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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-11-10 10:08 am

Intro Log: Pack Mentality

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for November
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: November 10th-13th
Warnings: Varren and pure style, baby


The fun thing about waking up in Hadriel is that you never quite know what you'll be running into. Are you going to find horrific seven foot tall monsters? Or cute little lizards that stab you? Forget silly questions like 'where is this' and 'why am I here', it's time to ask the important things like 'oh my god what the fuck is that thing!?'

That thing, as it turns out, is a varren. Varren are opportunistic dog-like creatures that hunt in packs and prefer to eat their prey alive if they can. They have sharp claws, bulbous eyes, and instead of fur, are covered in scales instead of fur. If you see one, that's generally a good indicator that the pack isn't far behind, so be careful and find a safety buddy or you might find yourself outnumbered.

But don't let that wear you down! Also scattered around the colosseum are some crazy shades. Pick your accessory and look like a sci-fi hero, an asshole, or just someone who really likes steampunk.

Now, for those of you who are new to the city but not like, new-new (I'm looking at you, fourth wallers), you will not be transported to the colosseum if you don't want to partake in the newbie trials. Instead, you're free to continue exploring the city at your own pace- a task which would probably be helped a lot by that handy new phone that Hope provides you all after the influx of newbies bursts into the city. Enjoy!

Found your fashion? Got a little chewed on by some rabid fishdogs? Got your new phone? You're well on your way to being a full fledged member of the city! 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 November 10th-13th.
► 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!
pyralisit: (Fire)

Calanthe | OTA

[personal profile] pyralisit 2016-11-11 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
1. Exploring
Every day Cal woke up in this place it felt like a dream. And yet not an entirely unpleasant one. How was he supposed to feel about it? It was a cage and he bristled at the idea of it, one moment angry at being held, the next tentatively joyful thinking that maybe Pell would get to keep living if they stayed. At the least, they could go down together and fighting instead of picked off from a distance by some cowardly, manipulative--

--deep breaths.

The last thing he wanted to do was let Pell out of his sight, but he knew he couldn't stay at his side every moment. He had a cave to learn. And a city. Apparently. He still couldn't decide how he felt about that. At least it was some kind of civilization and better than the bare walls. It still felt too much like a prison. And what, exactly, were they hiding beyond the stone?

He wandered the streets at first, not really looking for anything in particular. What was he supposed to look for? What expectations was he supposed to have? He'd been abducted, why would they listen to him? He didn't recognize any of the buildings, but he didn't expect to. Nothing had looked even remotely familiar since he'd arrived. Beyond the couple of faces he already knew.

He kept moving, though. The restless energy was already starting to build like static over his skin. Somehar was going to be sorry if they were in his way when it discharged. At least he was trying not to cause another problem.

2. Colosseum
The colosseum was the first place that drew his attention, made him pause and stare, trying to figure out why it was there. Gladiatorial combat like the savages of ancient humanity? Were they supposed to fight, then? Was that why they were here? It didn't quite seem to fit--not with what he'd seen already. But the curiosity was overwhelming and he stepped inside.

It was lousy with beasts he'd never seen before, though he wouldn't have put it past the world as it was to twist simple creatures into more vicious ones. He froze, trying not to draw attention to himself but it was too late. One spotted him and charged. He hastily drew the gun he'd so graciously been granted and fired, shooting wide.

Before he could shoot again the monster had closed with him and he'd earned himself several gashed across the chest from the thing's claws before he could get it off him, firing again and this time hitting it between the eyes. He was bleeding all over this clothes again as he knelt down to inspect the creature. He still couldn't tell what it was and his chest felt like it was on fire.

Maybe whoever was in charge really was trying to kill them.
justice_from_above: (pic#10300379)

Colosseum

[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-11-11 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
The thing Pharah quickly learned with these beasts is they liked to congregate. Her jump jets were a bonus, allowing her to swiftly maneuver out of the thick of them, but in an attempt to conserve her ammunition she's not firing on them at all. Instead, she resorts to grappling and martial arts - although cumbersome and not as efficient while she's in her armor, it at least offers her some protection when they try to clamp down and take a bite out of her.

