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hadriel_logs2017-10-10 09:37 am
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Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- ann takamaki,
- atem,
- celebrimbor,
- delmar,
- dr. newton geiszler,
- dr. temperance brennan,
- duck,
- ed grayson,
- eddie kaspbrak,
- elena fisher,
- eleven,
- ellie,
- evan sabahnur,
- fenn havers-croft,
- fingon,
- george lass,
- germany,
- harlan halliday,
- jo harvelle,
- julie grigio,
- laura palmer,
- magnus burnsides,
- maketh tua,
- margaery tyrell,
- merle highchurch,
- michael munroe,
- nah,
- nico di angelo,
- open,
- oscar,
- prussia,
- raidou kuzunoha,
- rey,
- terrence ephemera/sharkface,
- tucker,
- will solace,
- yusuke kitagawa
Intro Log: Faceplanted
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for October
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: October 10th-14th
Warnings: Newbies, spookies, and evil trees!
What: The intro log for October
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: October 10th-14th
Warnings: Newbies, spookies, and evil trees!
If it's your first time here, congratulations! You get the lovely, unique sensation of eating dirt as the Door knocks you facefirst into the ground. You'll probably be a little woozy at first, so take your time getting up- meet some folks, introduce yourself, don't be weird about it. Welcome to Hadriel! You're not the only person who just got to taste alien dirt firsthand, though- there are several people in the same predicament as you, so feel free to say hi! Probably shouldn't spend too much time talking though, because the lovely trees that you thought were just scenery are starting to creep ever closer the more you let your guard down.
All around you is a forest of spooky evil trees- it seems to be just a normal sort of forest at first, but the more you take your eyes off of them, the more they shift around you and close in. Or is that just your imagination? If you move too close to one, look out! They're rather determined to pick you up and stick you into the ground so you might take root- and if you resist, well, a severed bud can still serve as a seed, right?
If the trees tear your clothes though, don't worry, there's plenty of extras to be found lying around the arena if you don't mind them being a bit dirty. Lying on the ground and sometimes hanging off of these tree branches are some free shirts, yours for the taking! You know, if you'd be caught dead with one...
But hey, after you've met new friends and found a new aesthetic, 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 October 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!
lup | open | (late game TAZ spoilers abound)
['Do you trust me?'
Lup, floating and spectral, her face hidden beneath the heavy hood of her red, billowing robe, feels the mouth she doesn't have curl before her twin even has a chance to answer. Even if they've been apart for a dozen years at this point, only reunited a handful of moments before, Lup knows what comes next. It doesn't matter if it's the end of the world and the whole universe as they know it, she's still going to make a spectacle of this.
Taako's soft but certain 'Of course' is all that Lup needs before she's throwing out orders, leading Taako and Barry to the edge of the moon base, gazing down, down, down at the circle of black glass that was all that remained of the town of Phandalin. She turns to grin at the two most important men in her life, winking even if they couldn't see it beneath her hood, before she steps backwards and falls.
Lup imagines her eyes closing as she drops off of the side of the fake moon, plummeting miles and miles down towards the solid ground below.
--But she never reaches Phandalin. Somehow, even if she's not capable of sleep in this form, Lup comes to in a colosseum instead, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, an unsettling recognition slowly dawning on her. Because even if it's been sixty-some years since she'd last seen Hadriel, the memories come flooding back in a rush.
Which is precisely why there is a red-robed lich floating in the middle of the arena, skeletal hands at it's side clutched into tight fists, before it finally speaks in Lup's clear voice:]
Aw dip, not fucking again.
ii. shops;
[While your character is just going about their day-to-day life in Hadriel, perhaps trying to avoid the angry trees in the colosseum or the rush of newcomers arriving to the underground city, a red-robed ghost floats straight through the wall of the nearest shop and right into your path. It turns it's dark, empty hood towards you and raises a skeletal hand in a casual wave, fingers wiggling.]
Sup.
[OOC: SUP HADRIEL. Lup is back from her canon update, where she's now come 65~ years in the future from where she had been. Meaning she's a big ol' lich. Without a body, she's like a floating, ghosty skeleton in a red robe, though she can and will throw up some illusion/fire magic to give her appearance more shape when she has the spell slots for it. Hit me up if you want any specific prompts or have questions at
Shops
Breathing. Unfortunately.
At first he doesn't pay the ghost much mind. Hadriel's full of weird shit.
It's the voice that gives him pause.
Ephemera turns.]
Fuck. Lup?
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KICKS THE DOOR IN you know im here for I
He ended up here before dawn, forgoing sleep in favor of waiting. It's hard, having to learn to live without her again, even if it's been a week- a week, a fucking week and he can't hold it together- but he can feel himself slipping towards old habits, towards bundling himself in blankets as tight as he possibly can so he doesn't wake up with flailing limbs and his own screaming in his ears. She's coming back, he tells himself. She has to come back. Even if he knows the Gods aren't supposed to have control over who comes and goes, he doesn't think any of them would be stupid enough to take her, not if they really valued their lives.
But none of that comes out. Today, his expression is neutral, eyes quick, movements precise as he moves through the field, looking for her body, trying to hear her voice, and--
He skitters a bit on his heel when he finally finds her, the first emotion showing on his face in almost a week.
Okay. Still alive, kind of, but-- when he was gone, it was minutes. Less than a day. This had to be at least twenty years, maybe more. Would she even remember being here? Would all of this seem insignificant?
