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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!

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Even easier when it's someone like Danse. Too many bad memories. Too many hurtful memories. Too many reminders everywhere.

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?"

Edited 2017-03-18 15:09 (UTC)

"Might be it was." He shrugs his shoulders, a limp rolling of the loose bones, seemingly unperturbed. The gods can say that they were tryin' to help all they like; their treatment of everybody in their care is about as close as

"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?"

You know, the lack of any muscles, joints or ligaments beg the question on how Sans is even capable of that movement. Danse has to fight back a flinch because he's fairly certain bare bones can't do that.

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."

It's definitely magic. Don't mind it any. It gets about a thousand times easier to mentally reconcile the general bizarreness of the thing once you let your suspension of disbelief take the wheel.

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."

"I would have thought that a being that subsists on feelings on hope would have a softer personality to him. I imagine he hasn't been able to offer a compelling case to hope so far if he's that blunt."

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."

"Suppose that's why so many people ain't too fond of him. But, hey. 'Least the guy's direct." That ain't a complaint of his. Hard to complain about the guy who brought you back to life. His attitude ain't the best thing out there, but he's warmed up to Frisk all right.

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."

"Someone wanted to fight--actually, I may have heard about this incident earlier."

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."

Edited 2017-03-19 05:53 (UTC)

Gren ain't exactly what you'd call a personable fella, nah. 'S true that the man's gotta have somethin' of a soft center, or one that counts as soft enough to get along with the likes of Rhys, when he was still down here. Or - Wade, possibly, though that raises entirely too many questions on its own. But if he does have a sentimental core, he makes sure to bury it deep, deep down, wrapped in a layer of cynicism and profane outbursts.

"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?

~~Though not for much longer.~~

~~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?"

"She's been tryin'." He sounds legitimately proud about that one, even if her puns are kinda hit or miss. Wordplay's a tricky thing to get a hold on, it turns out, 'specially if you're the personification of positive emotion. Might be Rage would be a better one for that sorta thing.

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?"

Oh god. "Don't encourage her," Danse grumbles, even as he continues to eye the spread. Anything like cream cakes over here? He's probably take those too, on top of the two sweets that Sans is holdings out to him. Danse glances at the candies and frowns thoughtfully.

"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?"

"Do I look like I gotta tongue?" He don't even open his mouth if he can help it; not a lick of muscle to this guy. "But yeah, pretty much. You suck on 'em. They're sweet."

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.

"How would I know? Everything about you doesn't make sense. You might have a tongue or something similar to tastebuds inside there." #itsmagic, remember?

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.

Sans considers that for a moment. Then he shrugs again, chuckling faintly.

"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.

Cherry. A relatively normal flavoring for lollipops. Danse finally unwraps the lollipop and holds it up for inspection.

"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.

Edited 2017-03-20 07:35 (UTC)

Pictures. There's somethin' unquestionably sad in that, in not having something sweet to your world. Only knowing that a thing exists through artifacts and pictures. But maybe that's a thing he can relate to; to not having what plenty would call a necessity, somethin' that they could always take for granted.

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?"

The first taste had seen his eyebrows shoot up, and he looked almost shell-shocked. He doesn't answer Sans immediately, choosing instead to let the taste linger a little longer in his mouth before he pulls the lollipop out. The verdict?

"...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.

Poor guy seems like he's never tasted a sweet thing in his life. Hard to describe what it's like to taste the color red, ain't it? Hasn't he ever had a thing he could just enjoy, without there bein' any strings attached?

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.

There are sweets in the wasteland! They're all just...very expired. Like 200 years+ expired, yet somehow the average settler can still pick up and enjoy a box of Fancylad's snack cakes without keening over and dying. The just consume a teensy bit of radiation along with it.

God only knows the amount of preservatives that were pumped into those cakes.

"I might have to look out for one of these later. Thanks, Skeleton."

Gasp. That might just be a genuine bit of thanks. And even the slightest of smiles!! Can Sans feel the delight in the air?? Because the big secret is that Danse really, really loves his sugary treats, and indulging his sweet tooth is one way of sweetening the guy's disposition. Or at least, making him less surly.

Bingo. The man has a soft spot after all. Or a sweet spot, rather, but who's keepin' track? He'll take what he can get, 'specially since he scored a smile outta the deal. That's a small victory in its own right.

"Hey, feel free to stop by if you ever get a hankering." He's got plenty to spare, and if the guy feels a bit happier because of it - well, who's Sans to argue? He's done Delight's duty.

'Bout all she can ask of him, right?

"I take note of your offer. If I find anyone else looking for sweets, I'll be sure to direct them your way."

If he's honest with himself? He doesn't think Tranquility has a shot in hell at winning this competition. Inner peace can't be achieved without safety and security, and all this excitement at the competition means less calm and relaxation. Better Delight or Hope win than the others, since those two in particular are kind of on their side.

Maybe he would'a, if he'd been picked a mite sooner and let people adjust to his presence over time. As it is, he's pretty sure all the good and relaxing vibes the city can muster won't be nearly enough for the living stress balls that inhabit it.

Sans grins easily. For all he had some initial, uh, concerns about these exchanges startin' off on the wrong foot, this guy's proving to be willing to move past whatever his world taught him.

"Thanks, pal. And, hey." He closes one socket in a wink. "Thanks for givin' us monsters a chance. Means a lot."

[Danse glances at Sans, surprised. Could be at Sans's words or maybe even at himself, because unlearning deeply ingrained bad habits and preconceptions takes time. And for someone as firm in his dislike and distrust in monsters, Danse would take more than just two encounters and a lollipop.]

Dremurr is...he reminds me of two people that I admire greatly. [Danse pauses, looking perplexed again.] My views have been constantly challenged over the past few months, even before the Door brought me here.

I'm still not too sure how I feel about monsters. But I'm...I suppose, grateful for both your patience.

Aw, gee. He almost lays a hand over his chest, roughly around the spot his SOUL's located, just for the theater of it. But that'd be pretty facetious, and thus outta place in a moment that's been nothin' but sincere.

"He's a good guy. Asgore." The King of all Monsters. Brave and unwilling, laden with regret. Done a lotta bad things in his time, but who here hasn't?

Who here hasn't.

"Hard not to like him."

It's a moment of sincerity that Danse had not expected. And he definitely did not expect to be sharing it with a skeleton. But his life has been all about breaking and shattering expectations, both good and bad. Time spent in the Commonwealth working the ground alongside ghouls, getting to actually know ghouls, has begun to crack some of that Brotherhood steel.

"I agree, on both accounts." Danse only hopes that he won't be proven wrong. He is, after all, a poor judge of character. "The people I admired were very much like him. Leaders of men, but never losing that connection with the very people they swore to protect. It's a rare, admirable quality." And one that he himself is lacking in.

Suddenly aware that he's perhaps sharing a bit too much about himself to a stranger, Danse clears his throat, looking a little awkward.

"Anyway, I should get moving. Thanks for the confectioneries, Skeleton."

lmao all good happens to all of us

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OMG I messed up that tag I'm so sorry OTL

lmao all good happens to all of us