here, and remember that you will not revive until the event is over.

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Uh-huh.

[If he could just close his eyesockets for a second, just a second, and get a wink of sleep - but not right here. Can't. Not right now. He's always too damn late to effect a change, no matter where he ends up, and in this case - in this case, he can't afford to.

Not anymore.]

Any idea where he is?

Nope. Maybe you should go looking for him.

[spend the rest of your energy and end up in a ditch!! :)) ]

[Once you care, you're fucked. Once you care you're -

He's got no energy left to speak of. He's gotta get up, get out. Find the kids. Find Papyrus. Find Alphys. Find - he's gotta find a lotta people. A lotta people, and no time to track 'em all down.

One of his sockets stays hooded shut. The other opens, the bead of light peeking out from beneath to eye the double warily.]

Gimme a ballpark.

Why do you think I'm going to help you?

[Has he got it in him? Any of it?

Maybe, yeah. Maybe enough. Maybe if he weren't so worn, his patience so thinned, his exhaustion so immense, he'd be less likely to proceed as he does. A wavering hand is extended, prefacing the snap of his phalanges, the spark of an amber light buried deep in his left eyesocket before it flickers out once more.

The double's SOUL goes blue, locking him down with a heaviness, the weight of additional gravity. It won't hurt. It won't do much of anything other than make it real, real hard for him to bolt.]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm thinkin' it's 'cause you're just so nice like that.

[well this is definitely totally new. it's nothing the original connor had learned about from sans and the double is instantly surprised.

and totally stuck here.]

What the hell is this?

I just think blue's a much better color on you.

[He's been hanging around the kid too much. Ah, well. No need to bring on the thumping music and blazing Blasters just yet. At all, hopefully. 'Cause he ain't gonna be able to manage that, he's pretty sure. The sweat's begun to pool along the contours of his skull anew.]

Ballpark. Start talkin'.

Or, what, you're going to kill me with sweet puns and ketchup?

[he hopes sans is just bluffing - everything he knows about sans is that the skeleton is a nice guy. it occurs to him that might be wrong, just like everyone else from back home, but he's going to test his luck anyway. ever since killing off his original hes just felt reckless.]

[Sans laughs. It's not as hearty as he'd like - it's ragged and tired as he is, and it rasps. But it's not a happy sound, and it's more than a little dark.]

Is it stalactites or stalagmites that're up on the ceiling? I can never tell 'em apart.

[His grin widens. He's tired, Connor. He's tired, and he's heard and seen more shit in these past few days than he ever wanted to in his lifetime. He's tired, and he's just reached the very nadir of his tolerance for this - all this.]

Wanna find out?

Over some guy you barely care about?

[at least he can tell sans is starting to get serious, but, he's going to keep trying anyway.]

Eh. I've done worse for less.

[He lifts one shoulder in an incremental shrug; too much effort to try and make it the theatrical, comically exaggerated thing it usually is.]

Maybe it's just 'cause I think you're an asshole.

Yeah, well I'm not that much different than him. So maybe you should rethink your friendships.

Save it, pal.

[The words are pleasant. The magic chilling the double's bones is not. He don't really care who's gonna draw comparisons with whom. He knows the agendas of these things by now. And he ain't particularly eager to watch someone else's life get taken apart by an insidious lookalike.]

I don't really care. Tell me what I wanna know, and we can part ways like a couple of good pals. Capiche?

[connor laughs, like he's totally able to keep up this game. but at the end of the day he's no tougher than real connor, who is probably, on comparison, one of the weakest people in all of hadriel due to his sheer normalcy so, like. sans' magic is definitely getting to him. he's starting to sweat just like the skeleton.]

You're not going to be able to find him.

[this is not...a lie...]

Ballpark.

[The word is rigid and cold. He has lost - too many people. He has watched too many personal relationships go up in flames for him to be real pleased about losing one more, just one more.

He's done. He is done.]

Ain't so hard.

He's dead, Sans.

[that's almost all he's going to say, but now he's cold and scared and out of his league and that's all hitting him pretty damn hard. but he's trying to put on a good face. he's still the guy who was smart enough to kill connor.]

Let me go. You got your answer. It's not my fault if you're not happy with it.

[He's dead.

He's...

Shouldn't be a surprise. It's not a surprise. Not really. He's tired, and he came to the fold late. Always comes too late. He's never on time, never once on time in his life, and this is just another shred of evidence to support that.

He'll be back. That's all he knows. He'll be back and it'll be like it never happened, and he didn't even know the guy all that well. They were friends, sure. Pals. Traded silly quips, just 'cause they could.

Papyrus could be gleefully announcing that he had a special feeling that today was gonna be a good day, just in the morning. He'd be dead a few hours later. Happens so suddenly. Happens so quickly. Happens so -

Pointlessly.

Another bad day.

He concedes the probability with a slight dip of his skull.

But the funny thing is, Sans never stops smiling.]

Gotcha.

[He lets him go.

More specifically, he sends his personal gravity streaking for one of the cave walls - not fast enough to kill. But enough to maybe sting a bit should he make an impact with any of said walls.

And then he's gone.]

Event Log: Dead Ringers

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