hadriel_logs | 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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[Hey there fellow Hope teammate! Ellie honestly hadn't really been feeling this whole thing until she was faced with the adorable image in front of her. Maybe Hope is a pretty good group to be in if this is the kind of results it makes.]

Hey, do you wanna work together? I can put some higher up.

[Well hello, fellow teammate! Busy as they are, they always have time to pause for Ellie, brightening immediately at the sight of her- and the little friendship bracelet round her wrist. Same team buddies? Same team buddies. Score.]

Yeah! Do you wanna write some, too?

[Not that messages like You're really Pawsome with a cat scribbled next to them aren't prime material, but two heads are better than one.]

[She feels a little burst of warmth when they light up at the sight of her. Cute.]

Hell yeah I do. But I don't think I'll be able to top these ones. They're pretty good.

[She sure looks keen to try all of a sudden, though.]

Hit me up with those pens.

Y e s. She may as well have told them they've scored a free trip to Hawaii, with the look they're giving her. Pens and paper are shoved her way by eager fingers; show them what you've got, Ellie.]

[She wastes no time in scribbling, big and messy letters in various shades of blue and purple. Next to the message she adds a final touch: an approximation of a little hand giving a cheerful thumbs up, and a smiley face. The message itself reads:

Yeah. You inspired her, Frisk.]

Whaddya think?

[Oh my god Ellie it's got a swear in it.

Cool.]

It's badass. [In perfect replication of the little smiley face, they give her a thumbs up. Maybe Frisk should hook her up with Asgore, and help him change the words they hear when they die up, a little. It'd be way easier to stay Determined with a ten foot tall goat-lion telling them they're a badass.]

[Ellie has absolutely no qualms about the language she may have just taught this kid. They're right. It is badass. Nothin' wrong with saying so.]

So are yours.

[She holds out her hand for a high-five.]

[Oh gosh, is that-

It is. Her hand gets a blank look, for a moment, though they're quick to raise their hand in turn, before she changes her mind.

Then her hand gets the absolute lightest of taps. Barely enough to be felt at all.]

Heck yeah.

[Ellie doesn't even try to hide her stupidly wide grin. This kid, man. They're awesome.]

Heck yeah!

[Not exactly the cursiest of curse words, but credit where credit is due.]

Where should I put it up? You're the boss.

[Excuse you it is a very culturally important swear from the Underground. Do not diss it.]

Um- there? No, there!

[There's plenty of places to put it, but if you ask for Frisk's professional opinion, one of the walls that doesn't look ready to topple over is a great start.]

[I mean sure, she's humoring them a little by asking them where to put it, but they also totally have an eye for this.

An eye that screams, "plaster every available surface!"]

You got it!

[Ellie shoots them a lazy salute and gets to tacking it up.]

Kinda seems like you've got some practice with this. Encouraging people, I mean. "Hope." Whatever.

[Well she is right. "Plaster every available surface" is definitely their aesthetic. Humming quietly, the set their pen down, content in watching her work for the moment.]

Not really? I think I'm supposed to be.

[...]

Not very good at it, though.

I guess I'll just respectfully disagree. I mean, take me for instance. Didn't give a shit about this whole hope thing until I saw you getting involved.

[Uh, wait.]

What do you mean, 'supposed to be'?

[They smile, not really arguing the point. But she decided to help on her own, and that... they can't force her to do that, can they? She should give herself a little more credit.]

Um, back home- there's some stuff I need to do. Nobody else can.

[They smile, and it's such a bright expression, in comparison to what they say.]

But I messed up too much.

[She doesn't like the sound of that, or the ill-fitting expression on their face.

Nobody else can.

There's a whole lot more like you, Ellie.

Ain't done a damn bit of good, neither.]

Everyone messes up.

I know.

[But it's not the same. They don't say it. They don't even really need to, even if they don't realize it.

The words are pretty loud anyway, sitting in the space between them. It's not the same.]

...I think I have enough paper to put something up in every street.

[She still hears it. Knows it to be true.

It doesn't fix or change a damn thing. For them, she wishes it would.]

Pretty ambitious. But hey, I'm down. ...Wanna see how fast we can do it?

Heck yeah.

[Whatever stops them both from thinking about this, they're game.

Hopefully, this is enough.]

Event Log: Patron Gods

hi finally oops

Rejected- 2 late 4 me

god fucking damn it

sorry thems the rules

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