So, it's without fear or hesitance that she rushes in swinging her rocket launcher like a baseball bat to swat away another varren as the rest of the pack converges on Cal. Another she grabs by the leg and swings it out behind her with a grunt, at which point once grabs onto her arm. She heaves it over at two more that were inbound, pausing only long enough to bark orders at Cal in case he didn't notice the kerflufle going on behind him.

"Watch your back!"

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Colosseum

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Dorian had been... well if asked he would say he had been busy. The encounter with Iron Bull had shaken him, the rightness of it and the also clashing not-rightness had shaken him for days after some of them had disappeared, after he had stopped seeing those wide-set horns in the city.

He hadn't really expected him to stay. Athras Lavellan either, for that matter. It would have been too good to be true after all. So it was probably for the best that they hadn't. Yes. Definitely for the best. Maker forbid he be happy for more than a few days at a time. He'd spent a few days drinking, but mostly he had stayed in the house he slept in with the few Inquisition members that had showed up in Hadriel. Reading, writing, and... alright so a lot of that had been drinking as well.

But he was up today, and he was bathed and shaved and only slightly tipsy, which was quite normal for him really. Today was, if that phone thing was correct, the day that more visitors were scheduled to show up, after all. And he was still a curious sort.

It seemed the "presents" were highly useless, but he grabbed at least one of each anyway, just in case. The snake... dog... things were... not interesting, they rather reminded him of a snake crossed with a Mabari. Which was... an unfortunate comparison he supposed.

He spotted the... man? Woman? Honestly he couldn't tell, especially not at this range, the hair had him thinking woman, but the stance and the posture made him think man. Well, whichever they were they just barely managed to take care of one of the... things. Which would have been just fine, if he didn't see a group of them starting to approach from around the boulder. Fine. Time to play hero he supposed.

Calanthe would feel a cool wash over him accompanied by a sort of green light that felt like a light silk had settled just over his skin. "I do hope you have more than two shots in that thing. Or that you are very good at running." Red circles appeared on the ground around them with a wave of his staff, the shifting symbols inside their lines looked like living flame. The fire mines would hopefully kill at least one and give the rest pause. "There are more coming." He pointed at the group that were only now coming out from behind a pile of rubble, bodies low to the ground as they stalked their prey.

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Asriel Dreemurr | OTA

[personal profile] alltozero 2016-11-11 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[put me in the dirt]

[Okay. Uh. Seems like a lot of people have gone home. Asriel's not running into a lot of people. Or... doubles of people. Or doubles of people, but in slightly different outfits. And Asriel is... kind of worried. See, he must have missed a train or something, because he was obviously meant to disappear along with everyone else.

He's not supposed to be here at all.

He's... not really supposed to be anywhere, honestly, where people might be. And yet, he's stuck. Hanging around. Looking at a new phone. What a silly thing to give him, right? He doesn't have anyone he'd want to talk to.

...That's a teensy bit of a lie. Maybe it's better to say there isn't anyone he should be talking to.

But all the same... he doesn't really know what else to do. And forever is a pretty long time, and... maybe he won't have arms for much longer. So he sits down on a rock, and he explores the phone a bit, until he finds it has Pong on it.

There is a goat on a rock, in an apocalyptic wreck of a city. Mumbling a soft but fervent "shucks" every few seconds when he loses at Pong. He's really only making himself more and more frustrated, because he's no good at this, and it's stupid to be playing games when he should be figuring out how to get away from everyone, and what right does he even have to be playing games when he's supposed to be repenting for all the awful things he did?

He just... really doesn't know what else to do.]



[put me in a shirt]

[The monster has made his way to the colosseum.

The monster spent maybe 4 seconds looking at fun and whimsical sunglasses, before realizing the scaly creatures here were perhaps not fellow monsters.