Honestly, Taako barely cares. He's just so glad he's not alone.]
Well that's not the kinda fireshow I was expectin' outta you. All these trees and nothin'? C'mon, sis, step up your game.
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colosseum
Magnus gives the empty room a wry grin. Obviously Taako would've already had the thought to go out there.
Anyway, Magnus needs to see for himself. He knows Taako isn't on the best terms with Lucretia, also, so any eyes that are still looking for her will be more helpful than his less willing ones, probably. Besides, he's probably more concerned with looking for his sister anyway.
When Magnus makes it out to the colosseum, though, he instantly recognizes the spectral form floating above everything. Keeping Railsplitter close at hand, eyeing the strange trees -- definitely treants -- he moves over to grin up at her from below.]
Little late to the party, aren't you? I already did this whole deal last month.
[He's reasonably sure she must be from the same point in time, now, that he is: not long after Lup's newfound freedom from the umbrella prison. He could be wrong, of course, but given his own memories and the appearance of her lich form, it's a reasonable guess.]
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She straightens up, holding out a shirt at arm's length to get an idea of how it will hang, when she spots a floating skeleton in a red robe...apparently waving hello.]
Um, hi?
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2 - spoil me all you want, i'm not gonna get around to TAZ
"Sup." Combined with the raising of your hand and wiggling of your phalanges, you mean... you are greeting me.
[Brennan frowns. She knows that voice!]
.......Lup? [She studies the structure of the facial bones and--] Yes. I am certain it is you, but-- what happened to you? You were not a skeleton before, which means...
[Where Brennan is from, that means that Lup has died.]
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Richie Tozier | Open
[ Things are weird. There's a blood pact, a coke bottle shard being passed around as everyone gets their palms cut--he's amazed Eddie went for it, Stan, too--and just as he turns to go he's falling.
Falling is a little scary, but it's even scarier when you don't remember doing it--or there's a door? Is there a door?--all Richie knows is that his mind is a whirlwind, and all of the sudden it's like Henry Bowers has shoved him into mud and dirt for the umpteenth time. He tastes te unfortunately familiar amount of earth, glasses flying off his face from the impact. His first thought is that he feels like Velma from Scooby Doo, but that's always his first thought because this happens frequently.
He gropes for his frames and coughs and spits to clear his throat of dirt when the second thought floods in: his parents are going to kill him if his glasses bent or broken. That's what spurs him to work evenfaster, even if he has to move slowly. With how thick those lenses are, he's practically blind. ]
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...
[ He finally feels something that's not dirt or grass. It's not his glasses, though, it's--is it?--Richie squints as much as he can, seeing the blurry shape.
It's someone else. He puts on his best British voice, which still somehow just sounds like a higher pitched version of himself. ]
I say my good fellow, I seem to have lost my spectacles, wot wot! I don't suppose you've seen them on the ground, old sport?
[ Voices are easier to do when he's scared or worried, for some reason. ]
ii. Trees;
[ He's grabbed two shirts, putting them on over the shirt he'd arrived with. It's funny.
Or rather, it was funny. It's not so much now, because as he's squashing the tie-die one over his head and there's something--a branch? A moving branch? grabbing at him. ]
What the--
[ The rest dissolves into screams as he's suddenly yanked into the air, hand reflexively going to his glasses to keep them in place. The tree is moving, the tree has picked him up, and no amount of funny voices or swearing can help the fact that he's scared shitless, trying to thrash through branches to escape. It's to no avail. His screams are shrill and high, too young and too frightened to care about how he comes off. In his defense, he's flailing pretty damn well, but Richie is still in desperate in need of saving. ]
iii. Lake;
[ This place is insane. This place is freaking insane, and Richie has spent the better part of a whole day just exploring. He's careful not to actually get into too much trouble, or at the very least he's made the conscious decision to not go anywhere that looks shady.
Shady-er, at least. The whole city is shady as hell and just stinks of evil, and Richie would rather do literally anything else than go into the caves or anywhere like that. They remind him of the sewers. This whole place sort of does, if he stops to think about it--which he doesn't. Or he tries not to. It doesn't work very well, and as he glances up at what passes for the 'sky' down here, he finds his feet picking up the pace even more.
There's still hope, isn't there? That he can get away from all of this. Hell, Richie's still convinced this is some weird dream in It's nightmare labyrinth, and it'll take him a while to think otherwise. Hopefully, he'll wake up.
Hopefully, it won't be because Ben Hanscom kissed him like when Beverly was in a trance. Come to think of it--Beverly would be an alright kisser to break a spell. He walks, how unnerving the city is almost forgotten, and he compiles a list. Jessica Hemmingway, for sure. Carla, from math class. ]
Paula Abdul. [ That's number one. Richie even gets a dreamy sort of look on his face, even though he'll deny it with his dying breath. It's locked down, in his mind: if he wakes up from this, it's because Paula Abdul has somehow visited Derry, and has found her way into the sewers with a killer clown and a bunch of floating children.
Lost in thought, he doesn't realize that he's reached the edge of the lake until he looks at it, adjusts his glasses, and exhales. ]
Even the lake is fucking terrifying. [Richie's not ashamed to admit he shudders, but he does pick up a smooth pebble, and glances over to a person he'd intruded upon without realizing it.] Bet you a dollar I can't make this rock skip four times.
