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Entry tags:
- !event,
- adam parrish,
- alphys,
- am,
- ardyn izunia,
- asriel dreemurr,
- beth washington,
- bianca,
- bucky barnes,
- chara,
- connor walsh,
- danse,
- duck,
- ellie,
- firo prochainezo,
- frisk,
- gren,
- hannah washington,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- jacob frye,
- jade ellsworth,
- jo harvelle,
- kain highwind,
- kanda yu,
- kate galloway,
- leliana,
- marian tenebris,
- matt murdock,
- morgan walker,
- natasha romanoff,
- ned wynert,
- pell,
- prompto argentum,
- ray shin fang,
- regis lucis caelum cxiii,
- rey,
- rydia,
- sans,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- sharon da silva,
- the war doctor,
- tiny tina,
- tyki mikk,
- ulaume,
- uzumaki nagato,
- wade wilson
Event Log: Patron Gods
Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Patron Gods event!
Where: All around the city
When: March 15th-March 20th
Warnings: The gods choose you! Whether you choose them back is your call.
What: The event log for the Patron Gods event!
Where: All around the city
When: March 15th-March 20th
Warnings: The gods choose you! Whether you choose them back is your call.
It's March 15th! Whether or not you've been having a good or a bad week, the gods decided to get together and put all the characters on teams- just like in those gym classes that you always skipped! Whether or not you were the last one picked is up for debate, but until we can figure that particular mystery out, there's another one to mull over... namely, who left that mysterious note in your bedside table/shoe/fishtank? And how did you get a friendship bracelet twined around your wrist?
Regardless, when opened, the letter will say-'Congratulations! You have been chosen! [God name] thinks you're a great fit for their team! All you have to do is spread their emotion, and you'll get a blessing - and if your team wins, you get the grand prize: one (1) request for each member of the team, no payment required! Or you can band together and request one big thing, it's all up to you! So find your allies, get started, and let's win this thing!'
Whether or not this is for real becomes immediately obvious, as you seem to find yourself yearning to cooperate with your teammates, and maybe feeling a bit competitive toward your foes. Grab a squeaky chicken or a creepy doll or a snowglobe from the shops if you like, and let's get inspiring! Of course, you aren't forced to participate, but have fun telling your teammates that nobody is going to win their wish because you decided to be a stick in the mud.
Go forth and spread joy! Or sorrow, or scare people, or just really piss them off- but whatever you do, try to have fun and build that sense of community! You're going to need it...► This log covers March 15th-March 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're just so mad at the gods that you'd rather die than participate, then let us know here!
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"Sounds rough." Puttin' it mildly, he's sure. "Guess things down here ain't as bad as they could be, huh?"
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If the gods weren't trying to force one emotion or another out of us every month, the situation would be much more tolerable."
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Tranquility's got his work cut out for him.
"The people here're good sorts," he agrees, amiably enough. "Most of 'em, anyway. Funny how it's mostly the gods jerkin' us around that messes things up."
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"I wouldn't count myself a good judge of character." It'll always be painful to know that one of his last few acts as Paladin was to sponsor the Brotherhood's own enemy into their ranks. "But I would be inclined to agree that most--" the key word here, "--people here have retained some sense of morality and common decency to each other."
No one's trying to attack someone for their food, or kill someone for their house. People try to help each other out, and they try to stay strong even when the whole situation looks so damn hopeless. It's a nice change from the Commonwealth, where everyone's hopes and dreams were pinned on one individual. Should anything ever happen to her...well, Danse suspects that every good change she's wrought won't last.
"There are enough resources to sustain the needs of a small community. Maybe if the gods eventually get it into their head that we're more than just emotional batteries, we could all work something out instead of fighting and complaining about each other all the time."
He's been thinking about Hadriel a bit too much lately. Chatting with a couple of gods. Trying to figure out which ones to work with, which ones to avoid. And there's just an underlying theme of how everyone doesn't work well together.
If there's one thing Nora's taught him, is that people on opposing factions can unite to a common cause. You just have to figure out what it is. If Delight and Hope had truly tried to send people home awhile back, then perhaps there's, well, hope for further cooperation and communication down the line.
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There's the problem folks, sure. There's people who're gonna kick up a fuss no matter what happens, simply because they apparently seem to enjoy the inevitable chaos that unfolds. Rage and Confusion must really like those fellas, huh? Might be why the gods draw in such a motley bunch. It's a free-for-all buffet, and every god's invited.
