Intro Log: Busy Little Bees

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for July
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: July 10th-16th
Warnings: Fun for kids of all ages!

Another day, another mysterious transportation to a strange and alien city inside a cave surrounded by monsters. Or maybe that's not normal for you? Weird! You awaken on the ground of a large arena, a stone ceiling stretching high above you. Welcome to Hadriel! Oh, but you aren't alone. That 'surrounded by monsters' bit? Yeah...

Do you hear a buzzing? Better start running now. Along with all the newbies, the Door has brought in quite a few tracker jackers. Wasps are already horrible, and these things are even worse. Bigger and much more dangerous than the insects they were genetically modified from, tracker jackers will sting anyone they think is a threat. Their stings cause extreme pain and hallucinations, and if you're stung too many times - well, that's it for you. You can try to calm them down with smoke, fight them, or just run like hell. Maybe you'll get lucky.

It's hard to fight if you don't have a weapon, though. But hey - you're in luck! Rage, who usually supplies the city with weapons, is currently gone, but the Door has provided you with some instead! That's right, you might find a sword, a gun, a bow and arrow, or an exotic foreign weapon to defend yourself with! Of course, they're all made of plastic and completely incapable of hurting anything. Have fun!

Let's hope your legs are faster than those wasps, and you survive your first few minutes in Hadriel. 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 July 10th-16th.
► 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!

Comments

partaaayyyyy; OTA

[braveoff]

Drake is out scavenging when he spots one of the signs pointing to the Speakeasy, and hey, he's curious. It seems kinda besides the point of a "speakeasy" for it to advertise but he's no expert, and when he gets there... he looks around and smiles. Someone's taken care to fix this place up, unlike most of the locations in the city he's seen so far. The music setup might be cobbled together but it serves its purpose and if someone's willing to be onstage, well, Drake's a pleasant enough audience.

He crosses to the bar and waves to Rey, who does in fact look formidable. Don't worry, he's not looking to start trouble. He'd just like a drink, and to ask just what's going on here. Is it a dance night? It seems like a dance night.

Liv and Ephemera get texts with a GPS map link -- come meet him here, guys.


(( timewarping because idk when this takes place whoops just pretend none of them are injured okay ))

[requiemshark]

There's a short internal debate over whether or not he should wear armor to what's essentially a bar. Ultimately, Ephemera decides he's not going to be That Guy and comes over in regular clothes. He keeps his pistol and three knives close at hand, though. He's not an idiot.

He finds Drake pretty easily.

"Damn, son. I thought the bar got blown up. They have real alcohol?"

[braveoff]

Yeah, Drake's got a knife on him, large and sheathed at his hip -- because he's not going anywhere here unarmed and he's already returned the rifle. And carrying the axe proved unwieldy when he was scavenging. He has to figure out a good way to carry it.

When Ephemera comes in and strolls up to him Drake is sitting at the bar with a glass in front of him, which he raises in answer.

"They have real alcohol and she's not charging. Get yourself something and join me."

[requiemshark]

"I might actually like this place," Ephemera announces, grabbing a seat. Free drinks and from the looks of things, it's not moonshine. Beautiful. "Oh my god. They have tequila."

Hell yes. He's totally getting drunk.

[braveoff]

"...shots time?" He'd warn his friend not to go overboard, but let's be real, he'd carry Ephemera home if necessary. Drake owes him.

Usually he'd go for beer at a bar but the past few days called for something stronger.

[requiemshark]

"Shots," Ephemera agrees. It's been literal years since he's done them, a situation that needs to be rectified as soon as humanly possible. He gives his order and pretty soon he's got a bottle and a couple shot glasses. Real glass too, what the fuck, this is awesome. "You want in on this?"

[braveoff]

"Hell yeah I want in. Pour away."

He finishes the rum that had been in his glass and turns to face his friend a little better, waiting for the shot. He's got a pretty good alcohol tolerance -- something that's been unaffected one way or another by becoming a zombie. Don't ask him how metabolizing booze works, but it sure does.

"You drink much in prison? I was never much for hooch."

[requiemshark]

"Nah." Ephemera pours out two shots and passes Drake's over. "Pretty sure they made that stuff out of engine coolant."

And puking yourself to death is not a dignified way to go. Tequila is much better. He tips his head back and drinks.

"Goddamn, that's good."

[braveoff]

"...okay that's just toxic."

Drake picks up his shot and follows suit, and finds himself wishing for a lime but otherwise it's not bad booze. He smirks.

"Gotta say, I didn't expect anything like this here. It's actually nicer than the bar I work back home."

[requiemshark]

"Yeah. I wasn't that desperate."

He'd had plans, anyway. Things that needed to be done and didn't involve choking down somebody's makeshift booze. Ephemera turns the glass over in his hands, grinning.