The monster is screaming and in tears, running for his life, in novelty sunglasses. I'm not sure what else you expected from a ten-year-old. This is exactly the disaster on legs you're getting.]
skelebro: (whatever floats your pontoon my dude)

he's a dusty boy

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-11 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[The city empties. Well, somewhat. Point is, there ain't rampant impossibilities carving furrows through his personal understanding of the way of things anymore, and that's just fine by him. He's also got, uh, kind of a few personal revelations ticklin' the corners of his skull. Revelations regarding fallen children and Boss Monsters.

Speakin' of which.

The kid he sees perched on a rock looks an awful lot like one of those. Granted, Sans has only seen one Boss Monster in his life (in this life), so that might be an unsound assumption to make. Still, it'd make sense, huh? It'd make a whole lotta sense, given what he's just learned.

He'll keep it in mind. That's all.

He approaches him direct at a leisurely stroll before slowing down a few feet away from the rock and pulling out his phone, tappin' at the keypad with an air of complete nonchalance, as if he's just happened to draw to a halt in the general vicinity of the kid.]


Somebody made a thing called Mrs. Pacman too, [he says after a period in which he scrolls through the list of apps, not lifting his gaze from his phone.] Not really sure what a pacman is, but apparently it eats little dots and runs away from ghosts. 'Cept when it eats a really bright, bigger dot, and it gets to eat the ghosts too.

Always thought that wasn't too fair for the ghosts.

(exhausted sigh)

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save_theworld: (mountain climbing 101)

how about a nice pair of shoes instead

[personal profile] save_theworld 2016-11-12 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Someone's gonna have to arrest them, they look so fine. As it stands, Frisk is in the process of finding an equally excellent pair for Chara, and perhaps Sans, when the call of a goat in distress reaches their ears, and they look up to see an equally distressed goat, running for his life.

And they leave him to it, as is their nature.


Except naw. There's a few telling facts about today; for one, it's a lot more empty in Hadriel than before. Secondly, it's That Time of Month, and if he's still here, then he's- still here. For good.

They have no idea what to do with that, or the seemingly great relationship they have going on, but it's not going to stop Frisk from dashing right into the fray, hollering like a maniac. To their credit, they do uh, startle the pack? Yeah.

More like gain a series of angry hisses and clicks as they dash right past the faltering pack in an attempt to catch up with One (1) Peculiar Goat Boy. How's it going, buddy pal?]

hasn't he suffered enough

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CHEATER

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[There's a goat on a rock playing Pong. It's...a lot of things to behold.

The extra arrivals had all left. The other Frisk and Chara had left. Asgore had left and this Chara had...stopped, for awhile, once they realized that. So they had disappeared from Asriel's side for a moment because they had felt something awful when they had thought of him leaving too.

But regardless, the Fallen Child comes across a goat on a rock playing Pong. And pinch themselves because it clearly was a dream. It's not. Chara breaths.

They're standing right behind him and it should be a kinder thing to just walk in front of Asriel to let him know they were there. Kinder, but...ahaha, not as fun. So--]


Boo!

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Pharah || Overwatch

[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-11-11 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[It doesn't take Pharah long to discover her phone and go through it, finding the Newbie's Guide that answers most of the immediate questions. She has a faint, vague memory of being here before, maybe she dreamed of it, but it wasn't anything she could drum up with any amount of clarity.]

[She takes the initiative to explore her new surroundings, trying to find her bearings, figure out who else is here and keep an eye out for anyone familiar. She definitely sticks out in her armor, but without a safe place to stow it yet or anything else to wear, she has no other options.]


Shops

[She walks by the stores - for the moment opting to stay out of them for fear of knocking anything over with her jump jets. She does peer through the windows curiously, trying to get a sense of the surrounding culture by what might be for sale.]

Spires

[Intrigued by the towering structures, she makes her way into one and it becomes quickly apparent what their purpose is. She may take a little time to find one to hunker down in later, but she's not staying for long.]

Colosseum

[Eventually she becomes aware of the excitement and action and noise coming from the colosseum, and pops her jets to get a better look. It's not hard to see there are people in trouble down there, so she wastes no time in hovering over and dropping down into the center of it.]