"Problem is, that sorta thing involves trust." And while there's certainly some people who're willin' to put stock in the gods and their apparent plans for the place, most aren't nearly so willing. Coexisting is entirely separate from feelin' safe enough to place yourself in their hands. "Gods don't seem real likely to trust us, and it's not like all of us're giving 'em a lotta reasons to."
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And in Danse's world? That cycle had been broken by a woman out of time. Someone far removed from the biases of the Commonwealth, who could reach out to the hearts of everyone regardless of faction or race. She even had a god damn super mutant on her team, one that still threatened to crunch on toes in its ridiculous search for the Milk of Human Kindness. Either that thing was dumb as a sack of brahmin dung...or the Vault Dweller had, against all odds, touched the heart of a vicious monster, enough that it would refrain from killing anyone in her settlement.
It didn't matter that her companions didn't get along. Everyone trusted her. Everyone loved her. And because of her, they were all willing to tolerate each other's presence. They were all willing to work together, Danse included.
When the dust settled and the Institute emerged victorious, one of their number was dead. And Danse swore he would never work with non-humans ever again. Such a stupid vow to make, since everyone else were content to leave him alone. But it was done in the thick of betrayal and mourning, and nothing but a raw outburst could've kept him sane, lest he went crazed with grief.
Can he do it again? Force himself to work side-by-side with friendly non-humans like Sans the Skeleton and King Asgore Dreemurr? Monsters with SOULS made of love and kindness and friendship. All the good stuff that Danse knew he would never be treated to ever again.
...awkwardly, he realises he's been gripping the jar of lollipops hard enough that his knuckles pop. Quickly he sets it back down on the table, head bowed to hide his embarrassment.
"What about yourself, Skeleton? You sound like you've been here long enough. Do you trust any of them?"
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The jar settles back onto the tabletop with the quiet clink of aligning edges.
"Hard to say." Trust don't exactly come easy to a guy like him. 'Specially when caring in the first place is such a dangerous, fraught path. "Like you say, trust is a two-way street. Don't see much reason to trust. They ain't exactly cultivating a real trustworthy environment, see?"
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Suffice to say trust doesn't come easy to Danse either. That anti non-human sentiment stems strongly from a place of distrust, after all. But living with non-humans that continue to surprise him and his expectations of them have started to slowly chip away at some of that distrust.
It's why he's trying to gather all these different opinions about those mysterious seven beings and where each of them stand on the topic of Hadriel's reluctant population. As much as he feels he owes Tranquillity his best efforts to win this competition, he can't say that he particularly trusts the being either. If it came down to the gods vs all of them, Tranquillity would either stay out of the conflict or join in the continued imprisonment of them all. Tranquillity wants them to stay, and Danse doesn't think he can convince the god to see otherwise.
Which leaves him with just the other two to investigate.
"What about Hope and Delight? If what I've been told is accurate, they tried to send the people home through the Door. Do you believe that was their true intent?"
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"Intent don't always mean everything. Might be they intend to send us home. Point is, they never really succeed. Usually end up makin' things worse in the process."
He can intend to help a pair of kids all he likes. If he only ends up pushing 'em away further, that's still on him. For not sayin' the right thing. For not bein' the right guy.
Case in point.
"You weren't around for the dragons, were ya?"
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But you know what? #itsmagic. He can get used to it.
"No. I came in with the sharks. But I heard about the dragons, and all the other horrible things that some of the gods have done here."
Danse lets out a slight sigh. "I have a rough idea where Tranquillity stands, and he won't get involved too deeply if he can help it. I think Hope and Delight might be our best chance at even gaining access to the Door, but you're correct that the god's intentions don't match up very well with the results."
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He drums his phalanges across the top of his stand as he considers.
"Sounds about right." Tranquility's chill, but that's about all he is to start with. He might prefer to keep the peace, but actually gettin' up to enforce said peace might be more work than he's willin' to put forth. "Hope's probably the most powerful, but not a lotta people seem to like him. Bit too frank for their tastes."
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Personally, Danse actually likes the frankness. But that might be because he himself doesn't earn himself any favors with his stellar manners.
"And Delight." Switching to the second of the gods they're discussing here. "As the god that established and stocks the bar, she must be the most well-liked of them all in Hadriel."
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So he can't be all that bad. Turns out they might get him to laugh at one of their jokes after all.