I
Holy shit, that is awful.
[His accent, not the glasses thing. She holds out a hand to help him up.]
What do your spectacles look like, Velma?
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「lake」
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sorry for the delay, rl ate me alive.
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Eddie Kaspbrak | Open
[2. arrival; trees]
[3. lake]
2
[Ephemera steps aside before the kid can crash straight into him. Apparently the monsters are scarier than he is, because only one person has looked at him, seen the armor, and thought, gee, maybe I shouldn't. Everyone else just takes it in stride, just like his face, and Ephemera still isn't sure how he feels about any of that.
At least the monsters are simple. He hasn't gotten his flamethrowers working, but bullets work well enough on the trees.
He darts in front of the kid and fires straight into with his pistol center mass.
The tree doesn't like that very much, letting out an awful shriek as it backtracks. Ephemera shoots it through the eye for good measure and it flees.
Ha. Fucker.]
Watch where you're going.
[He says it sharply, glancing back. Very small child. What the fuck is he supposed to do with a kid?]
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3 Pls!
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France | OPEN
[France lands in an undignified sprawl on the ground. Cursing softly under his breath, as he lifts his head, he fully expects to look around and see the rather bustling city sidewalk that he had just been walking.
That is not what happens and he sits up abruptly. He's a mess, blond hair in his face and mussed up, clothes a bit scuffed, the fabric shopping bag he'd been carrying is half spilled around -- various fruits and vegetables rolled free, baguette bent at an odd angle, though the wine bottle is thankfully in tact!]
Où...? This is not Paris at all! [Obvious statements, free of charge. But that won't stop him from continuing on,] It's far too ugly to be...
[ Option 2 - Les Arbres ]
[France doesn't intend on sticking around anyway. But by now he's gathered up his groceries and is wandering through what is a very out of place, very unsettling copse of trees. Not quite a forest. Too sparse, but still.
Tree-ish. He doesn't like it.
He can't quite put his finger on it, but a glance over his shoulder and he swears he sees one of the damn things move. And that is too much for France, he is not the horror movie type. At all.
If you happen to be near, there will be a tall blond man ducking behind you, pointing over your shoulder.] It moved! Did you see?? C'est impossible!
[ Option 3 - Around the City ]
[Since his clothes didn't fare too well in his scramble to escape the aggressive vegetation, France did indeed pick up one of the t-shirts on offer. Still the worst? Yes, yes he is. He'd rather it in French, but he expects it's what the kids these days would call ironic or hipster, non?
He's making his way through the stores now, frowning at the shelves.]
This... is not food at all. They can't call this food.
[It won't do! How can people possibly survive??]
[ Option 4 - Wildcard ]
[Come at him anywhere in the city.]
Around the City
It could be worse, sir, we could have to scavenge for our own food.
[And considering most of the 'humans' she knows aren't really fond of monster meat or other peculiar choices Rydia could only imagine the reactions. A small reassuring smile appears on her lips while she approaches him.]
This canned food isn't so bad once one gets used to it, and there's enough choice to vary our diet during our stay.
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sorry for the delay! heath issues sidelined me a bit
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sorry for the delay! heath issues sidelined me a bit
Julie Grigio | OPEN
ii. trees;
iii. in the city;
II - trees
"...uhm..."
She just stod there for a moment, hands up and silent, waiting for the other person to calm down, approaching from behind had definitely be a terrible idea.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't mean to startle you. I let myself... get carried away."
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Ed Grayson | open
[Ed would probably come off as the most unassuming person here - messy brown hair, somewhere around 35 years old, 6 feet tall, tired face and posture - except for the fact that he looks like he's dressed as an extra out of The Shawshank Redemption. Along with the confused expression on his face, he's wearing faded prison blues, the shirt sporting the very faded words FCI LEAVENWORTH on the back. He spins around in a slow circle, taking in his surroundings, but he's not panicking or yelling.]
I-- Who did this?
[This has to be a spell. That's the only explanation, right? Now, was he teleported, or is this an illusion? Well, that tree that just grabbed him by the shoulder with a gnarled branch sure seems real. Ed yelps in surprise and tries to scurry away, but the tree's got a good grip on him.]
--The hell? Lemme go!
[Library]
[Of course this is the first place this nerd would go. He might not be the only newbie checking it out, either. Great, they can be disappointed together! Ed holds a charred copy of a book, looking it over before tossing it in a pile with other unreadable tomes.]
This is... a shame. A real damn shame.
[Lab]
[Okay, so no books. But Ed's now found the science lab, and that's just as good! A lot of the things in it are unrecognizable to him though, like the supercomputer. It's both fascinating and frustrating at the same time. Maybe you want to stop him before he pokes at the wrong thing.]
[Around town]
[Ed's not quite sure what to do with this new found freedom. It's pretty thrilling to him. He's at least swapped his shirt for one of the ones in the Coliseum so he's a little less suspicious (it's this one but turned inside out). He's managed to get himself a bog, some food and some blank books. He's lived with less. He'll be walking along the river and checking out the orchard and the park, and stopping anyone he sees for question.]
Hey, uh. So they have houses or something for us here, right?
Library
"It definitely is..."
She waves, greeting him after that probably unappropriate 'hello'. The summoner is leaning on a pile of alien-written books, looking in his direction and smiling.
"...but we're working on it. So, tell me, has the door brought in a fellow art lover?"
