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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-10-24 10:07 am

Event Log: Fourth Wall, Part One

Who: Everyone in the city + Fourth Wall visitors!
What: Part one of the fourth wall event, hosted by Fear, Confusion, and Delight!
Where: All around the city
When: October 24th-November 1st
Warnings: Visitors from other worlds!


If you're not from around here, you may be wondering what's going on. You've woken up out of the blue in the colosseum, or near a temple, or in one of the numerous other locations in the city. You're somewhere underground and it's dark, cold, and maybe a little unnerving.

Luckily, shortly after your arrival, the road below your feet begins to light up in a gentle, warm glow. The light points you in a set direction and, if you choose to travel that way, will lead you toward the center of the city, where there is a large gathering of others who are lost here like you, people who might know their way around a bit more, and even some of the gods who rule this place.

There are lights strung up on poles throughout the large clearing, casting a comforting glow onto the tables beneath them. The tables are abundant with lots of food that looks simply delicious- though, none of it tastes quite like it should. The tarts taste like green beans, the mashed potatoes like cheesecake, and the chocolate seems oddly reminiscent of steak. In addition, there are decorations artfully placed around the meeting point. If you see them moving, don't worry- that's probably just your imagination.

Also distributed along the tables are shot glasses, filled with a sludgy, yellow substance. If you're brave enough to consume them, they taste strongly of mint and will give you a much needed energy boost, circumventing the need to eat or sleep for a full 24 hours! After that, however, everything hits you all at once, so use them wisely. Some of you may remember these shots from our How Delightful event earlier this year!

In addition to all of the above, there are also party poppers strewn around the area. Each popper can jet out some strange objects- glitter bombs, seashells, plastic dinosaurs, maybe a live lizard or two- so be careful! Feel free to use your discretion on these, but remember to keep it small!
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Of course, you can always not travel that way. The rest of the city has plenty of places to explore- maybe you'd like to stumble in our Silent Hill zone, have a quick look around the alien orchard, or check out any of the god temples that can inspire their chosen emotion. Be careful not to get lost in the tunnels leading away from the cave- none of them can actually move you above ground, but you may run into a few monsters on the way.

For those of you who have been with us awhile, please bear with the gods while they try to adjust around these new folks! Join in on the festivities if you like, or try to orient as many of the others as you can. Start a community outreach program, start a fight club, introduce your parents to your weird cave girlfriend- nobody's judging!

Well. Some of us might be.
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Enjoy the fourth wall event at Hadriel! Once you're settled in feel free to explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies.

Fourth wall characters do not enter with phones so they cannot reach the network- however, if you'd like to handwave that they somehow got ahold of Mello's Newcomer guide to avoid the 'where am I/what is this' sort of questions, then feel free!

Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers October 24th-November 1st.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well! Fourth wall characters will not have posting access, so grab an in-game friend if you wanted to do anything separate from the main log.
► Fourth wall characters will be in the city for at least one week, though they can stay for longer. The party will go on throughout the entire week, thanks to Delight's boundless energy!
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
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)

rey | original

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-10-25 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
I. Patrol (OPEN to 4th Wall People)

In all the several months Rey had been here, there had been a system. A routine. Little things that make sense in this senseless place of gods and magic.

But ever since a certain encounter that she's had not too long ago, any notion of procedure has gone clear out the fucking window. First dragons, then shit from their homes popping up all over the place, now this?

Patrolling is about the one thing that did seem normal, until new and confused faces started arriving within the last few hours.

"Goddammit, Hope," Rey mutters under her breath as she attempts to finish her patrols. If passing by anyone who attempts or appears as though they are about to stop and talk to her, she just shoots them a blank look. "If you're going to start acting like we know each other too, just get it out of your system or keep moving."

And if anyone else tries to grab for her...

Well, the end results won't be so nice.

Regardless of how confused and lost you might be, or how much you want to go home... Rey isn't taking it upon herself to make that be her problem.

II. Shop (OPEN)

Due to a certain chain of events, the state of Rey's wardrobe is starting to become a problem. Such is bound to happen when one makes frequent trips through the precarious tunnels to blow off some steam.

Unfortunately, many of the pickings is less than satisfactory.

Sporting tears and scorch marks on her present clothing, as well as blood splattered and speckled here and there, she really has no room to be picky. So, staring unamused at the particular shirt she's holding, she decides to tear off the sleeves on both arms, tossing the remaining cloths back on the shelves. Perhaps someone can make use of them as a fashion statement or whatever. It makes no difference to her.

"Better." She holds out the now-sleeveless shirt, turned into more of a vest than anything else.

In fact, the next thing she does is start tearing off sleeves of other shirts as well.

It's fine. She's helping.