"She's just about the only god Gren didn't plan on fightin', one-on-one," he affirms with a faint nod of his skull. "And if Gren likes her - well, y'know she's all right."
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Danse shakes his head. Seriously? There's taking one for the team, and reckless, possibly suicidal attempts to get out of here. Danse reckons this one falls squarely in the latter.
"I haven't met this Gren character, but from the context of your statement, I understand that Delight is far more personable than the rest of them. I might stop by her temple and speak with her directly."
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"She's good people. She even likes my jokes," he says, like that's the only real relevant bit. None of the other gods seem to fancy a bit of idle wordplay. Might be why she took a shine to him; hence the yellow woven into his little god-specific bracelet.
"Plus, she's the one who gave us the bar." So you gotta know she's lookin' out for everybody, right?
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RIP bar, will be dearly missed."She might like your jokes, but I hope she doesn't share your affinity with puns." Danse doesn't think he can handle an entire conversation laced with lame wordplay. Still, Sans's testimony lines up with the others. It looks like Delight might...well. Be a delight to visit.
Danse glances at the bracelet on Sans's wrist again. He knows he's on Tranquility's side, but it's not a bad thing if Delight wins either. His eyes flick back to the jars and jars of sweets.
"I'm not familiar with any of these. Which would you recommend?"
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He picks over his selection carefully. He can't exactly say he's sampled the goods any - none of 'em are magic, but none of 'em necessarily have to be for other people's enjoyment.
He withdraws a pair of lollipops and offers 'em out.
"Not even a couple of suckers like these?"
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"These are...I've seen pictures of them. But I'm not sure what they're names are. Do you pop these into your mouths and run your tongue over them? How do they taste like?"
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And he's pretty sure that if Shadow stops by in the interim, they'll all know - every lollipop and chocolate bar will go mysteriously missing. Though hopefully he'll pace himself a little better than he did upon discovering the sweets.
"'S on the house," he adds, as if one ever pays for anything down here.
So go on, Danse. Live a little.
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But he takes the lollipops, trying not to flinch when his fingers brush against Sans's finger bones. "What flavor is it?" he asks, pocketing one while looking over the remaining one with all the curiosity of a child that's been given a new toy.
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"Fair enough."
How would anybody know how a guy like him works? Plenty of people have just figured they should ask hey, why are you a skeleton? As if he's got an answer. He more or less runs on what's funniest for people to look at. He could conceivably go for dramatics and achieve essentially the same end result, but where's the fun in that? The lowest form of humor's always in easy reach when you're only about four feet off the ground.
"That one? Cherry, I think. Or, uh...an artificial flavoring that somebody thought tasted like cherry." Guy's still jumpy around him, but he can appreciate that he's makin' the attempt to bridge the gap. Or maybe his standards are just low after meetin' good ol' Dr. Tenebris.
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"It looks just like the pictures," he mutters to himself with something that sounds faintly like wonder. Like he's witnessing a piece of history in the making...or a piece of history that's long gone, only to be read off in dusty books and worn, faded posters and labels.
Finally, Danse pops it into his mouth. It's probably comical that a grown adult can stand there looking so serious like trying out his first lollipop. Or maybe it's a tragedy. Likely it's a combination of both. But he seems to be focusing intensively on the flavor, quiet as he tests the tart sweetness on his tongue.
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There's no sky Underground. No stars. All they got are sparkling stones. That's something some say is sad, in its own right, and - well, he won't disagree.
Not quite the same, but maybe it ain't so different.
Who says a thing can't be funny and sad simultaneously? Ain't that practically Sans's entire life?
"How is it?"
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"...It's good. Sweet, with a bit of sour that goes well with the hard sugar." Danse pauses, mouth twisting into a perplexed frown. It's hard to describe what a cherry tastes like, when you've never had a cherry before. "But it's not sour in the same way vinegar is, and its sweetness doesn't have that stale aftertaste in a snack cake's cream filling. I'm not sure how else to describe it, but it's...pleasant. Like berry and grape mentats, but without the side-effects of consuming those drugs."
Hope Sans doesn't mind if he pops it inside his mouth again. He has a lifetime of no lollipops to make up for it.
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The way the guy talks about the thing, he wouldn't bet on it.
"'S good stuff. And, hey, with the shops and things, we never run out." Long as he don't make the same errors Shadow does and eat entirely too much all at once, it might do him some good to have somethin' nice for once.
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OMG I messed up that tag I'm so sorry OTL
lmao all good happens to all of us