Event Log: Patron Gods

[hadrielmods]

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!

Comments

[manofmettle]

"That's a relief."

At least Delight knows better than to enable the delight of those who might like to see the city burn.

Dsnse moves on to the counter, giving it one last spruce up. "I had been thinking of speaking to Delight to learn more of her motivations, but with the destruction of the bar, I'm not sure she would entertain any visitors right now."

[circumitus]

Rey snorts ever-so-ladylike and waves a hand, dismissing Danse's concerns.

"Technically speaking, they're the ones who asked for this when they arranged this whole competition. If anyone is to blame for what happened to their bar, it's her siblings."

Though that might be giving the gods too much credit in their ability to see reason, but Delight never struck her as the type who would lash out.

[manofmettle]

Danse looks up and listens, but he isn't too convinced that the gods were asking for it.

"The inclination to win isn't so strong that we're robbed of reason and choice. But maybe it could be different for Rage's team. One of them was completely livid on the network the other day. Even if she was trying to make me angry, her temper ran hot enough that she threw rotten eggs and paint at me."

Danse has not had a good week.

[circumitus]

The levity in Rey's tone and expression drains pretty fast.

"Rage's influence is definitely one of the more difficult ones to resist. It might not help that there are plenty of angry people here already."

Rey herself having been one of them. She still doesn't much appreciate the time Rage made everyone inclined to kill one another. Rey especially was not okay with being used to nearly murder a girl in cold blood.

[manofmettle]

The change in Rey is abrupt enough to suggest that Rey has some personal experience with Rage. Danse wisely errs on the side of caution to drop the argument.

"There's plenty to be angry about here," he concedes. At any rate, Rey's certainly gives him pause for thought, and to reconsider his first impression of that blonde woman that insulted him in front of Tranquillity's temple.

"Do you think Delight would hold Rage somewhat accountable for the destruction of her bar?"

[circumitus]

There's no arguing that. Rey had enough anger towards Rage herself after just the one incident. No doubt she'd enjoyed that.

"Probably, but doubt they would take it out on each other after all the time and effort taken for their revival."

No. They get to be the convenient pawns in the middle of their little family feud.

[manofmettle]

"Makes sense. It's taking Hope quite awhile to prepare for Love's arrival. He probably won't have enough power for awhile to revive anymore of them."

The counter is finished. Danse rubs hard on the final spot to get it out, but no matter how hard he scrubs its not going anywhere.

"I'm afraid that's the best I can do. Is there anything else I can assist with?"

[circumitus]

"It usually takes a few weeks, for whatever reason. Hope takes his sweet time."

For better or for worse. Rey is not particularly wild about Love's revival, and the more distractions she can find to keep her mind off the inevitable, the better.

"Should be fine for now." She pauses. "You want a drink? A real one -- not juice."

Sorry, Danse. She does not know.

[manofmettle]

Danse doesn't hold it against her. In fact, he simply waves his hand in a casual "no" and shakes his head.

"It's not to say that I don't appreciate the gesture. In better times I would have said yes. Right now though, I'm not in the best state to be consuming alcohol. Lately I've been...reminded of certain events of my past."

He looks down at the cup of juice. He wonders what Rey would think of him for admitting this particular weakness of his? A person so flimsy that even a hallucination could drive him into a drunk-stupor if alcohol was in easy reach.

"I have not always been responsible when it comes to consuming alcoholic beverages, especially when I am emotionally compromised. I'd rather not dwell on those times or risk them again."

When Cutler died, Danse had sought refuge in bottle after bottle. Locking himself in his quarters while he drank and mourned and grieved and drank, as if the burning in his throat and the fog on his mind could distract him from the truth of his best friend's death. It did not befit a Paladin to drown himself in booze, and on a personal level Danse would never condone that kind of behavior in any Brotherhood soldier. His hypocrisy only steered him deeper into the depths of sorrow and humiliation. He had fit the stereotype of a traumatized soldier to a T, and even till today he's still ashamed of how he had coped with Cutler's death.

So. Never again.

[circumitus]

Likewise, Rey does not hold Danse's so-called 'weakness' against him. It's a symptom that isn't too uncommon among veterans who have seen their fair share of shit. Hell, it'd be more worrisome if he didn't have some baggage or two to carry around here. Shows that he actually gives a damn.

She hesitates, holding that thought for a moment before she pulls up a glass of her own, and proceeds to fill it with a different sort of non-alcoholic drink. Not just for Danse's sake, but for her own as well. While the taste does not bother her (actually, she has grown rather fond of it), she is not inclined to revel in the amount it takes to get her effectively inebriated.

"That's probably smart," she notes, taking a test sip of her drink. It seems safe. A little something left behind on the shelves here from before their arrival. She can't place the flavor, but it's not always easy for her to when she still hasn't sampled many varieties out there. Then, she nods, lowering the glass to the counter. "Am not the most responsible drunk, either. Punched Nick's eye out. Broke my brother's nose once. Blacked out a few times."

Some people might have died, though she can't remember and she never bothered to ask for the details of the 'Machete Incident', as her brother had so affectionately dubbed. After fixing his face, that is.

When she isn't three sheets to the wind on the floor making suggestions of adding chainsaw feet to her roommate, she's more fighty than usual after a bottle or two. And it does take about that much to get there.

[manofmettle]

Isn't that a funny coincidence? Both him and Rey have knocked out Nick's optical functions. He might've even cracked a dark joke about it...but no. No one's proud of their drunken fights and shenanigans. Rey's sharing something personal with him to empathise, and he respects her too much to be distasteful about it anyway.

"Thank you for understanding." Danse raises his cup of juice at her direction. "That being said, we still need to celebrate the start of your new enterprise. I wouldn't be opposed to a responsible drinking session with you after all this is over." And with that, he downs the rest of his juice, setting the cup firmly down on the counter.

[circumitus]

It would be funny if Nick was someone who had been asking for it. As it was, both times ended with Rey having to put her roommate's optical functions back in their rightful place. Still, she had a feeling that Danse wouldn't care.

"Sounds like a plan. Know a couple people who'd might be offended if they weren't invited, though."

Firo and Bianca specifically come to mind.

A party of sorts could be what they need. And what Delight also needs, after losing her own bar.