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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-07-16 10:38 am

Event Log: Stepford Summer

Who: Everyone participating in the event
What: The Stepford Summer event!
Where: Across the city
When: July 16th-July 25th
Warnings: None!

Good morning, neighbor!

On the 16th, everyone wakes up feeling a little more... complete. The sun is shining, your bed is nice and comfortable and when you throw off the blankets, your perfect dog (probably named Spot) is sitting eagerly at your feet, waiting to be fed and walked.

The newspaper smacks against your porch and the paper boy calls out in hello as he cycles off further down the road. Sure, you can't actually read the strange symbols on the paper, but it's nice to have the ritual of it in the first place. Your parent or your sibling or your significant other is busy making pancakes in the kitchen when you come in, filling the room with the smell of delicious cooking. Yum!

The rest of the day is much like this. You straighten your tie, adjust your blazer and head off to work at a normal place, doing normal things. So what if you work with a guy who's actually a demon, or a seven foot tall elf? That's normal, isn't it?

There are cracks in the illusion, of course, but whether you're able to put it together is on you. Why would you want to, anyway? You have so many great relatives and an awesome support system, you're drinking awesome coffee every morning, and maybe you'll treat yourself to some ice cream at night before bed. What could be better?

Certainly not the cave. You don't want to remember that, do you?

► This log covers July 16th-25th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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circumitus: nope. nopenopenope. nopenope. nope. (cookies need love like everything does)

Rey.

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-07-16 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: This is going to be a catch-all comment with individual starters below. For more details, feel free to check out Rey's plotting and CR meme comments, or hit me up via any one of these avenues for stuff and things!]
circumitus: Then drank our feelings. I feel feminism delivered. (we ate our feelings)

firehouse. ota.

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-07-16 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
It's quiet today at the station. No roaring sirens, no stomping footsteps or incoherent background chatter. Most of her colleagues have taken refuge elsewhere, probably in the rec room or sleeping in the barracks.

The garage doors are rolled up, though none of the red trucks within are rolling out and it seems that the mechanics have gone for the day. Instead, the cold, empty place is occupied by one: A woman, dressed in casual stationwear, sitting at the rear of a firetruck. Accompanied only by a sickly feline lacking in an eye and leg. Still, the creature hobbles around with ease, undisturbed by even the loudest cries that summons them to a scene. It just happens to be one of the rare quiet moments.

Despite the frequent nudges to join her colleagues in camaraderie, Rey would much rather sit in the silence and company of the animal, affectionately bumping its bald forehead against the palm of her hand as she strokes between its ears and back. The hole left by the still-recent passing of her mother has soured her heart to the prospect of camaraderie. The silent, rumbling companionship of the stray that the others have taken to calling 'Tripod' (for obvious, apparent reasons) has been all the company she wants at the moment. Even her fiancé has given up on urging her to join him and their friends in some stupid distraction, and has since left her to her lonesome in the garage. It's a sad little scene that is certainly noticeable by anyone passing by, or stopping for whatever reason, be it curiosity or business.

For the most part, Rey regards any passersby with a quick look before returning her attention to the cat, who has crawled into her lap and curled up against her. There is something calming in his purrs and lack of useless words. No My condolences, or I'm sorry for your loss, or any of the other pathetic catchphrases people sprout when they have nothing better to say to someone in their grief.

Who could blame them, though? That's what people are supposed to say when they can't think of anything better. Just recite from a script and be done with it. Obligation over. Can we talk about something else?

No.

No, the quiet is nice. Tripod is nice. Fuck everything else.
dedikated: (140 | ᴛʜɪs ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡs ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ)

[personal profile] dedikated 2017-07-17 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
The town doesn't allow for much privacy. Gossip spreads like wildfire in a place where everyone knows everyone else. Kate's all too familiar with it - hell, she dyed her hair pink to stop people from immediately asking about anything else (Hey, aren't you that sprinter? or How're you doing, you know, since-?).

She runs, because that's what she's always done. Jogs the streets alone after school lets out and she can be free of responsibility for a little while (okay, so there's a pile of paperwork waiting, but she's never said she's good at that kind of shit). It's a quiet afternoon, and the time seems to drag with the sun beating down on the streets and her back. 30 minutes when it feels like an hour.

And the problem with this heat - despite the fact that Kate has always gravitated to the sun, to the summer and its beauty - is that her water bottle drains faster than it should, with her drinking all too frequently, and she stops outside the fire station, catching her breath and glaring at the empty plastic container as if it'll refill itself if intimidated enough.

Of course it won't, though, and Kate pads slowly into the station, finds Rey nearly immediately. And of course she knows, because it's a small town and you hear everything, but that doesn't mean she wants to talk about it. Not when it's been years and Kate doesn't even want to talk about her own losses.