III. WILDCARD

[ooc: Choose your own adventure! Or hit me up via PM or plurk ([plurk.com profile] citygrit). I'm game for whatever!]
leashed: (6)

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[personal profile] leashed 2016-10-25 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
He's slightly taken aback by the sudden accusation, and Rome falters, confused and a little deflated. Nevertheless, he shakes his head in the end, squaring his shoulders and taking a small step back to give the scolding woman a little bit of room.

"I am not."

There's a pause, before he clarifies: "I don't know you. I was trying to find a place to stay for the night."
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circumitus: Keep up the good work. (it's a 12/12/12 miracle)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-10-27 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Good," is all Rey can think to say to that at first. She's had enough dealing with people she can't remember who act like they're acquainted, or friends, or even family.

But then she stops and considers the position of the people who just got here. It must be just as, if not more, daunting for them as it is for those already in this place.

Her arms fold over her chest as she mentally backpedals a bit. "There are some vacancies in the spires and houses. Or, at least, there should be."

With the rising numbers of fellow travelers, it's hard to make any promises.
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leashed: (5)

[personal profile] leashed 2016-10-28 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods quietly, looking up toward the spires. They're certainly ominous, but the height of them only really serves to remind him just how enclosed everyone here is, with the large ceiling of the cave around them. It's not a pleasant thought.

Romulus turns his gaze back toward her, cocking his head a little to the side. It's difficult not to notice her scars, and Rome doesn't really have the kind of socialization that would indicate that it's impolite to ask about them.

"Thank you. You're a soldier here?"
circumitus: tall, lanky, uses teeth when giving head, and runs like a giraffe. don't do it, man... (no i know her type)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-11-03 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Even if he did ask such an intrusive question, it isn't like Rey to get offended by such an obvious passing thought. The subject of her scars is a buried one, which she takes no pride in. Rather than bearing the jagged messiness of battle wounds, they actually appear to be smooth cuts, more deliberate than accidental.

Fortunately, he's decided to focus on the next most obvious query.

"Not really." Pause. "Well, am part of the Guard, but that isn't exactly soldier's work, seeing that anyone can join."

Which may or may not be a great way of running a task force, but they're a little lacking in the ability to perform sufficient background checks.
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element_wizard: (Hee)

Re: rey | original

[personal profile] element_wizard 2016-10-25 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's rude," Alec tsked, a mad grin on his face. A moment ago he hadn't been there, but that rarely really stopped him. Most rules rarely stopped him.

Personally he loved these sorts of ... he'll go along with the word events. It let him poke his nose into worlds he normally wouldn't be able to without a certain amount of hoop hopping. "And I'm not Hope, I'm Chaos."

While he'd not actually called himself Chaos in a long while, it seemed teasingly appropriate for this particular world.
circumitus: If you can't drink cheep beer and whiskey with me, I don't want you. (fuck it)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-10-27 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Considering the monikers that their 'gracious' hosts are liken to go by, it wouldn't surprise her if any one of them would go by something similar to that.

"Great," she says in a flat, unmoved tone. "Don't remember voting to revive any assholes by that name."

Rey is, of course, referring to the method of resurrecting the deceased gods that once lorded over this place. And she doesn't often see them roaming so freely like this guy is, so he's probably not even one of them.

Still, she'll drip her sarcasm where she wants to.
element_wizard: (Head tilt B&W)

[personal profile] element_wizard 2016-10-27 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ffft. I'm Chaos. Since when does chaos care about voting?" Alec said cheerfully immune to the sarcasm. He knows what she means, he did a bit of preliminary research before popping in here.

"Can I do anything for you? Beyond getting you out of here. I can't actually do that."
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 2016-11-03 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Fair point, but Rey just huffs. "Wouldn't think any of them would care about voting either, if it wasn't resurrecting their dead asses on the line."

Not like she has any room to complain, seeing that she had partaken in the voting process since she had arrived here. Oh well.

"Am fine, though. Not in much of a rush to get out, anyway." Unlike the very many who end up in this place.
hairrands: (Neutral - Gag me with a spoon)

I. because obviously

[personal profile] hairrands 2016-10-27 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
As far as AJ was concerned, Rey was one of those few constants in her short stint in the jungle hell she'd been stuck in that made sense, if in a blank, boring, genuinely menacing sort of way. She knew shit, and she didn't care about holding it close to her breast or fencing people along, unlike some people that AJ knew, and unlike she tended to do when she could get away with it.

It was no wonder that this Rey felt the necessity to give warning, then, because though the lanky woman (still wearing a sleeveless ship-suit she'd been brought here in) had been mostly sticking close to the shadows following her bizarre introduction to the party table... seeing Rey made her relax, of all things, and come bee-lining with a purposeful clomp to meet the other woman in just about the middle of the street.