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(cw: mentions of violence)
[Laura goes flying into the dirt facefirst. it hurts, not quite as much as what had happened to her earlier, but the wind has been knocked out of her lungs and she's at a total loss as to where she is now. the last things she remembers are the rail car and Ronette and Ronette's angel, and her father--no, BOB. stabbing her over and over and over until she was dead.
Laura slowly pushes herself up to her feet and looks the place and herself over. she seems to be in an arena of some kind, surrounded by trees everywhere. and she's still wearing the white corset and panty set with white pantyhose she'd been wearing earlier, only now it has holes and bloodstains on it matching the places where she'd been stabbed along with the dirt from where she landed.
she finds one of the tshirts and tucks it away under her arm to put on later--she's hoping that her bedraggled look might earn her a little sympathy from strangers and. did--did that tree just move? no way!
she might be in need of some help]
B. The Speakeasy
[Laura has since put on her tshirt. It barely covers her ass, but it's not like she cares.
she's where she wants to be for now, a spot with plenty of drinks, and plenty of strangers. strangers who might be able to fill her in on where she's found herself and what the strange device she found does. she fishes a pack of cigarettes out from inside her corset and turns to you
with a smile] Hey. Got a light?
speakeasy.
When Laura speaks, Rey half-expects a different question.
"Take it you're not going to ask where your pants are next?"
Sure, she's got a 'light', so to speak, but... Priorities, man.
Re: speakeasy. (cw: drug reference)
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Aren Brosca | Open
"Ow! What the fuck--" Aren grumbles as she faceplants onto the ground. Hardly her finest moment there, and hopefully no one saw it. She has a reputation for faster reflexes than this, after all. Grunting, she pushes herself up from the ground, rubbing her temple. "That's going to leave a mark, I just know--"
And there it is. Even before she fulling takes in her surroundings -an arena of some sort- the tell-tale feeling she always has when a darkspawn is present goes into overdrive. Automatically, she reaches for the bombs at her belt. The potent items don't give as much reassurance as one might think, though, especially when she feels the ground tremble beneath the weight of a darkspawn approaching.
"...oh, no. Tell me it isn't--yep, it is. Of course it is. Shit." The lumbering form steps into view, and Aren recoils upon spotting the ogre just as it notices her and let out a roar. The hulking beast lowers its head to charge the lone dwarf, only to be interrupted by a fierce growl from a very familiar canine.
Momentarily stunned, Aren grins brightly when she realizes who's at her side. "Barkspawn!" She hasn't seen him since--well, it doesn't matter now. What does matter is stopping the ogre before it goes on a rampage. As Barkspawn charges the beast -dodging a swipe from it- she tosses the bombs at the ogre before reaching for the blades at her back. This is going to take a while.
Trees of doom
Some point after that disastrous beginning, Aren is walking along with Barkspawn, idly inspecting the twisted trees. Her mabari is alert bordering on tense, or at least he is the further they walk. It doesn't take long for them to find some tree-branches covered in...shirts? Puzzled, she reaches for one to inspect it. "...free stuff, huh? Or did some people just decide 'hey, let's take off our clothes here for no reason'. Yeah, that doesn't sound right either." Then she smirks upon finding one that says 'I'm still the worst'. "Finder's keepers. Now--hey!"
Barkspawn lives up to his name, barking up a storm as a branch reaches for his dwarven buddy. She yelps as it manages to lift her, thrashing so as not to make it easy for the damned thing. "You don't scare me! I've seen worse in the Blackmarsh!" The mabari leaps up to snap at the branches, putting those powerful jaws to work. No animate tree is going to separate them just as they were reunited, and he's going to make damn sure on that.
Exploration
Aren and Barkspawn don't only have to be encountered while they're having a particularly bad time of it. The dwarf woman is curious about everything they find and when there's a lot to explore...well, she'll just keep going. Why stop, when continuing might help them make more sense of the place and their circumstances? Still not entirely convinced this isn't a weird dream -even if dwarves as a rule don't dream- she nonetheless follows along as Barkspawn makes it his mission to sniff at absolutely everything. After underestimating trees, he's not letting his guard down.
"...okay, you need to chill. Playtime." A while of observing Barkspawn's tense behavior has Aren stopping by the edge of the park, where she decides it's time for a spontaneous game of fetch. In between throwing the ball, to Barkspawns everlasting delight, she'll inspect this new gadget that she's certain wasn't on her person before. "What the hell even is this and how does it work?" She mutters to herself without really expecting an answer, but at least for her it helps to talk along while she's sussing things out.
After the park, she'll check the storefronts...and yes, make off with whatever can fit in her pack that seems practical or just plain neat. It's not stealing if no one's around to guard the shops, right? That periodic wave of guilt is either ignored or assumed to be the work of certain friends who have become her conscience. Maybe she'll leave a few things behind, to appease imaginary 'I'm not sad, I'm disappointed' looks, but most things will find a use.
Their exploration ends at the hot springs, where after what feels like walking around forever, Aren knows she's in need of some relaxation. Stripping down to her undies, she'll happily sink in with a sigh, chuckling as Barkspawn slips into join her and press his muzzle against her shoulder. "I've missed you, buddy....."
Exploration
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I didn't think they allowed dogs in here.
