Event Log: Dead Ringers

[hadrielmods]

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.

Comments

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[greywaren]

What the fuck are you doing with that?

[Luckily- or unluckily- Ronan has caught Warrick before his own untimely death at the hands of his double, and so the boy staring down the warlock here is the original, just as angry and lacking in chill as ever.

Also, he loves this orchard and his friends love this orchard, so good luck proving your innocence.]

You can't cut down trees here. They won't fucking grow back.

[purpleknee]

[Warrick jumps a little, grip tightening on the axe's handle, but when he realizes he's not looking at himself, he relaxes again.

...Oh wait, haha, this person looks mad at him.]

What? [Great start. His dumb stare changes into one of earnest when it dawns on him.] Oh! No no no, I'm not here for that. I'm done with trying to destroy this place. Really!

[greywaren]

'Done'? You've tried before?

[He comments, his gaze shifting between the axe and Warrick's face. Ronan's glare is snakelike, uncompromising, clearly not about to take any bullshit.]

The fuck are you doing with an axe, then?

[purpleknee]

Well... Okay, uh.

[Uhhh. Hoo boy. His eyes shift over to the axe, which he awkwardly lowers.]

I was evil and then I got better. It's a long story. I've only got it now because I want to stop the guy that looks like me, alright? I have magic, but it's mostly good for healing, not taking care of the worst insult to twins in all the lands. [Which he's...not sure if he can raise an axe against something that looks so human, but... Hey, he's seen an evil copy of himself before! All Warricks Must Die, or something.]

[greywaren]

You... got better.

[Sure, dude. Ronan is just looking at him a little skeptically, but- well. Times are strange.]

You're gonna kill him with that thing?

[purpleknee]

...Yes. Very better.

[god this sounds like such a shitty argument, maybe because it isn't even an argument. His voice has weakened to reflect his inner-facepalming.]

I...don't know. [His grip slackens even more.] I'm a mender, not -- not a murderer. I can try, I guess. Better that it looks like me than someone else -- I don't know if I could otherwise. [And he's still weak in both heart and body so really it's going to go so smoothly you don't even know.] ...Although if it has all my magic, it won't kill it.

[greywaren]

What do you mean, your magic?

[Grammatical weirdness aside, Ronan finds his interest piqued at Warrick's explanation, and he looks toward the axe for a moment, before shifting his gaze back to the other man's face, critical and still not entirely convinced.]

Give it a whack with that and you'll kill most things.

[purpleknee]

Uhh. Okay, this is going to suck, but it's the fastest way to explain it all, so...

[He chokes up his grip on the axe to steady the blade, then uses his thumb to peel his glove off of his free hand. He's not used to having his hands uncovered -- it was a sign of a mender back in Oz, supposedly, not that Ozma ever had hers covered. That was kinda odd. It was safer for him, with his curse condition, anyway -- but it's better than ruining his gloves. With a grimace, Warrick presses the heel of his palm into the blade, then jerks it down to slice the skin open. Almost immediately, a green glow envelopes his hand, and the cut closes on back up.]

If that thing is really like me, it can heal itself, and I'm kind of...harder to keep dead than most to begin with? [What with that whole "no heart, no life" thing.]

[greywaren]

[Ronan watches, still as Warrick cuts himself. He doesn't move or say much of anything, but his brow furrows as the cut magically closes itself back up.]

...so how do you kill it?