AJ had her hackles up. She didn't like the underground city any more than she had liked being forced to survive an alien jungle... but she wasn't going to take Rey's brush-off without a fight--a verbal sparring, rather, since compared to the tonnage of the gunshow she was confronting, the cloned human could as well have been a dry strip of balsa. "Bullshit, you're just blanking out again. This happened normally, some of us lost our brains and shit. You were the worst of them, weren't you?" Of course she was referring to the unusually powerful effects of another Rey's psychic progression, but AJ didn't have the knowledge to realize the difference nor the pieces put together to explain.
circumitus: (503): forewarning i'll probably have done those drugs with you (i wanna bring you to show and tell)

oh good golly me c:

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-10-27 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
While Rey had heard all kinds of things about incidents in this other world, it's the first time anyone's mentioned anything about 'blanking out' to her. Or that it was so bad, in Rey's case.

Despite her warnings, it does actually surprise her that yet one more responds in a similar way as a number of others have in recent events. In fact, she doesn't recognize this girl at all, or the old Tranquility jumpsuits that were issued to the arrivals such as AJ herself.

"Whatever you think you know, just save it," Rey quips. "Came here directly from home. Made no 'detours' like others here have."

Like that should be obvious to anyone with a keen eye for detail. Such as the fact that she has all ten fingers intact, not missing the three digits she had lost on the Cyllene.
hairrands: (Sad - Second Thoughts)

[personal profile] hairrands 2016-10-29 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
AJ's usually good with details, but right now she's got her eyes raised to Rey's face like a nervous dog looking for a reason to bite... and anyways, she'd heard about the fact that this place made do with whatever called themselves gods. She didn't believe anything was above the abilities of fate and circumstance these days--be it mind control or the magical repair of missing digits.

She also wouldn't disbelieve that a copy of someone could get far-flung to another planet. If she did, she wouldn't be here right now, would she?

Once that clicks into place, AJ leans back, a little more cagey. "Well you ought to know that if you don't remember it, either you have a shit future, or a clone who's not having a good day." She settled back on her heels, arms folding as she finally looked away. "You can't make bubblegum appear out of your ass, can you?" It's a metaphor, Rey, don't think too hard about it.
circumitus: Keep up the good work. (it's a 12/12/12 miracle)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-10-29 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
And what a... charming metaphor that is.

"What? No. Why would you even--?" Rey stops, huffs, and then rubs her forehead. "Never mind."

Something Muscovy had said hits her, about how people from this ship were able to make things happen. She wasn't in a position where she could have asked him for specifics, but it does seem to toe a familiar line that she's heard before.

After a moment, she shakes her head. "Am only aware of this reality because you aren't the first to come from there, acting like we know each other."

It still leaves a bad taste in her mouth, knowing that there is another Rey who's been living in some different world for quite a few years. Who knows what sorts of people may come in, knowing more about her than she does of them.
hairrands: (Neutral - Scorn)

[personal profile] hairrands 2016-10-30 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Others... like who," AJ asks, perhaps more intrigued than she should be.
circumitus: Keep up the good work. (it's a 12/12/12 miracle)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-10-31 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
The intrigue doesn't come as any mystery to Rey. Such curiosity is only natural, or as natural as any of this can be.

"Like Carlisle and Muscovy. Heard of them?"

Hoo boy.
hairrands: (Scared - Horrified)

[personal profile] hairrands 2016-11-05 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
She doesn't remember all too much about Muscovy, given their glancing conversations, and AJ's inability to feel sympathy for what had been a nervous, seemingly young person... but Carlisle, that's a name she remembers. Her face blanches and her thin lips pull back just enough to reveal a set of even teeth. "Yeah, I've fucking heard of them. They're here? Where?"
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 2016-11-06 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
That. Is not a very comforting response. While Rey has not seen much of Carlisle to know whether or not he can handle himself, she gets the feeling that she'd rather keep this person away from Muscovy. Though maybe it could also be the other way around.

"Don't know," Rey quips. "Am not keeping track of them."

A little white lie, seeing that she could trace them via their phones.

But nope.

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[shop]

[personal profile] wormintheglass 2016-11-05 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Bianca stayed at the party as long as she could stand; her pride is one of the few things stronger than her loathing of her (other, better) self.

But not even her pride, honed and grown over almost a millennium, can hold Bianca up indefinitely. The city isn't much of a refuge - she can still feel the other's presence - but she can follow the trails of painted bees, read their messages of rage and defiance, and it soothes her. She has made her mark here. This city is hers.

(Her cabaret was hers, too, built from the ground up on her own effort and blood and bone marrow; and it took Iris only a matter of days to blunder it into non-existence, without even trying.)

