Event Log: A Blustery Day

[hadrielmods]

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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Comments

HECK YEAH HECK YEAH!!!

[save_theworld]

[He takes them by surprise, a sudden figure in the rain crouching next to them, and they flinch before squinting upwards, wiping water out of their eyes to take him in. Their entire posture relaxes, after that; almost apologetic as they reach back to him, grasp a hand and stumble closer. Would say sorry, except he might not hear them over the wind.

It's howling. Undyne would have loved it.]

[wynand]

[An initial flinch is never a good sign, though they seem to adjust quickly. He needs no further prompting before he lifts them up, gingerly, planting them firmly on his shoulders with steadying hands keeping them atop. It doesn't grant much protection from the wind and rain, but it means they'll be moving faster as Jack sets off at a rapid jog through the weather in what is probably the most disorienting and bizarre piggyback ride he's ever given.

(He's never given one, which is perhaps why it didn't occur to him that this might be a problem.)]

[save_theworld]

[They do like Jack, they do- they also like being picked up, upon occasion. The most recent of which was a piggyback as well; hefted up on Rosen's shoulders after teaching him how to play hopscotch. It's a good memory, a fond one.

By comparison, Frisk isn't quite sure they're okay with this. Their startled noise is lost to the wind, staying quiet afterwards and grasping at the side of his head, bouncing with every step. It's hard to feel secure in the rain and wind, hunkering down low on his head, trying and failing to blink the water out of their eyes.

No, they're not too fond of this at all. But he means well, they think. He means well. They're okay.

They're fine. They're okay.]

[wynand]

[It doesn't take long to find a large hulk of a tree that provides some rudimentary shelter, after which he promptly crouches to let them off, if they require it. It's not much at all, but it's a start, just to make sure they're safe for now.

He shakes his head to clear the rainwater from his eyes, panting slightly.]

Sorry.

[save_theworld]

[They take the opportunity when it comes, sliding down from their perch and taking a polite step back, rubbing their face on their sleeve.]

S'okay. [They sniff; mostly because their nose is cold and a little runny, before attempting to push some of the soaked locks of hair out of their face. It keeps sticking to their cheeks, much to their irritation.] It's wet.

...How come you're outside?

[wynand]

[It's wet, and this is no place for a child to be. The Little Sisters never caught their death in Rapture despite the wet and cold, but they had the ADAM to supplement their health, and keep them safe from the worst of those conditions. Frisk here has no such protection.]

Trying to keep the orchard safe. [But the same could be asked of them, and it soon is:] You?