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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-03-15 09:55 am

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.


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!
circumitus: I CAN QUIT ANY FUCKING TIME I WANT. (i'm not drunk YOU'RE drunk)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-18 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
How is it that no one around here seems to get the concept of stress balls?

Rather than pressing on that mystery, Rey draws her attention to Danse as he approaches. Although their previous encounter had been somewhat strained given their differing opinion on a mutual third party, she has taken every effort not to let that sully her impression. It's clear that he has his reasons, just as she had hers starting out.

Fortunately, Danse seems just as willing to keep their conversations amicable as well. That is at least a step in the right direction.

"It's a ball." How very matter-of-fact of her when she points out such an obvious fact. "You're supposed to squish it when you're stressed out. Guess it's a preferable alternative to punching someone in the face."

The latter part she is obviously more inclined towards, but that can't always be an option without making people upset. So stress ball it is.

What does that have to do with sorrow? Well, it's got a sad face, duh.
Edited 2017-03-18 02:06 (UTC)
manofmettle: Source is NSFW-ish (4)

[personal profile] manofmettle 2017-03-18 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
She wouldn't be the first person with a synth buddy that he's amiable to. Only the last time, it didn't go so well. Here's hoping that Valentine won't recreate The Institute takes over Everything in Hadriel.

"May I try one?" He gestures at the pile. He's really had a rough day and if he can take out his frustrations on a little ball of crocheted string, why not? He's a sceptic though, because how can squeezing a stressball compare with the glorious satisfaction of socking a pest in the face?
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-21 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
That might be a little difficult when practically everything is magic, but surprises do happen...

"Sure, knock yourself out. You can take it, if you'd like."

It might not be nearly as satisfying as punching someone's throat, but it's a more socially acceptable alternative. Good enough.
manofmettle: http://littttleduck.tumblr.com/image/146849265266 (13)

[personal profile] manofmettle 2017-03-21 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you." Plucking one from the pile, Danse curls his hand around the poor thing and clenches his fist hard. Seconds pass. His expectant gaze doesn't leave the squished ball, but after another couple of seconds go by he looks back up to Rey, looking a little confused.

"Am I doing this wrong? I'm afraid I don't feel any less stressed."
circumitus: There's my chippy! (where's my chippy?)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-24 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
She continues her current task while Danse gives her little invention a test run, with less than satisfactory results. Her eyes don't leave the most recent one she's putting together, but just notes Danse out her peripheral vision.

"Don't know. Maybe you should try squishing it harder."

That... might be a bad idea.
manofmettle: http://jhaithulier.tumblr.com/post/144048643387/so-thats-the-supposedly-terrifying-institute (1)

[personal profile] manofmettle 2017-03-24 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Alright".

Putting more strength into his grip, Danse concentrates all his focus on squeezing the heck out of the stress ball. When one hand doesn't work, he uses two and smooshes the blue ball in between. His hands and arms are starting to shake with exertion. The relaxation will hit him sometime soon, right...?

Well. Something does hit, but it's not the calming effect he was looking for and it doesn't hit him either, be it in the metaphorical or literal sense. Danse puts all he has into his two hands, pressing down on the ball as hard as he can...only for his palms to suddenly slide across the smooth surface of the ball. The stressball just slips out of his hands, propelled by all the pent-up force he'd been applying...and Danse watches with horrified eyes as the ball smacks Rey full-on on the forehead.

"Rey!"
Edited 2017-03-24 03:32 (UTC)
circumitus: I honestly wish I could say that I was surprised. (so you threw a sword at me last night)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-25 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Anytime now, Danse. Keep at it--

No. Wait.

Rey stops what she's doing then his grip appears to be getting a little too intense. A quiet "um" escapes as she starts to set down the hook and thread she holds.

And then the ball whacks her. Right between the eyes. Her face scrunches, eyes squeezed shut as the pain processes through her brain as nothing more than a sharp sting.

Luckily, she has a higher pain threshold than an exceptional human.

"Ow," is all that comes out immediately after.

Danse is so not ready for the stress ball.
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[personal profile] manofmettle 2017-03-25 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
If anything, he's just more stressed right now. While he's relieved that Rey isn't in much pain (the impact of the ball definitely sounded way worse than just a simple 'ow'), he's still going to fret.

"Rey, are you alright!?"

He's going to worriedly scan her face for any sign of a bruise. "I'm sorry, I should have had a firmer grip on the ball! Are you in much pain?"
circumitus: This is drunk and confused... (this is worse than naked and afraid)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-03-25 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Fortunately, she's a bit sturdier for something like that to leave a mark. It's just the dull ache that lingers a little. No big deal.

"Am fine." Rey places a hand over her face where she had been hit. "Just glad those things aren't filled with rocks."

Though maybe Danse would have had kept a stronger grip on the ball, if that were the case.