Event Log: A Blustery Day

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Who: All characters participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Blustery Day event
Where: All over the city!
When: June 15th-17th
Warnings: Harsh weather conditions

Good morning and welcome to your Hadriel Weather Forecast! On the doppler today is a high chance of rainfall, coupled with dark, angry clouds, and even some hail an rumbling of wayward thunder! If you're wondering "we're in a cave, how can we have weather in a cave", then congratulations, you're doing exactly what Confusion wants you to do! Which is- you know, be confused.

For the next few days, the weather will be aggressively stormy, with severity ranging from 'mild annoyance' to full-on 'batten down the hatches and hold on'. While no tornadoes will touch down, you might want to prepare yourselves for a few dashes of lightning, winds that could knock you over, and golfball-sized hail ready to cause a couple of bruises and broken windows!

Speaking of which, are any of these houses weatherproofed? You... uh, might want to look into that, if you've got the time. Surely a few friends could help you out- just make sure you stay warm and dry! The shops aren't stocked with any new coats or anything, so you'll have to make do with what you've got. Maybe some of you still have your ugly christmas sweaters!

► This log covers June 15th-June 17th.
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[leashed]

Alright.

[And he... shuts the window and goes about with his day.]

[danseur]

[ and.... fifteen minutes later, morgan will rap his knuckles pitifully on the window. he's frowning, trying not to seem like he's admitting defeat. ]

-- hey. Do you have any more tea.

[leashed]

[Morgan, you booger.

Rome stares at him for a moment, a little disbelievingly, before he finally nods his head toward the front door.]

I'll put a pot on if you come in.

[danseur]

[ he cuts his eyes toward the door, deliberating, and then - reluctantly - heads that way.





he knocks. :| ]

[leashed]

[Rome moves to answer the door, longsuffering, but still polite as he steps aside to let Morgan's sodden form inside.]

Have a seat.

[He gestures toward the kitchen table before moving to the stovetop and busying himself with boiling water.]

[danseur]

[ drenched, dripping, and shivering in perhaps the most annoyed way possible, he walks to the kitchen and takes a heavy seat at whatever chair is available.

he is sulking. ]

[leashed]

[Rome sees no point in taking care of or coddling him, not when they aren't friends and Morgan has never been anything but angry toward him- and so he doesn't offer him a spare change of clothes or anything.

He does, however, move into another room and come out with a spare towel, which he drapes over Morgan's shoulders on the way back to the kitchen.]

If you died while stalking me, I'd have to report it to my superiors.

[danseur]

[ it's alright. morgan probably wouldn't accept the offer, even if rome gave it. he does wrap his hands around the cup and hunch his shoulders a little defensively, though. ]

And then you'd throw a party?

[leashed]

Don't be ridiculous.

[He chides, pouring himself some more tea.]

I don't know how many times I have to explain this to you.

[danseur]

One more, it looks like.

[ he sinks a little into his chair, looking absolutely ridiculous. he'd seem like a churlish child if he weren't so tall, and so the slouch makes him look like a gangly adolescent more than anything else.

finally, quietly, he observes: ]

How'd you get the driest house in the city?

[leashed]

I don't want you to die, [he says, routine as he moves back toward the table,] I'm doing this to protect you as much as anyone else.

[He's said it enough times now that it's starting to ring a little hollow.]

I weatherproofed my house. It wasn't difficult.

[danseur]

Yeah. Whatever.

[ it had still never settled comfortably in him, that feeling he'd internalized growing up -- that he was something people needed to be protected from. ]

Didn't know they taught roofing wherever you were trained.

[ he's nursing the tea, his teeth chattering just slightly. ]

[leashed]

They don't.

[Simply. He's gonna let Morgan suffer for just a little while longer.]

But it isn't difficult. I collected various forms of plastic sheeting and taped it to the leaking areas.

[danseur]

Where'd you get the plastic sheeting?

[ he's not looking at rome directly. he's TRYING to speak as if he's just curious, and not as if he's thinking about doing the same to his own home. ]

[leashed]

In one of the stores. There was some other alien hardware in it.

[Nothing that could really be used effectively by someone with two hands and five fingers on each, but interesting all the same.

Finally, Rome has had enough of Morgan's sorry shivering.]

I'll get you dry clothes. Wait here.

[danseur]

I don't need your charity.

[ but morgan says it pathetically, half-heartedly, like he's already accepted that yes, he needs rome's charity. he sighs, peeling his wet shirt off and tossing it toward the window, before he finishes nursing the tea. he'll wait until rome returns to continue: ]

But fine, whatever. Can I crash on your floor until this rain chills out?

[leashed]

You want to... sleep on my floor?

[It's an odd place to request to sleep, and Rome is even more confused because Morgan refused his offer and then started stripping anyway.]

Why are you removing your clothing?

[danseur]

[ morgan stares at him for a moment, before throwing his wet shirt at rome's head. there are goosebumps on his arms. ]

-- okay, fuck, fine. I do need your charity, can you just accept the fact that I'm gonna bitch about it? My place is flooded.

[leashed]

[He's not anticipating the shirt being thrown at him, and it whaps him in the face uncomfortably before Rome peels it off with a grimace and drops it to the ground.]

Don't throw things.

[He admonishes, before disappearing off into his room to get something Morgan can fit into.]

[danseur]

Got it, ma.

[ it's said a little grumpily as he stands at the window he'd been peering in before, pale and clammy and in nothing but a pair of boxers with little pawprints on them. the irony does not escape him. he keeps his arms folded across his chest, looking for everything like the world's tallest, sulkiest teenage boy. ]

[leashed]

[Rome eventually emerges, carrying a change of clothes, which he sets on the table that Morgan has recently vacated.]

These might be small, but they should fit.

[A pause.]

You don't have to sleep on the floor. I have chairs. Or you can use the bed when I'm away.

[danseur]

[ morgan holds the top up, frowning at the size, before he just kind of gives a defeated shrug and slips it on. ]

Yeah, whatever. There's no way I'm sleeping in your bed, but whatever.

[ and then he speNDS THE NEXT TWO WEEKS staying up all night and sleeping in rome's bed all day, whatever. ]