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Washington | OTA | will match format
Wash doesn't think much of the trees at first. Everything about this place is strange and foreign, and he's been in much more hostile environments than a forest of creepy trees. It isn't until they start to move, twisting and reaching for him, that he realizes they might be dangerous. And for all that he's a walking arsenal, he doesn't have a flamethrower like some people. He starts moving faster, dodging and weaving with impressive speed considering the heavy metal armor he's wearing.
It's quite a sight, but you'd best not stop to watch, or the trees might reach for you next. In fact, that's exactly what's going to happen. Wash comes up out of a roll to see a clawlike branch swiping for a civilian -- fuck, nobody here is wearing armor, when was the last time he was anywhere that the population wasn't 100% soldiers? -- and he calls out, urgency in his voice even though it's muffled by his helmet.
"Watch out!"
ii. shops (10/10)
He needs supplies. Food, water, first aid equipment because he doesn't doubt there will be more fights in his future.
What he really wants is ammunition, which is nowhere to be found, but Wash also grudgingly admits that he's going to have to get out of his armor eventually and clothes are a necessity. And he was not going to wear any of the shirts from the arena. So he can be found in the shops, holding up this shirt or those pants, trying to gauge what'll fit him. He's not willing to take off his armor to hold things up to his body so this probably looks more than a little ridiculous. Things he deems acceptable get draped over his shoulder as he continues to rummage through the racks and shelves. Almost everything he's chosen is utterly boring. Guy clearly has no taste.
Maybe you've got better suggestions?
iii. speakeasy (10/11)
It's been a very long time since Wash has been to any kind of bar. Since shore leave back in Freelancer, specifically. He's wary. Of being in a crowd, of drinking at all, compromising his senses and reflexes for what? To unwind a little? He shouldn't unwind. He needs to be sharp here, even if he doesn't want to be. There are enemies, there are monsters besides the ones in his head. Maybe he'll just go in and claim a bottle, take it back to the apartment he's claimed as his own. Because that's not pathetic at all. Drinking alone, feeling sorry for himself for winding up here, worrying about his friends still in battle on Chorus. Fuck. If they die, he'll never forgive himself for not being there, even if it's completely out of his control.
He stands outside a moment longer, listening to the music that drifts out onto the street, the buzz of voices and laughter inside.
Hmm.
hunting & rage's temple (10/12) - closed to sharkface
Word on the street (okay, on the network archive he found on his phone) is that you can make a deal with one of the gods for more ammo. As ridiculous as the concept of gods is to Wash, he needs to be stocked up. This is not a question, it's not an option, it's not a case of 'oh that would be nice.' It's a necessity just as much as food and clothing were a few days ago. He's completely alone here, no one to watch his back, and he's not going to risk walking around with just the couple of clips he showed up with. It could be the most peaceful place in the universe and Wash wouldn't trust that. So he sharpens his knives and heads for the tunnels, going hunting.
His armor is splattered with blood and other more questionable substances when he emerges from the tunnels again, one hand holding a dripping blade and the other dragging the corpse of a spiderlike monster behind him. It leaves a streak of gore on the ground as he hauls it to Rage's temple.
It would seem he wasn't the only one who had this idea -- his path crosses with another gore trail and though that gives him pause, he's still going through with this. He raises his combat knife and kicks the door of the temple open, hauling his kill inside.
temple
But it's almost up on the altar, and he can work with that. Everybody needs bullets. They're a primary fucking resource and his armor's damaged now. He needs every advantage. Especially since Washington is here, breathing, and Ephemera has to play nice.
Somebody else has to bleed for that. And the monsters are so easy...
Fuck. He's starting to sound like Rodriguez.
Ephemera jerks into stance when he hears the door, going for his pistol.
Oh, fuck this.
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Eleven | Open
Eleven was dropped off by the door in the exact last stance she'd been in at home. One hand outstretched, mouth wide open, screaming as she telekinetically blasted the Demogorgon into literal smithereens. Kind of unfortunate, considering she was now face down with a mouth full of dirt, not to mention cracking her wrist as she landed on it. Hopefully, it's not broken.
As she came around, Eleven began to panic. Pushing herself to her feet, cradling that injured arm of hers to her chest as she continued the psionic attack she'd been unleashing on her foe. Before she had a chance to even notice the trees were closing in on her, Eleven was holding them in place, not to mention anyone unlucky enough to be stuck in the blast. Their branches creaking and cracking under the overwhelming ability. The girl was already almost at her limit and as her body started to shut down, so too did her control of her powers.
Eleven slumped back down to the ground, soil and dirt muddying up her bare knees. Blood trickled down from her nose and dripped onto her lap, her ears began to bleed too. With bloodshot eyes, Eleven looked up just in time to see the whirling, whip of a root, twisting and turning until it had her coiled up like a Boa Constrictor.
(2) Houses/Appartments;
Sometime after arriving here, confused and scared, Eleven had to explore the surrounding areas. Her little venture brought her in the vicinity of the housing areas and Spires. She was hungry, needed to recharge her powers. A safe place to rest and some food were needed.
Giving no consideration to whose home she was invading, Eleven crawled in through an open window. Walking as slow as a mouse, even stealthier as she opened the cupboards and ice boxes, fingering through the canned foods with a frown. Where were the Eggos? The candy bars and neatly wrapped leftovers?
(3) Shops/Around the City;
It was scary here, a different kind of scary from the Upside Down but still scary in its own way. Eleven had been hiding from almost everyone and everything she'd seen, none of this was familiar. Where was she now? Had she ripped a hole, a gateway into yet another world, dimension?!