[Except that, if what she's read is true, Pharah realizes she might not have a way to restock her missiles, so unless absolutely necessary, she will be coming to people's aid using her rocket launcher as a battering ram.]
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iustitiae: (169)

shops;

[personal profile] iustitiae 2016-11-11 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
You can go in there, you know.

[he kind of hates the weird guilt but what else are you going to do if you need new stuff. but pharah looks like of lost, or at least kind of like she doesn't know if it's okay or not. which is fair, since everything is so deserted.]

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Shops

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[There's an as-of-yet-unaware someone rifling through one of the shelves in view of the window. He blows the dust of off a can and shakes it next to his ear.

...And jumps when he happens to turn around and see someone watching through the window. Wow, that's creepy.

Voice slightly muffled by the glass, Firo leans in close to the window.]


What do you want?

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spires

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[ Picking out one of these places feels a bit too permanent to Piper, but until she gets out of here, better find some kinda roof over her head. The tall buildings, she's told.

Oh god. Don't these have some kind of an elevator? She's used to running around, sure, but stairs are whole different story and have her feeling like she's going to slip right off and wouldn't that be just wonderful?

She's halfway up when she opens the door to another one of them, seeing a woman in strange looking blue power armor already there. ]


Dammit. [ ... did she say that out loud? Sorry. ] Ah, hi. This place yours?

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Celebrimbor | Open

[personal profile] handofsilver 2016-11-11 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
I. Clinic

(His encounter with his Uncle and the now King Thranduil - time is indeed a strange creature! - has left him drained and feeling the wounds Sauron dealt him all the more. Celebrimbor manages to find the clinic, with the aid of the alien device called a phone and he is ushered inside and made a priority of sorts.

Well he won't complain; his body is in shambles and he needs a thorough cleaning, stitches, bandaging and, above all, rest. Elves do not require slumber - something he tries to convey to the Healers/Medics - but they do not hear him or seem to understand. Thus he is left with little choice but to pretend to sleep until they leave the room.

Then he rises from the bed and slips out of a window to sit amongst the trees. He closes silver eyes as the wind blows through his hair, breathing as deep as his sore body allows.)


What has become of me? (Had he truly seen his Uncle? Or had that been a dream?)

II. Exploring

(It does not take Celebrimbor long to regain enough energy to fend for himself - even with still healing wounds. He leaves the clinic and walks around the city, familiarizing himself with the strange structures. He pauses briefly by the temples and library in particular, but he can be found just about anywhere as Elvish feet do not tire easily!)

III. Colosseum

(His ears are fairly ringing with the sound of the crowd - and the battles - within the Colosseum. He approaches warily, knowing he is in no shape to fend for himself or others. Yet he wonders if some of his fellows might be pulled to safety. He is very light on his feet and he does not have a strong stomach when it comes to the terror and pain of others. Therefore he cannot simply turn his back and walk away; he must act no matter how rash or illogical.

Perhaps he is more of a Fëanorian than anyone originally suspected.)
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ushahin: (Fetch Eye)

II

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[It is not Ushahin who first finds the Elf, but his feathered companion. Fetch is resting on the ledge of an apartment building when he first spots Celebrimbor. His sharp eyes look upon what he sees as being an Ellyl with alarm. The ravens of Darkhaven have long memories and he remembers how many of his companions have been brought down by arrows cast from bows wielded by strong hands and those with pointed ears.]

Caw! Caw!

[It sounds like he is calling someone. He shows Ushahin the images he has seen. It is enough to make the half-man stop in his tracks. An Ellyl? Here? He immediately stops what he is doing, using Fetch's mind to pinpoint precisely where Celebrimbor is. From down the street comes a tall figure with a loping gait. From far off, he looks alright, but up close, it is clear horrendous injuries were done to him once upon a time. Their marks are still clear upon his face: a shattered cheekbone and caved in temple on one side, the other cheekbone riding too high, a crooked jaw, and a damaged left eye. His right arm is likewise a broken, withered claw.

Still, despite all his injuries, there is something graceful and ancient about him that Men have never known in their short lifespans. He is half-Ellyl, a race from his world alike enough in appearance and demeanor to Elves to look like one and the same. Ushahin's face is curiously blank and his voice carries its usual softness, but his eyes blaze anger and hatred.]


