EVENT LOG: GATHER UP

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EVENT LOG:
GATHER UP

characters: everyone.
location: beacon at large.
date/time: september 16-25.
content: a town-wide selfie scavenger hunt!
warnings: unflattering camera angles.

🔎📸😘

It starts with a network post, and then a song begins to play in the Invincible, loud enough to be heard throughout Bonfire Square. Welcome to the scavenger hunt, everyone! You've been tasked with finding 25 "items" in and around Beacon, so hop to it!

Please remember to ICly report your findings on Robin's network post if you want them to count toward a prize! As a further reminder, you're free to interpret the list items however you/your character would like, and you're free to assume your character can find all of these things somewhere in town without running into trouble! Just don't stray too far from town to go gallivanting off into the wilderness, as that might be dangerous. This includes finding forest spirits! You're welcome to NPC your own forest spirit encounters, just like in our last event.

That said, if you would like to search a particular area for a fun surprise, let us know below!

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[otrazhenie]

[ As someone who lives in the Invincible, she knows full well that the bar's never really closed. She's indulged in its offerings more times than she can count in the weeks since her arrival, the sorry excuse for whiskey helping to curb her cravings just the tiniest bit — which, for her, is more than enough justification for copious consumption. But as many times as she's walked into the bar, there has never been this particular face here before.

It's not a welcome one. ]

You've gotta be kidding me.

[ Does she sound tired? Exasperated? Absolutely. ]

[unpredict]

[ ah, yes—he unfortunately recognises that voice immediately. it's a little hard to forget the voice of someone who was complicit in your unjustly murder. did nik finally get to her? did he finally exact his revenge he seemed so adamant he had attempted to follow through on? must've been hard for him, given it wasn't his favourite brother.

the self-deprecation is only making him madder. he refocuses, remembering how anger had done nothing but incite the ancestors when he was in their realm.

kol doesn't react, despite very much wanting to—instead, he remains with his back mostly to her, his gaze on the alcohol before him. he waits a few intentional moments, unresponsive to her until he deems it aggravating enough.

when her turns around, he tilts his head with a purposefully confused frown. when he speaks, it's with his shit-eating smile, ] Ah—Elise, wasn't it? From Mystic Falls? I'm surprised to see you're here.

[ he's not, and he sure as hell doesn't sound it. she'll notice he has a nice haircut now. ]

[otrazhenie]

[ There are very few people who can incite instant irritation in Elena Gilbert; most of them are named Mikaelson. It's a charming family trait that she is thus far convinced skipped Hope's generation because the other girl seems nothing like the uncle standing before Elena (and certainly nothing like her father). ]

Save the pleasantries, Kol. I'm too tired for your games.

[ And she is, something in her weighing her down so much that even that sharp irritation at the very sight of him isn't enough to truly ignite her ire. Instead, she walks over to the bar, keeping half her attention on the man she'd helped kill while she selects her own bottle of low-grade alcohol. Some part of her might want to rage and fight him, take out all her issues on the man who had helped try to destroy her life, but a much larger part just really wants a drink. ]

[unpredict]

[ "tired" clearly means "i want to play" in kol language.

he watches her with an amused close-lipped smile, staying where he is. there's really no point in moving—she does it all for him. while he has never thought much of what would happen if he ever came face to face with elena gilbert again, he did fantasise in quite a lot of detail what he'd do to his best bud jeremy.

no point in detailing that out now. being on the other side had been tiresome and boring—something that was amplified after matt donovan had come across.

resting his hand on the top of the bar, he taps his fingers restlessly as his gaze follows her. best to keep both eyes on her. fool him once... ]

But pleasantries make this conversation much more easier to bear. [ still said with a smile and almost a skip to his stationary step. ] Would you rather I be as unpleasant as that drink you've chosen?

[otrazhenie]

I would rather you not be here.

[ The words slip out with ease even as they fall flat even to her ears. There's no energy behind them the way there used to be, no drive or purpose behind the venom she could manage with his family. The kitten's claws have dulled with pain and she doesn't care if he knows it. She doesn't care about much at all anymore. ]

But since that doesn't seem to be an option...

[ She doesn't finish the statement, grabbing a bottle of vodka and plopping into a seat at the bar. A glass is considered for all of one second before she simply twists the cap off and takes a long drink straight from the bottle. It is not good vodka by any means, but the alcohol content is strong and that's exactly what she needs as she gives him a sidelong stare of almost contempt. ]

[unpredict]

That's the only thing we'll ever agree on.

[ kol doesn't want to be here. he hadn't wanted to be dead the first time nor the second… and now that it's the third? he's wondering if it'll stick. (he hopes not.) where his line of thought goes, he doesn't show it. instead, he looks at her with a slight curve to his lips. ]

You don't wear death very well. [ it's an insult and it's not an insult—kol simply states it. he doesn't have to work hard with his insults these days, as pointing out were people fall short usually does the trick.

uncaring, kol moves so he's two seats away from her, resting his arm on the countertop. he doesn't sit. ] You're more pouty than usual. How did karma finally catch up with you?

[otrazhenie]

[ Do any of them really want to be here? As far as she can tell, none of them died of old age after living long and peaceful lives. That certainly doesn't seem to be the case, judging by all the young and middle-aged people here. All of them had other things they wanted to do with their lives; hopes, dreams, loved ones left behind.

Though, in a way, Elena is glad to be here. So many of her loved ones have already been lost, and she was no use to the ones still around in her depressed state of not being able to accept Damon's death. In a way, this is better. Here, she can have a purpose again, using her abilities and self-sacrificing nature to try and protect these people and stop this vicious cycle before there's another reset.

The insult slides right over her and she takes another drink. She hadn't worn life very well there at the end either. ]

I fell, hit my head. Don't know why it stuck that time, but here I am. [ And here he is. This afterlife just keeps getting better and better. ]

What about you, Kol? You look different from when we killed you. [ Yes, she noticed the haircut, and with the way other Originals kept popping back up after what were thought to be final deaths, she's pretty sure that's going to be his story too. ]

[unpredict]

[ ah, what a pity—nik really didn't exact his revenge. perhaps if it had been rebekah that had been murdered… putting her soul into the body of that other witch had been a deserving prank, and yet, nik had almost torn his head off. there's no point in feeling disappointed—his expectations for his brother were very low to begin with.

with a deep breath in, he dramatically sighs. ] The Other Side's hairdresser took quite the pity on me. I never much liked that hair, but I thought I'd try and fit in since it seemed to be the craze… [ he shakes his head, tapping his fingers against the countertop.

as much as it'd be a fantastic feeling to boast—two people saw him for the formidable creature he had been, one literally wanting to use him and the other simply loving him—he doesn't want to. informing elena of how he's come to live not once but twice over is information he doesn't feel she deserves to know just yet. he may be the reckless one, but he's the only mikaelson who had good relationships with witches for centuries for a good reason.

he smiles sweetly. ] Your murder didn't stick. It seems I had a guardian angel on my side.

[ the second time. the first was esther, and she was much more akin to a puppeteer. but the second? well… it may all be said to get under elena's skin, but kol does feel a genuine warmth at the mere thought of davina. in fact, it makes his smile a little more genuine. ]