Cowering in a small gap between two run down looking stores, Eleven covered her ears and gently rocked side to side. The sky here was weird, it didn't feel real, everything felt as if it was closing in around her. That feeling of being trapped and helpless sinking in like puddles through holes in second-hand shoes.
A tear ran down her cheek, washing a clear path in her dirty skin. She was too weak and too afraid to even attempt going into the Upside Down and look or listen for someone, somewhere that she knew. No, she was stuck here, for now at least. Curling up in a ball, hugging her knees to her stomach. "...Goodbye." She whispered the last thing she recalled saying to her friends before she vanished.
1. colosseum
One moment he'd been rushing towards the girl -- a child, another child, what the fuck are you doing, Hadriel -- and the next he's caught in some kind of force field, feeling his bones creak, threatening to break. He can't breathe. He can't move. God, it hurts. He feels the shift to full on zombie mode and should anyone look up they'll see his eyes go red, his veins go black, his lips curl away from his teeth in a pained sneer.
And then it all stops. Whatever was holding him lets him go, the pressure just suddenly gone. Drake gasps and shakes his head violently, squeezing his eyes shut. When he opens them they're human again, and he sees the girl fall. A root whips towards her and it doesn't matter what the hell just happened to him because she's in danger. He's running again, rushing forward, raising his axe and severing the root with a single, powerful swing.
She's bleeding. Drake kneels down in the dirt beside her, reaching out and pulling the root away.
"I'm gonna get you out of here. Come on."
If she lets him, he intends to scoop her up and take her straight to the clinic.
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Fenn Havers-Croft l Open
Fenn was intimately familiar with the feeling of hitting the ground face first. Siblings, snare traps, comrades, you name it had been knocking Fenn on his face as far back as he could remember.
The woozy feeling was also familiar. The question was why was he on his face this time? Had he passed out? He didn't hear the sounds he expected. Iris probably wouldn't have left him on his face in the dirt. Maybe.
Fenn slowly lifted his head. Not where he expected to be.
“Iris?” He asked hopefully. He heard people, but is wasn’t likely she'd be here if he was hallucinating. Whatever hallucination was happening, he hadn’t deprived himself of hallucinatory weapons. He was never eating frogs again.
2. Trees
Fenn had never wished he had some kind of fire power. He felt absolutely sure he trees were moving. He was more sure one had just tried to grab his braid, which meant he was standing as far from any trees as he could, stuffing his hair down the back of his shirt, turning slowly to keep an eye on all the trees around him.
“So do you eat people or just water your roots with them?” Fenn had a nervous babbling habit, and if the trees were already trying to grab him, he likely couldn’t offend them more could he. Fenn grinned as he shrugged his shirt up around his neck. “Tear them limb for limb for fun?”
A large branch fell out of the tree nearest Fenn, landing square on a shirt that declared “I’m still the worst.”
“Okay, not a fan of jokes…” Admittedly a bad attempt even for Fenn, but things were strange right now. Probably a good idea to exit the murder forest as fast as possible before he antagonized them further.
3. River
Fenn’s grand idea had been he would sit by the river, and the sound of the rushing water would help him concentrate. He thought that was supposed to be a thing, anyway. Instead he had ended up talking himself out of wading, trying to decide it would be safe to fish, and only barely made any kind of vaguely coherent plan or even contemplated his situation.
So now he was sitting on the banks of the river with his boots off, just kind of enjoying not having sweaty boot feet and playing with some dandelion fluffs. He had them in a tight sphere of air and was spinning them in different direction. His mother used to make him practice control this way, and it was supposed to help with concentration. Right now it was succeeding in making him space out.
Note: Feel free to sneak up and startle Fenn. Or push him in the river.
4. Wildcard
Fenn will go everywhere and get into everything, so feel free to run into him anywhere.
3. River
then she happens upon Fenn. who seems to be doing something strange with dandelion fluff]
Hi. What are you doing?
[did we mention that she's wearing a white corset and panty set with holes and bloodstains on it like she's been stabbed repeatedly while wearing it?]
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nah | open!!
[wonderful.
she simply lays there for a moment, thinking things through with the unpleasant sensation of dirt between her teeth, gritty in her mouth. her ears twitch. there are other people. voices. no wind. any birds? no. finally, she stands, ungracefully spitting dirt at the ground and dusting herself off.
the Outrealms aren't things easily trifled with. it isn't as simple as hopping between Outrealms at one's leisure to see the world(s) and whatever, Nah is perfectly aware of that, but something in her gut tells her this isn't that kind of situation. she wasn't even near the Outrealm Gate last thing she remembers. she wasn't doing anything notable, and yet here she is... wherever this is.
it's a lot to take in.]
Nice ambience. Really, I couldn't think of a more welcoming place.
[her sarcasm is dripping. she looks more annoyed than confused, now.]
2 : forest fires
[important fact of the day! trees! are flammable! that's the first thought that hits Nah when the forest around her begins to move, and she acts on a reflex with hardly a second thought.
a dragon emerges from a cluster of trees that had begun to tighten their circle. it spews flames indiscriminately, as if in a panic, then yells out in a voice that belongs more to a girl than a big fire-breathing beast.]
Hah! I'll burn all of you down, just try me!
[she flaps her wings hard, creating a gust of wind that begins to spread the flames.]