I had hoped this place wouldn't be tainted with one of your kind.

[Fetch watches all from his perch, curious to see what his friend will do, filled as he is with madness and fury.]

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II;

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[The Guard headquarters are not far from Rage's temple, so as he is coming to the end of his patrol, Henry spots an elegant figure paused outside. As he approaches, dressed throat to toe in plate and mail armour, a heater shield on his left forearm and his sword sheathed at his hip, the sash worn across his chest denoting his status as a guardsman, Henry looks the newcomer over.]

You are new? [He asks, though the answer is evident. He nods to Rage's temple.] I would not enter, lest you wish your anger awoken. That one belongs to Rage.

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II Library

[personal profile] therewillbeorder 2016-11-11 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[For his own sanity, Hux needed to get out of the apartment and explore just to get away from the apartment. There was only so much he could take of Kylo Ren's existence.

He was glad to find a library but it was all books which were disappointing. He had never held an actual book in his hand before and it was interesting, though inefficient, to page through it.

He paused as he heard someone else nearby remove a book, looking over the to see who it was. He raised his eyebrows as he took in the man's appearance, noticing the pointed ears.]


You won't find much here, the knowledge contained in these books are practically ancient. [He put the book back on the shelf with a frown, disappointed in what he was finding so far.]

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[personal profile] muscovy 2016-11-12 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Muscovy arrives at the clinic a while later than Celebrimbor, and when he hears of the most recent patient, he doesn't even let the speaker finish before storming to the room that he was supposed to be resting in.

And comes up short. There is nobody in there.

No, no, that cannot be... Open window. It takes him a moment to climb on the windowsill, but once he is up, he can easily spot the Elf.

And his face sinks. That isn't Maglor. Sure, there is a similarity (bigger even than the one that made him leap to the conclusion - elf, dark hair -, along with having met Maedhros earlier), but it's also clearly not his lord father.

He'll just stand there for a while and look out into the area where Celebrimbor is seated. If the elf looks up, he'll see a boy of perhaps seven human years, dressed in black pants and a blue tunic with the Fëanorian star on it. His blond hair is braided into a Noldorin hairstyle that marks him as a dependent of Maglor's.

Eventually, he'll jump out of the window and slowly walk towards the elf.]

Oh my goodness, hi <3

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Ryou Bakura | OTA

[personal profile] shadowsangel 2016-11-11 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Colloseum]

[If a normal person were to wake up in unfamiliar surroundings with an immense pain shooting up their arm, they would understandably become panicked or enraged. Ryou has never been normal, and for a stupid, fleeting moment, the first thing he feels is a twisted mixture of feelings both good and bad. Fear, excitement, wonder, anticipation, and, finally, as his uninjured arm darts to his chest where there's no sign of the weight that normally accompanies situations like this, an odd sense of disappointment.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have much time to ponder the feelings or how he could have possibly ended in this situation as a growl sounding far too close for comfort had him sitting up quickly to see just what had inflicted the pain that caused him to awaken.

Kicking out at the creatures jaw to get it to back off seemed like a good idea at the time, considering it looked as if it was going for the already bleeding bite wound on his left arm, but apparently it didn't appreciate that too much. Ryou barely had enough time as the creature was stunned to grab his school bag, not even caring at his own blood dripping down it from his arm while his good hand applied pressure to slow the bleeding and make a run for it. Somehow, sticking around with a giant lizard who clearly wanted to eat him didn't sound like a fun time.]


[Around the shops]

[Instead of doing the smart thing and going to find the clinic, Ryou's sitting outside some shops attempting first aid. His blue school jacket is on the ground next to him, covered in blood not only on the sleeve of the arm he was injured but also various other places where he used it to clean off said arm, and he's doing his best not to get blood on his white button down. Being pleased he was wearing short sleeves will do no good if it gets ruined as well, after all.