"I know, right? This place is weird. Half of it's broken and the rest is like, really fucking nice."

He pours another two shots.

"You know any fancy drinks? 'cause my skills begin and end with grabbing the bottle."

[braveoff]

"I mean, I'm a bouncer not a bartender, but yeah I know plenty of drinks. Lemme see if she'll let me back there, and if they have any mixers."

A quick exchange with Rey, and Drake's circling around behind the bar. "How trashed do you feel like getting?"

[requiemshark]

"Like I just got out of prison trashed," Ephemera reports cheerfully. It's more or less accurate. "Probably not funeral trashed, though."

There's a thin line between happy drunk and sad drunk, but it's one that Ephemera tries not to cross too often. He'd rather have fun tonight, anyway.

[braveoff]

"One long island coming up," Drake says with amusement, grabbing a tall glass and every clear liquor bottle in the immediate vicinity and pouring like a pro. There are no nozzles on the bottles but he knows about how much should go in.

"If a couple of those don't get you, nothing will."

[requiemshark]

Ooh, fancy drinks. Ephemera doesn't drink all that often or that well. He's had wine exactly once and hated it. Generally his decision process concerning alcohol is how strong it is and how quickly he can work past the bitterness. But this looks like something that actually has ingredients and steps to follow.

Awesome.

He tries it, nodding.

"Hey, this is pretty good."

[braveoff]

They only have the basics here and not much by way of mixers, but Drake's not complaining. It's a remarkably well stocked place considering. He makes himself a long island as well and circles back around to sit beside Ephemera, this time facing out and resting his elbows behind him on the bar. There are more people coming in now, whether that's normal or they just saw the signs is anyone's guess.

"Yeah they don't taste as bad as they really, really should," he jokes, "considering what's in it. I'm surprised you've never had one before."

[requiemshark]

He drinks a little slower, getting used to the taste. It's different. Not too sweet, but not bitter either. A good mix of things. Ephemera thinks he likes it. "The places I've been don't usually swing to mixed drinks. Vodka or die."

He nods solemnly. "I have had some really shitty vodka."

[braveoff]

"Good to know that's an option. Liv likes vodka, but the good stuff." He glances over his shoulder and considers the simply marked bottle he poured from a moment ago, then looks back out at the dance floor. "I have a feeling she won't be too picky tonight, though."

Are they gonna get trashed before she shows up? Possibly.

[requiemshark]

Ephemera raises his glass in agreement. He's not feeling the alcohol yet, but give it time and he'll probably have a good night. "Considering how much crazy shit I've seen recently, I wouldn't blame her. How're you healing up, anyway?"

[braveoff]

Drake pushes his sleeve up to show the worst of the stings -- the welts are down and the stitches are out, healing red spots on his skin marking where the stings were. He's healing remarkably fast. Perks of being a zombie.

"I think you can commence with the ass kicking. Nothing should reopen, anyway."

[requiemshark]

Yep, that left a mark. Ephemera sucks on his teeth. Still, it's healing up damn fast. Whatever voodoo this Will kid is pulling, it works. "Well all right then. We're in business."

He grins. Sips his drink.

"I definitely won't be going easy on you."

[braveoff]

"Good. I don't think the things trying to kill me will, either." Drake might be a little nervous, though. He's in great shape but he's not a soldier, and doesn't live for the fight the way Ephemera does. It'll be a good challenge.

Speaking of things trying to kill them... "Did you read up on what's been happening here?"

[requiemshark]

"Nope," Ephemera agrees. Because it's true; nothing in the universe will go easy on you. It's stupid to think they will. "We'll see if I can make a hell jumper out of you."

Well, as much as he can without another suit of armor. Be afraid.

He nods. "Yeah. They've been through the shit. And now we're here."

[braveoff]

"A hell jumper? Is that a drop trooper or whatever you said you were?"

Drake can't remember the proper acronym right now, just takes another swallow of his drink and tries to imagine what it's like to drop out of orbit in just a suit. Crazy...

"Yeah, right in it. With the Null banging down the door and god knows what going to happen next." It's not just an expression -- it seems like the gods here like to play with the inhabitants.

[requiemshark]

"Yeah." He grins. "Technically we're Orbital Drop Shock Troopers, but hell jumpers sounds way cooler. Plus it's a mouthful when you're hitting on hot strangers and acronyms are not sexy."

But there are other, more serious concerns in front of them. Ephemera rubs his thumb along the edge of his glass, nodding. "Yeah. It's gonna get rough. I'm not planning on choosing a side just yet. Wanna get some more info first."

[braveoff]

"Hell jumper it is -- gotta know the terms if I'm gonna be your wingman."

Yeah, yeah, serious shit... ugh. Drake nods in agreement. "From what I've seen I'd lean towards sticking with the gods, but it's too soon to make that call."