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hadriel_logs2017-09-10 10:06 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-09-10 10:06 am
Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- 9s,
- akira kurusu,
- angus mcdonald,
- atem,
- calanthe,
- daenerys targaryen,
- dr. temperance brennan,
- elena fisher,
- ellie,
- george lass,
- harlan halliday,
- hayden,
- ignis scientia,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- jo harvelle,
- kravitz,
- lup,
- magnus burnsides,
- margaery tyrell,
- merle highchurch,
- michael munroe,
- oscar,
- philip,
- seel har parasiel,
- trafalgar law,
- tucker
Intro Log: The Joys of Composting
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for September
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: September 10th-14th
Warnings: New folks! Bugs! Weird stuff!
What: The intro log for September
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: September 10th-14th
Warnings: New folks! Bugs! Weird stuff!
It's that time again! Or, well, probably the very first time for you. It's not that often that you turn up in a different world - unless it is. You awaken on the ground of a large arena, a stone ceiling stretching high above you. Welcome to Hadriel! Don't worry, you weren't the only one who woke up here. So did a bunch of other people - and so did some monsters.
Yup, crawling around being incredibly gross are quite a few Jauchekafers, large beetles that feed off chemical and biological waste from humans. When upset or alarmed, they're perfectly happy to swarm and attack people, so hopefully you didn't wake up in the middle of them. Being about two and a half feet long, their bites can do quite a bit of damage, and that's not even counting the toxicity that might be passed on from their diet!
Speaking of their diet, those beetles aren't the only trash that's washed up in Hadriel this month. While making your escape from the arena, you might stumble over a interesting table or a possibly comfy chair, or even a piece of art. A lot of it's pretty cool, but you're not gonna find anything that isn't made out of trash. But hey, maybe that's your aesthetic?
Don't get too distracted by all this trash that has been turned into treasure. After you've find your way out of the colosseum there's plenty of other distractions! Feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, a new monster, a project to help with, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!► This log covers September 10th-14th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
( 13th | closed to Trafalgar Law )
A tall, armored one, literally settles a much more smaller one (whom they had been carrying over their shoulder) leaning against the door. Does he seem familiar? Yeah, of course, that obnoxious hair is so telling! It is that insolent teen from some days before, and truth to be told, he doesn't look too good.
The other guy, armored from head to toes, merely gives the inside of the clinic a brief stare before he jumps into the cave's ceiling, getting lost from view in a second.
Atem follows the figure with his eyes until there is nothing to be seen, then he just lets his own weight bring him all the way down to the floor. He's so tired... Shit man, where did the blood on his clothes came from? He doesn't remember getting injured.
Ah, it is not Atem's. Why does he look like crap, then? ]
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What happened? What is this...
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or... he tries to. It's not at all successful.
You did a terrible job, pirate... is what he so wishes to say, but instead he just gives him a rather tired look (feverish? could be) and he adds: ]
My leg...
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Did you change the bandage? I thought I told you to look after this.
[stern, curt, ready to lecture at any moment. But at the same time, swift to work. It doesn't take much to see that the blood isn't from an obvious injury, which leaves him free to rather bodily haul the kid to his feet and steer him toward the next room and a seat.]
Tell me the symptoms. The faster, the better.
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There weren't any-- Ah...!
[ Egyptian Jesus! Would it kill him to be gentler? But yeah, whatever. It beats sitting on the floor. ]
It hurts.
[ Obviously!! ]
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Hurts like it reopened, or a more burning ache?
[he'll be able to see for himself whether it's infected in a minute or two, once he rolls up that pant leg and undoes the bandages, but it's always better to go in knowing as much as possible.]
If you reopened it, it could mean stitches this time.
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It stings.
[ Pause, pause, pause... He's feeling a little cold but is it worth saying it? ]
Do what you must... I don't really care.
[ Everything hurts, he's cold, he's hungry and he wants
his Yugi!to go home. Wherever that might be. No but really, it all resumes to, he's awfully tired, so unused to this weariness. Just another thing to admire his partner for, always carrying his own weight, plus his. Despite the pain, Atem sinks into the seat.Fuck this place already. ]
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With a little murmur under his breath he surrounds them both with his Room, and then makes a gesture with his fingers - Scan. It's faster than fetching a thermometer and still tells him what he needs to know about the fever]
Shit. This is why I said to come in and get it changed. There must have been something in the wound I didn't catch the first time.
[he didn't know to look for contamination, he didn't study the bugs at all. So now the sphere of the Room becomes a blur of powers, as he flicks his wrist this way and that to bring a shallow tray to his side, then a box of gauze, and other items. It's best not to watch, it could look ugly, but he needs to draw the poison from the beetle out. At least, using his ability, it's painless. Just...kind of gross.]
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I didn't want to see your face.
[ As kind that the Pharaoh might have learned to be, he can still be a condescending brat whenever he wants to. Cannot blame him, he's having an awful day.
Atem watches as Law attends the wound, he's seen worse things, then again, he might not be not really looking. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but some day Atem will actually thank Law for the fact that the whole thing is not causing him more pain than it really should. ]
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[he mutters it under his breath with the slightest whiff of snark. After all, he's still meeting some of them himself, unsure of their actual abilities. Awful lot of psychologists up in here...
Any of them could clean and dress a bite. Law is the only one who can remove contaminants without an incision, though right now his ego doesn't need the stroking. He sees a problem he can fix, and he's going to fix it, dammit, even if it means using Mes in plain view - sticking his own fingers into whole flesh to draw out the tiny traces of toxins from the beetle. That's the worst of it, though, the rest is just cleaning all over again, foregoing stitches so they don't further contaminate it, and then wrapping it in sterile gauze.]
