hadriel_logs | you can't wake up, this is not a dream [OPEN]

Who: Rey and anyone willing to deal with her crazy ass.
What: Now that the madness of the thrilling citysplit adventure hour is over, Rey attempts to deal with the aftermath of her outburst and attempted murder during Love's return... in a rather not-so-wholesome way.
Where: Robot House and the Old Bar.
When: Catch-all log for April!
Warnings: Colorful language and maybe some allusions of the sexual kind. Will update if necessary!

I. First Spiral Neighborhood; House 1401

To probably no one's surprise, Rey hasn't been feeling very social lately. Even the rejoining of the city doesn't have her rushing towards friends and acquaintances, especially not the ones she had cursed out not long before everything went to hell.

She should be grateful. Things are okay. For once, it didn't seem as though the entire fucking sky was falling.

Then why did it still feel so bad?

Nick's in one piece, as are Bianca and Firo. Russia... She hasn't heard from Russia since the city came back together, but he is usually the one to seek her out instead of the other way around.

In any case, she doesn't leave her room all that much, and she's been more or less totally absent from the Guard. Most of her time has been spent in her room, curled up sleeplessly in various corners of her room. When the gods announce their revelry consisting of feats, racing, and musical celebration, there is still very little sign sign of Rey where she keeps herself scarce.

Whether you bother to knock, help yourself inside, or take a peek through the window over the ground level balcony, Rey isn't accepting any visitors. That doesn't mean that those more persistent aren't willing to endeavor to try, though.

It isn't that one finds her injured. The more serious wounds she bears have long since healed, and what remains are scars deeper than the ones that can be seen. But that's usually the case with her.

II. Old Bar

When Rey isn't being dead to the world, she is tending to the restoration of the old bar. What had once been an establishment founded by Sally Malik has now come under the care of Rey, along with a few like-minded individuals calling themselves Ned and Jacob.

Though hardly the sole proprietor of the place, it seems to be the location Rey is most likely to haunt over the weeks following the city's reunion. Sometimes she's arranging some new furniture and decor, while others she is working on producing more liquor and wine to ferment.

These things take time. At the risk of leaving the city bar-less for long in the wake of Delight's reluctance to bring hers back, this is their best alternative.

So far, anyway.

Besides, it's good to have a hobby, isn't it?

III. Wildcard

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Threaded | Flat

He ends up crashed out here, 'cause of course he does. 'Cause pickin' his way back home would be - a little too immediate, feels like. A little too familiar. He don't quite mean to simply doze into oblivion when he ends up here, nor does he actually mean to end up at the bar itself.

But end up there he does. Scrapes up a chair, plonks his coccyx into one of the seats, and is almost immediately out like a light.

It's a fitful rest at best. He keeps seeing a lotta things behind closed sockets: kids falling from walls, faces slit open in wide, reddened grins; a high scream of claws and teeth hitching into skin as she told him go because she'd cover him; a buzzing, static-torn message that barely gets through, that must'a been important, only he only catches a handful of it. A patient, bright smile atop a skull that inevitably becomes parted from its body, the headless spine waving uselessly among the ice and snow before it folds to dust and takes the vibrant arc of red with it.

He jerks awake with a start, periodically, unable to catch more than an hour or so at a time. Place is mostly empty. Mostly.

Thank god for that.

Curufn has heard a rumor (from one of the gods) that someone might be trying to pull together an alternative to Delight's Bar. He locates the place and nudges the door open. "Anyone home?" he calls.

Bianca lets herself in. She holds her head high, and refuses to let her moments of abject, miserable terror inform her actions. No one witnessed it, therefore it never happened. She is gaunt and limping a little, but mostly unhurt.

When she finds Rey, she stares for a moment, and can find nothing worth speaking out of the rat's nest of emotions behind her eyes. In the end she just sinks down, a slow motion surrender, and folds herself onto the floor with her head resting on Rey's legs.

Alphys spends a little bit of time being dead to the world too; after that last literal world-shakeup, I don't think anyone could blame them, even if she didn't quite exhaust herself fighting. Eventually, she's all but forced out of the house because of hunger, and after picking around the shops and the city, she ends up poking her head into the structure.

She'd heard there was another bar-- well, she had never gone to the first, so there was little point of comparison-- but this one seemed just as nice. Alphys steps in tentatively, finally spotting Rey and giving a gentle wave in her direction.

"Hey-- s-sorry, am I, uhm, interrupting, or anything?"

old bar

II -- Old Bar

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