So, instead. "Mind if I fill this water bottle?"
circumitus: I was worried that Michael Jackson was ordering takeout from heaven. (thank god they found balloon boy...)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-07-19 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
As the world would have it -- including this fabricated little fantasy -- water doesn't magically materialize from the bottle's contents. Rey came close to commenting on such when she sees Kate pausing outside of the opened station doors.

The instant Kate speaks, Tripod sends a startled look in her direction. One green-yellow eye wide, he scampers off Rey's lap and disappears under one of the trucks. Rey just sighs. This isn't abnormal behavior since she first met the cat... thing.

"Sure. Hope you don't mind from the tap. Filter is broken, but doubt that it'll give you E. coli or worse."

A sad, sad joke on Rey's part. Don't mind her.
dedikated: (174 | ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴏᴜʀs)

[personal profile] dedikated 2017-07-23 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
That.

Is a weird cat. Then again, unless the animal's in a zoo or a roughly drawn recreation, Kate has zero experience with them. Maybe that's how they work. But generally speaking, she's more comfortable with watching animals from behind glass, with a plaque of random facts at her disposal.

"Shit," she starts, entirely deadpan, before her expression lightens a little. (And maybe, maybe there's a brief glance over Rey's body. What. There's only so much eye candy in this town, and Kate's well's been dry for ages, so to speak.) "Only drink pure bottled spring water." One bad joke for another, but that's how life goes. You find something small to roll your eyes at so the big things can be ignored. And, with a shrug, Kate makes her way to the tap, filling up her bottle.

"Looks like you're swamped." More dry quips before she takes a drink and tops up the bottle.
save_theworld: (hey man I lived don't be hatin')

:)

[personal profile] save_theworld 2017-07-19 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
People keep telling them not to bother her. Frisk doesn't get it.

They've never been a bother before. A curious kid, they'd come across the fire station one day on their own, when wandering feet had decided going in the direction of home was for people who didn't have a sense of adventure.

Most of the town knew them. They knew most of the town. They know Rey- and she's always been happy to see them.

Besides, Tripod is the best kitty ever. He's the first to greet them, head lifting from her lap and gracing Frisk with a creaky little mrow; a hello friend. You're welcome here.

"I think he likes you better than anyone."
circumitus: Me? I'll be in my room with a breakfast burrito at 2:30am. (it's up to you...)

8)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-07-20 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Contrary to people's caveats, Rey does not greet Frisk like they're a bother. She's actually quite grateful to see the kid, who doesn't approach her carefully like it's necessary to walk around eggshells. Tripod is the same way; just as affectionate as he's always been. But Frisk is right -- he does seem more attached to her than any others here.

Unlike with most who address her, Tripod doesn't immediately flee when Frisk speaks. His head leans into her hand as she strokes the top of his hairless head, between his floppy ears; one single eye closing in content. When he purrs, he sounds like a rumbling machine than a normal cat. Then again, Tripod is no normal cat by any means.

"Think so," Rey comments as Tripod nuzzles her shoulder, grinning. She raises a brow. "Not sure why, but others seem to feel sick around him. He seems... fine."

As in, the cat is not dying. Just potentially radioactive and for some reason Rey and her father aren't affected.
circumitus: I ONLY KNOW HOLA. (EVERYONE IS SPEAKING SPANISH)

markets. ota.

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-07-19 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
This is insane. To think that she has gone from extinguishing an arsonist's work downtown to purchasing groceries... It's insane. Is she insane? She has to be.

Rey grunts under her breath, carrying a plastic basket under her arm with a piece of paper in the other, detailing a list of things that both her fiancé and wedding planner had in mind. How strange it is that she's been taking every last chance to not think about it, though. That she would rather be anywhere but here, with the constant reminder of her dress being resized and everything else?

Yes, maybe she has gone mad, for thinking that these events are any way natural. Hell, she still carries the scent of burnt wood and smoke from having salvaged what was left of a burning building. And now she's here, like some pathetic domestic housewife...

Wife. Her gut turns at the thought. She's distracted, stopping in front of a fruit stand. Eyes focused on the paper, but the words are muddled. Unclear.

What was she supposed to buy, again?

"Why am I here...?" Rey mutters to herself, unsure of the answer.
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[personal profile] foundafamily 2017-07-19 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Is that..? It has to be. Even from across the store, Firo can recognize that random lady he's seen at the station before. He's pretty sure she's not a cop, but if she's hanging out with them, that means that she's just as bad.

His first inclination is to turn around and go, but... well, he came here to work. And she doesn't even look like she's paying attention, which is perfect for Firo's purposes.