By the time she catches sight of Rey, Bianca is whitefaced and biting her lip in an effort not to scream, or cry. She hurtles into the shop before she can talk herself out of it.

"Can we burn this city down? Turn it all into slag and ash?"
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circumitus: I ONLY KNOW HOLA. (EVERYONE IS SPEAKING SPANISH)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-11-06 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
There will always be that instinctive punch to the lizard brain in Rey that goes into full alert when she hears someone near. Be they friend, hapless passerby, or armed to the teeth for bloody vengeance and war, none of it matters. She starts to drop the shirt and go for her gun the instant that door crashes open--

And while Rey may not have gone for her gun in the end, the shirt is cast aside when she sees Bianca's face. Her response that follows, however, does not bring any relief.

"Not that that is entirely impossible... that probably won't fix whatever's bothering you. What's wrong?"

Even Rey knows better than to ask if something is eating at Bianca's mood right out of the gate. The answer is pretty damned obvious.
wormintheglass: (above all this)

[personal profile] wormintheglass 2016-11-07 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"I suppose not. But think how lovely it would look going up."

She loves how ready Rey always is for violence, and while she also knows how wearing that kind of hypervigilance can be, right now Bianca is too full of glass shards and bile to leave any room for tenderness or sympathy. She paces the room restlessly, looking at Rey's hands and imagining how easily they could snap someone's neck. It's nearly enough to make her smile, even out of this mood.

"This ridiculous crowd of visitors Hope and Delight have dragged in from every unsavoury corner of the multiverse. They make the place untidy. They're lowering the tone."

She speaks petulantly, exaggerating to cover the fact that it's transparently bullshit. Bianca loves new people arriving, is always among the first at the Colosseum to pick over every new month's flotsam and jetsam; she would be loving this, too, if it weren't for one specific visitor.

It's not that she intends to lie, precisely. Iris is just a difficult thing for her to talk about.
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circumitus: Insert Warmer song lyrics here. (good lord knows that i'm greedy)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-11-08 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Just as simple as Rey could use them to snap a person's neck, she reaches out with one hand to take Bianca by the wrist, to halt her pacing. It isn't only the obvious petulance or her agitated movements that set off Rey's flags. It's what she speaks of that seems so out of sorts to her.

"One of them didn't do something to you, did they?" The way she says it, she is almost guarded. She doesn't want to get her blood boiling yet, but Bianca's present state is practically contagious.

Is there someone who needs their asses kicked? Because Rey will do it. Don't think she won't.
wormintheglass: (lineface)

[personal profile] wormintheglass 2016-11-14 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
She's seized, and uses the motion to twirl herself into Rey, as though they were dancing. She rests her head on Rey's shoulder, mostly so that she doesn't have to meet anyone's eyes.

"No," she hisses. "She wishes me well. She's avoiding me out of delicacy, the filthy old slapper. She's been asking my friends if I'm happy here."

Close up, it's clear that Bianca's trembling; in horror or rage or embarrassment or perhaps pure pique. All of those emotions are running so high that she isn't sure which it is that has her so unstrung.
circumitus: I ONLY KNOW HOLA. (EVERYONE IS SPEAKING SPANISH)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-11-15 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
It's clear enough to Rey, though she still can't grasp the extent of what has Bianca upset. Suppose the prospect of someone you share a disdain for wishing you good fortune can be pretty undermining. Not that Rey would know. She just falls silent for a moment, bringing her other hand over the back of Bianca's head in an attempt at some comfort.

"Are you happy here?" Rey asks, rather than probing who this person is to Bianca right away.

This is an important question, okay?
wormintheglass: (melancholy)

[personal profile] wormintheglass 2016-11-18 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Bianca, her face pressed into the hollow of Rey's collarbone, doesn't answer immediately. She breathes deeply, the warm scent of blood and burning and Rey's skin, and thinks of Hope and people eating each other and Silent Hill and Ushahin's eyes, and Kate's laugh and the autumn fall of Rage's hair and the way the blood sprayed when she cut Mello's throat. She thinks of her house, with its warm round rooms and hideous baroque furniture and the queen bee painted over her door.

"Yes. I would prefer not to be trapped. But if I could leave, I would still stay. I'm frightened, Rey. She'll ruin it. She's ruined everything I've ever tried to achieve. She doesn't even do it on purpose - she's just a force of thoughtless destruction."
circumitus: You owe me waffles (sunrise bitch.)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-11-20 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
In a way, Rey herself could be described as such a force. Destroying everything around her and the lives of many who get near, like a terrible storm.

But that was before. For once, it feels as though she can leave all the shit behind and at least try for something better. Something she's never had before. One of them being in her arms right now, held in a firm yet oddly gentle way. An attempt at comfort.

"She won't. I wouldn't let that happen to you."

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