3 : fish are food, not friends??
[the good news: she got out of the colosseum. the bad news: she's hungry.
still in her dragon form, Nah flies straight to the lake, the only visible source of water from what she can see from above, and comes to a landing by the shore. she immediately plunges her head in, the water bubbling and steaming around her. some dead fish surface.
approach the dragon. or don't.]
4 : misc misc
[later on, Nah can be found around the rest of the city (in her human form), mostly at the housing areas and library. she even revisits the colosseum a couple times over the next few days, as if hoping to find something there. honestly, to anyone else, she'd probably look like a lost child.]
((hit her up with anything here if the other three prompts don't work for you!))
Fishes are 100% food...
She stops washing her own clothes (sorry for the soap that probably ended in your food, bts) placing the soap bar and the wet shirt on a rock before waving her hand in the air and trying to get the dragon's attention.]
Nice one! Now that's a good way to get lunch!
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Yusuke Kitagawa | ota
ii. arrival: trees
iii. exploring: houses
treeeeees
He spots the dangling individual and decides it's a good time to step in - from that same distance. The Room he calls up is so large it can't be seen, giving him plenty of area to work with. One good slash outward of that long nodachi (yes from several rows up, really) sends a cutting rush of air down to sever the root a good foot or so up from where it's wrapped around the stranger's leg]
You'd better run if you know what's good for you.
[ooh, free shirts. Don't mind if a few teleport into his hand from there]
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evan sabahnur | open
Blech. Bleaugh.
Evan groans, spitting out more grit than he would've liked. It tastes about the same as every other mouthful of dirt he's ever gotten (aside from the time he landed a little too close to the fertilizer, which he would definitely not recommend); for a fraction of a second, he doesn't realize he's someplace new at all.
Within a heartbeat, that's no longer true. Evan scrambles to his feet, eyes darting around for the next blow before it lands. In a fight, there's no time for looking around dazedly, and he was in the middle of getting his butt kicked by Krakoa back at school. The only problem is, this isn't Central Park. This isn't anyplace he's ever been before.
"Whoa." He's still on the defensive, tensed for the kind of explanation X-Men usually get for sudden scenery changes. (Bad ones. Physical ones, sometimes with maniacal laughter to boot.) But there's a dawning curiosity in his eyes as he gazes around at the deep gashes in the stone and everyone else staggering to their feet. His attention inevitably fixes on someone else. "Are you okay?"
spooky, evil trees
"Good heavens!"
Look, he grew up on a farm where cussing was strictly not allowed--and frankly, even now, he doesn't much like it, even if he's a lot more used to it. (Thanks, real world. Thanks, Deadpool.) But his instinctive reaction is the one that comes out now when a bough whips out at him.
It's something straight out of The Wizard of Oz, and he jumps back, only to get clocked in the head by another branch, one that wraps around his neck. His shout of surprise--wordless, this time--gets cut off as he's pulled up into the air. One hand tugs at his throat, trying to loosen the branch, and the other one reshapes itself into a long, curved blade, his arm stretching long so he can slice the branch off close to the tree trunk.
"Oof." Hitting the ground isn't great, but he rolls back to his feet as he drags a breath back into his lungs, rocketing his way up into the air by way of the flames coming from his boots. Once he's out of reach of the waving branches, he spots a shirt and dives in to grab it, hollering with delight when he manages to snatch it off the tree and swoop back out of its reach. "Yes!"
shopping
Once he's escaped the Coliseum, the obvious next step is to find a place to live--but before he does that, he'd really like to find some street clothes. All his Xavier uniforms are someplace far from here, if the message on his new phone is to be believed, and he should probably find some pants to go with the t-shirts he snagged earlier. (In addition to the unicorn shirt he threw on over his supersuit, he's got a few others under one arm.) So he heads out in search of shops, figuring he can see about bartering one of his phones for some clothes, or maybe straight-up selling it.
Turns out that probably won't be necessary. Some of the stores he finds are nearly as dusty as Consumers back in Tolmen's Fields, full of detritus from who-knows where. Some of it's junk--he's pretty sure that's a faucet ripped right out of a kitchen sink--but some of it looks really nice. (His mother would have loved the neatly folded lace tablecloth down on the bottom shelf. He tries not to think about it.) And if he's supposed to pay for any of it, it's not super clear.
But Evan's not here for just anything. He's on a mission. And maybe you can help. "Have you seen any shoes in a size 8?"
streets &cet.
He's braced for stares and jeers. In areas without a lot of mutants, people don't always look kindly on the obvious ones, and it doesn't get much more obvious than Evan. With skin someplace between blue and grey and a heavy black marking his face from his lips to his temples, it doesn't matter if he's dressed like a civilian. He always stands out. And there aren't that many people here in Hadriel, period--it seems like too much to hope that he's going to somehow blend in.
There's no way to keep people from glaring, but at least he can be ready for it. He smiles at everyone he walks past, no matter where he is. And he's all over the place, when it comes down to it: peering into the edge of the lake, flipping through unintelligible books in the library, hesitating near entrances of the temples. Anyplace Evan can conceivably be run into, he's run-into-able.
[ooc: if you'd like to do something not covered here or have any questions for me, please feel free to pm me! we'll get shit sorted. i'm happy to do prose or brackets.]