He makes his way over, slow and easy, pretending to be browsing the long line of vegetables. That path draws him gradually closer to her, until they're nearly back to back. It's then that, casual as can be, he goes to dip his fingers into her pocket.
circumitus: We're listening to the crystal method and doing bong hits for jesus. (how are you texting me from 1998?)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-07-20 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Her senses catch the presence of someone approaching her. That's fine. No big deal. They're at a grocery store, so of course there are going to be other patrons there. Of course she's not alone.

But when she senses a deft hand going for the pocket of her coat, Rey reacts as any woman should.

By dropping everything and going to grab the offender by the neck and arm, attempt to throw him over her shoulder, and onto his back.

You know. Normal stuff like that.
foundafamily: (Default)

[personal profile] foundafamily 2017-07-21 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
Firo doesn't even process what's happened until he's in the air.

And then reality and the ground hit him hard enough to knock the breath out of his lungs. The first thing he can think to say when he gets it back is, "What the hell?!"

Seriously, rude.
circumitus: (it's your credit card)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-07-24 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Very rude.

But then, so is trying to pickpocket.

Rey eases off when she realizes that it's just a kid. Not a small, helpless child, but a young person nevertheless.

"Could be saying that same shit to you." Seriously, dude. Do you reach into people's pockets often?
foundafamily: (pic#7644682)

[personal profile] foundafamily 2017-07-31 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Can he still try to play this off? He doesn't think so, but what choice does he have? If he runs, she'll probably just call the cops (or throw him around again).

Firo shoves himself to his feet and brushes himself off.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Mind your own business."
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-08-01 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
With Rey's track record of occasionally dealing with the shady types, she's less inclined to call the cops.

"Much like how you were minding your own business, just a minute ago? Am not stupid."

And he isn't getting anywhere by playing dumb himself.
foundafamily: (pic#7644682)

[personal profile] foundafamily 2017-08-03 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Firo decides to stick to his admittedly flimsy story. He didn't actually manage to take anything off of her, but that might work in his favor here.

"You are, since you're apparently just making shit up. I told you; I don't know what you're talking about."

His eyes dart around the peripheries to make sure no one's noticed their little spat.
circumitus: its people like u that make people like me go to rehab. he has a lazy eye for christ sakes. (your girlfriend is a south jersey whore)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-08-07 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
So far, so good. A good thing, too, because Rey herself isn't too eager to draw attention to the scene.

"Playing dumb won't get you very far, either, kid." She sounds less angry and more mildly irritated with Firo's life choices.
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[personal profile] foundafamily 2017-08-10 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Hm, so it doesn't seem like that tactic's going to work. Firo bristles and draws himself up to his full height. "What's it to you? You wanna make something of it?"

He can't very well back down or run. So he's stuck like this.
circumitus: You were in the girls bathroom yelling at some random chick because you thought she stole all the urinals. (that's why you were kicked out.)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-08-13 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately for Firo, 'full height' doesn't make him any larger than Rey, a woman who looks like she could snap a cinderblock in two with her bare hands.

"You can cut the act already -- it's not like I'm going to turn you in."

She's dealt with enough troubled individuals to not get easily uppity about theft.
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[personal profile] foundafamily 2017-08-14 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not--" Not acting, and certainly not worried! Nosiree, not this kid who's now staring at the floor in embarrassment.

He shakes his head roughly and forges ahead, trying to sound cool and calm. "Anyway, I thought you worked with those cops."

Sure, she's not a cop, but being near them is more than enough for Firo. She must have their cop cooties; he just knows it.
circumitus: If you can't drink cheep beer and whiskey with me, I don't want you. (fuck it)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-08-22 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
An act like that just fills her to the brim with assurance. Yes it does.

No it doesn't.

"Cops?" Rey scoffs. "No. Fire department. Not at all the same thing."
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[personal profile] foundafamily 2017-08-26 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd laugh if he were in the mood for it. As it is, he raises an eyebrow and gives her a 'come on' look. "Close enough. You're all the same."
circumitus: its people like u that make people like me go to rehab. he has a lazy eye for christ sakes. (your girlfriend is a south jersey whore)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-08-27 10:33 am (UTC)(link)
Rey just gives Firo a look that about screams is this kid fucking serious?

"We put out fires -- we don't arrest them. Or people, for that matter."

Though she could make some calls if she wanted to.
Edited 2017-08-27 10:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] foundafamily 2017-09-03 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
He knows that! Of course he knows that... Firo crosses his arms and gives what he fancies is a very stern look.

"Do you think you're some kinda comedian?"
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-09-04 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Rey just gives him a wry look.

"Depends. Do you think you're some sort of actor?"

Considering how he was playing dumb just a minute ago. Sorry, kid, but you're not one to talk.
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[personal profile] foundafamily 2017-09-08 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"No." He stares back blankly. Obviously he's not! "Anyway, my point is that you're not funny and you're not fooling anybody. I know what you people are like."

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