As he couldn't quite find antiseptic cream, he'd settled with simply bandaging his entire forearm in hopes of stopping the bleeding. And judging from how red the bandage already is by the time he's finished, it's a debate on whether or not he succeeded very well in that. But despite that, he doesn't seem too bothered by it. He appears a little worn out, long white hair ruffled beyond repair and brown eyes drooping just a bit, but other than that the pain he must be feeling isn't shown at all.

With his injured arm resting over the schoolbag on his lap, in his good hand he holds the phone he found and after reading the guide installed on it, seems to be caught up playing pong, of all things, instead of being too concerned with his current predicament.]
hotspurred: (maintain the attack)

colosseum;

[personal profile] hotspurred 2016-11-12 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[The Guard was formed out of a desire to defend Hadriel's populace, which is why at this time every month they send a small force into the colosseum. So when Henry spots the young man sprinting, bloodied and being chased by the newest beasts, he immediately runs in that direction ready to intervene.]

Get behind me!

[He calls out as he raises his shield and draws his sword, still in motion. Given that Henry is dressed in full plate armour and mail, it's obvious that he's a knight and therefore no stranger to combat.]

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[personal profile] save_theworld 2016-11-12 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, look at this one. Playing Pong in some bloods.

No but really this is probably something of a concern. Hadriel doesn't make it hard to get injured, it's true, but generally speaking, people take the time to take care of themselves, or their friends. It's not quite as dog eat dog as some people make it out to be.

So they have to assume, in a childish way, that perhaps he doesn't know what help is available. A moment of hesitation leads to the decision to approach, fingers carefully playing with the sleeves of their sweater as they give a polite, if not quiet, cough.]


Excuse me.

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Preston Garvey | ota

[personal profile] prestonian 2016-11-14 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Looking for a place to live (Housing areas, excluding Delight's, nov 10)

[The luxury of a home base is not one Preston knows all too well personally. As a child, yes, but once he joined the Minutemen you never asked where the next bed was going to be, or if it'd be comfy. You would just be grateful to find a leftover sleeping bag, to avoid sleeping on the hard ground. Grateful is a little bit of what he feels now, as he wanders around the available housing areas available - both the spires and the clustered structures. While he arrived a week ago with a bunch of other people, he didn't actually look for a place to sleep - again, the novelty of a stable place to live was not something he has been used to having in a long time.

He may even wander into one just to check it out... without realizing someone is already there. Whether or not that person too is looking, or if they've been living there for quite some time. Though he may sound out a short--
]

Hello? Anyone here?

[--most of the time.]

A rather strange outfit (Clothing shop nov 12)

[Stores are not as unusual as you'd think in the wasteland. Most merchants travel with caravan guards, but some settlements actually manage to get proper shops all spiffed up. It's impressive when done, given the circumstances, so Preston is easily pleased by the sight of the beautiful windows in the stores.

Now he loves his duster, don't get him wrong, but he can't always wear the damn thing. And if there's an option for similar looking clothes, then why not take advantage of that? But as he looks the only thing he finds similar to his own clothes is...this colorful atrocity.
]

I'm not sure how to feel about this. Or what I was even expecting. [He says aloud, as he takes a look at it.] Maybe if the damn coat wasn't in cow print.

[You got to take what you get sometimes. This isn't gonna be one of those times.]

The aftermath (leaving the Caves, nov 13th)

[When you go looking for trouble, you find it.

As Preston learns, coming out of a cavern with tints of blood splattered on his duster. He himself doesn't look all that great either - face has blood on it, and some of it is his. Standing and walking aren't agreeing with him either right now, visibly limping from an attack on his left leg, and so he goes to sit on a comfy pile of rocks that are near the entrance he came out of.

If anyone happens to come by at that time and notice him, he'll shoot them a dazed look and smile.
]

I've seen some crazy monsters in my life, but the ones in there? Now that's the stuff of nightmares.

[OOC: If you want to plot my comment on the CR meme is here!]
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rebelarchivist: (So take another breath)

Clothing shop

[personal profile] rebelarchivist 2016-11-14 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dorian was, to put it charitably, a bit of a clothes horse. He would never say that clothing was a passion, he had plenty of those, thank you, but he did enjoy a well put together outfit and so he was down at the shops with a fair amount of frequency, checking to see if there was anything new that wasn't completely hideous that he could wear.]