Fortunately, the others have this place well-stocked in painkillers. I'm not sure about antibiotics. I might have to make something myself.
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[ Not that he'd like to meet any other doctors, at least not under these circumstances.
Wait, does that mean he's done? He really didn't feel a thing, mostly. Those are some great magic hands, dude. Come on, compliment him, come on, come on... ]
Something?
[ Aw.
Well, the fact that Atem let him help him might be telling (not that he had much of a choice), he has to trust him. Pirate or not... Why did he even have to tell him? Just as Law said, it's not like he can do much piracy in here anyway. ]
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[The Room fades as he finishes and gathers up his mess to carry over to the tables and sinks and wash his hands, and then start hunting in the supplies for medications, moving with purpose and ignoring the lingering attitude from Atem]
If that's your choice, then go and do it on someone else's watch. I won't have my record tainted by someone else's poor choices. Hm. Anti-inflammatory, this will help...
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[ Boom! Top that, you jerk!
That whole effect from Law's abilities is pretty neat, it might not be a Shadow Game cool, but it's still cool. It makes Atem wonder about other people's abilities. ]
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Law turns slowly with a pill bottle in hand. Melodrama or fact?]
What do you mean?
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Exactly what I said. I shouldn't be here. [ No one should, that is the hard truth, but-- ] I'm living on borrowed time in a borrowed body.
[ Is he bluffing? He sounds awfully calm for someone who claims to be dead, but what other attitude would someone in his position have? ]
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Law foregoes his investigating and turns to face him, his fingers curling in the gesture for the Room again, but he thinks better of it and lets his hand drop. No sense in rudely pulling hearts or souls out of bodies just to prove a point]
How so? Do you mean, you remember dying before finding yourself here in the coliseum?
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Well that certainly caught Law's attention didn't it? Atem takes a look for a moment, as if weighing how worthy he is of knowing the whole deal. It could be a tiny bit of a chance to redeem himself, showing some trust after how badly he screwed up. ]
It might be a little more complicated than that, but you could say so.
[ He could have just said yes and be done with it, but, that humongous lapse of 3000 years in between dying and being brought to Hadriel doesn't make it any easier to explain. ]
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He foregoes the complexity for the moment and contemplates that potential. He might have picked it up somewhere already, in the guide or something. It makes sense given the ability for their captors to resurrect them at will.]
All the more reason not to waste a second chance on something so stupid as dying from a septic infection.
[the words are hard but his tone is quiet, almost a murmur. If anyone here understands second chances...]
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Those words are met with an affable semblance, he's still tired, but he feels a little better, he has the pirate to thank for that. ]
I've had more than enough chances, Trafalgar. But, relax, I do not intend to die again. It is an experience I would not recommend.
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[Almost dying at least three times counts in his book.
He finally snaps himself out of his deeper thoughts and comes back over with one of the pill bottles]
This should do for pain in the short term, but only one every twelve hours. I'm not sure I want to send you off when you have a fever, I'd rather you rested here where people can keep an eye on you. I'll work on an antibiotic to speed things along, unless you want to just wait around for Pell-ya to show up and do some magic.
[he can't complain, it is conveniently fast, but the doctor in him just can't be satisfied with a wave of a hand and boom you're fine. The scar peeking from under his shirtsleeve is evidence that it's rarely so easy and fast.]
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Then he gives the pills a funny stare. It all felt so surreal until now, having to medicate himself to keep this body from hurting, to keep it alive—little things are so down to earth. ]
I have no rush.
[ The magic he's used to doesn't work like that, besides, he'd rather not have a complete stranger's energy infused into his body. ]
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Law gestures to one of the cots and goes back to work, searching through what supplies exist before deciding what he has to try to craft himself.]
Then get comfortable. You don't need to be walking on that leg right now, you need fluids, and you need treatment to break the fever and knock down the infection. I removed what was causing it... [adding that sort of as an afterthought, glancing at the tray containing trace amounts of something he'd like to study later] ...but that doesn't mean you're out of the woods yet.
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[ Lawl.
Atem, helping himself from anything he can find, makes the small trip to the cot, in which he just flops on, clothes and everything. And talking about clothes... he needs new, clean ones. Maybe when he's out of here he'll go raid some stores.
He gets a bit comfier, looking around the clinic. Hmm, this all is a bit of a bitter reminder of the day he kind of landed Yuugi at the hospital. His other--no, Yuugi would never admit it, but Atem knew it had been ultimately his fault. Without thinking about it, he reaches for the Millennium Puzzle down his chest... and of course it is not there. Huh... This is weird.
Nope, he doesn't need this right now! He needs a distraction-- ]
Trafalgar--
[ He sounds a little pleading, maybe demanding in the way he calls for the other's attention. ]
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[over his shoulder as he grinds something down in a mortar. Law glances, and then considers oops, he did say something about fluids, and goes to find a cup and whatever suffices for a pitcher to fill with water. There, good opening move, leaving that for his patient.]
Need something?
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For a moment the pharaoh simple stares at him, where to even start, what to even say? He looks away and glances over the cup of water left on the nightstand. ]
Thank you.
[ Not just for the water, mind you.
Good, now say you're sorry.
...
...
... ok. ]
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wow i had this open for hours without hitting send orz
whoops!