[So he walks in just at the end of Preston's evaluation of that... well clothing is a pretty generous thing to call it and makes a disgusted noise that would have made Cassandra proud.]


I think the proper thing to feel is disgust. Perhaps pity, that someone's fashion sense is so far gone to think any of that is a good idea. The pants are really the only part I'd call salvageable, the rest needs a quick and merciful death.

[His own clothing tends to buttoned up shirts and trousers, and he's even found a vest and tie that matches. That outfit took a fair bit of scrounging and searching though. It's a far cry from his leathers back in Thedas, but he rather likes it.]

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Aftermath;

[personal profile] funnybird 2016-11-15 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Crow stays away from the caves as much as possible. He's as prey and prey can get with some of the monsters in there. But sometimes he'll just happen to be flying by and...

Well, hey. That guy looks hurt, doesn't he? Better investigate.

So here's a black bird flapping down on his own pile of rocks nearby. ]


Woah, woah, woah. This isn't the place to just be sitting down when you're hurt like that. You good, mister?

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Housing

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-11-15 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
[House 1401 doesn't see much in the way of company: Maketh might stop by on occasion to drop off some Guard-related paperwork, or Muscovy may appear as he looks for Rey, but aside from that, the two residents are more likely to see others out and about than they are at their shared home. When Nick hears the front door open, he assumes it must be his roommate coming home from her patrol. Leaving his desk and grabbing his cane, he's in for a surprise when he limps into the den.]

I assume it was a slow day if you're back al—

[As he crosses the threshold to his room, he cuts himself short as he spots his unexpected guest. No, that isn't Rey, and no, that isn't her usual weapon of choice, either. That is a laser musket. His glowing eyes dart up and down the man's outfit in the span of a second, his brow furrowing in shock. The Door had brought deathclaws from his world into the city -- maybe it was only a matter of time before it started bringing other people from the Commonwealth, too.]

You're a Minuteman.
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piper wright / ota

[personal profile] publickenemy 2016-11-14 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
looking for a place to stay

[ Looking for a place to live has been something Piper should have done when she arrived - but it felt like she would be staying. Which she wasn't - so she didn't. But a weeks passed now and she's no closer to leaving than she was when she was at that party with the terrible food.

So. Looking for a place. That's a thing she's doing now.

She can't say she likes the buildings, missing the office with her room in the back on the ground level. Even the Commonwealth had elevators - and working ones to boot, instead of weirdly narrow, twisted stairs that she can picture herself falling down.

After a few minutes of her search, she opens the doors of a few of them, peeking in. ]


Hello? Anyone in here?

Colosseum

[ Doubling back to where she'd started in retrospect might have been a very bad idea, particularly when it's inhabited by others, as well as weird dog like creatures. Piper has seen mutant hounds, feral dogs and ghouls but not these.

Her 10mm is in her hands, but she only has so many bullets. This was such a bad idea. Still, Piper fires off a few shots in defense. ]


wildcard

[ your choice! anywhere around the city. ]
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crow's place

[personal profile] funnybird 2016-11-15 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Crow had been rooming with Faith, Kate and Carlisle for a while now. Though he can't recall a moment he really sat down with Kate or that he didn't spend avoiding Carlisle. He, uh... has a thing about birds, apparently. Either way, the place is pretty empty aside from the voice coming from one of the rooms. ]

Yeah! I'm in here! Hold on— I just—

[ There's a scratching and clattering against the door, before it slowly pushes open by just a few inches. No one is there to peek out though. Instead a small black bird comes trotting through the space near the floor.

He jumps into a glide up to the counter nearest her. ]


Phew! You would not believe how hard it is to open a door without hands! Not that I know what having hands is like. Anyway, it's hard.

So, what's up? How can a bird like me help a lovely woman such as yourself this evening?

...evening? Is it evening? Or maybe it's morning. I can never tell in this cave.

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