Lake
Despite how human he might act most of the time, Nick Valentine knows good and well he fits into the 'distinctly non-human' category along with people like Oscar and Glacius. It's bothered him less in Hadriel than one might expect, but it does mean he prepares himself for receiving an odd look or two when he patrols, particularly on those days when there are newcomers making their way through the Door. He steers clear of the Colosseum these days -- a good thing if you ask those who worry about his health -- as he finds plenty who need help on the streets.
Where he finds someone who needs help this day is the lake, though he's not sure the kid in question realizes it just yet. Nick catches sight of him at the water's edge on his periphery, and though he can't see the teenager's face from where he's standing, the synth beelines over to give him a warning.
"I wouldn't get too close to the edge if I were you," Nick states as he meanders over. "Not unless you want to pick a fight with something that's got tentacles and a whole lot of teeth." He keeps his pace slow, well aware of how some folks might perceive a strange, mechanical man sneaking up behind them, especially if they're new to the city. Nick has been around long enough to know better than to spook people, especially if they might be new to Hadriel.
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Newt Geiszler | ota
[Newt wakes up on the colosseum floor and, whoa, what? It's not the first time he's woken up somewhere unfamiliar with no knowledge of how he got there, but he does not remember going that hard last night. Some drinks were had, sure. He just saved the world--or, well, PPDC did, but Newt deserves at least 75% of the credit. Of course there were celebrations.
But Hermann cut him off after like two beers, didn't he? Something about not overdoing it in the wake of Drifting with a Kaiju, blah blah. They didn't even leave the Shatterdome. So, what gives?
He's cleaning the dirt off his glasses when something grabs for his ankle. He kicks it away, shoving his glasses back on. A spooky tree looms over him, and one of its roots is slithering toward him. UH??? No tree he's ever seen can do that.
He watches the root, puzzled, until it snaps up suddenly and makes another grab for his leg. He yelps and scrabbles backward... and plows right into you.]
Whoa! Watch it, buddy. [He crawls around you to put a barrier between himself and the root, then rockets to his feet.] What the hell is that thing?
two - cAVES NEWT NO...
[Somehow??? He has managed to escape the colosseum without getting his shit wrecked by demon trees! Nice work, Newt. He's also picked up a horrific shirt, though he's just carrying it around at the moment.
He's meandering through the city, vaguely exploring and also wondering how the heck this whole place is underground?? But now he's taken an unfortunate turn and accidentally found his way into the caves outside of town. Uh. He just meant to peak in, like, real quick to check it out, but where did the entrance go...? He's pretty sure he came this way. Didn't he? Crap.
He pulls out the phone he woke up with and, skipping the guide entirely, texts someone at random from his contacts.]
Hey how do you get back to town from here?
[He sends along a picture of a sort of distinctive stalagmite.]
three - science lab!!!!
[After his really fun cave adventure, it doesn't take Newt long to find his way to the lab. It's basically right outside the colosseum, anyway. The place is kind of dumpy compared to his workspace at the Shatterdome, but since he's apparently stuck here for an indeterminate amount of time, he's glad to see a bastion of science ready and waiting for him.
That supercomputer, though. Nice. Newt is just starting to scope it out when he realizes he's not alone in the room. Whoops.]
Oh, uh, hi there! You working on something?
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It's a demon tree. Duh.
[She says it sarcastically, because that's the only real payback she can manage. By now he might also be noticing her awful shirt.]
It's not as bad as the crabs with the rockets.
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R | Open
[ Waking up to find himself smashing into the ground and getting a mouth full of dirt honestly isn't the worst thing that's ever happened to R. It would probably be worse if he could feel pain instead of a mild sense of indignity. There aren't many perks to being dead but that ever present numbness can be useful.
What disturbs him is that he's coming to surrounded by the living, the smell of life filling his senses. This is fine. It's not like he looks at all suspicious with his grey pallor and bloodstains on his rain soaked clothing. He definitely doesn't look like hot garbage compared to everyone else.
Of course then the bigger problem hits him. He doesn't see Julie nearby. No. He promised, he promised he'd keep her safe, that he'd get her back to the living settlement. ]
Julie... [ Casting about for any sight of his Living girl R isn't entirely prepared for a tree to take a swipe at him and sending him flat onto his back. Ouch. Rest in pieces, corpse. R lays there stunned for a moment because trees aren't supposed to do that. Thank god his nerve endings are dead. ]
2. Plants vs Zombie
[ Once R gets his metaphorical breath back after getting knocked on his ass he's kind of got this figured out. Trees are jerks. He might not be the most graceful as he stumbles out of the way of clawing branches. His jacket is torn and his skin has some superficial scrapes that don't bleed. He can almost see the exit when he hears the sound of someone Living having a bit more trouble with the arboreal assholes. The temptation to keep going, to leave them to struggle on their own is strong. Why should it be his problem?
Except he knows what Julie would say. He wants to find Julie, wants to keep her safe from whatever's happening now but--
Before he can think about it R is moving to help, grabbing a branch and clumsily knocking a tree back. Once there's a bit of breathing room he looks at the person he stopped for, unsure if this is going to end with a bullet to his head before forcing words out. ]
Be careful. It's... not safe.
3. Library
[ R spends a lot of time wandering the city, not quite shambling like a full of romero style zombie but he's definitely not graceful. If he's lucky maybe people will assume he's a drunk. He passes by shops and stops to look in the windows but ultimately doesn't go inside. But when he comes to the library something makes him try the door, and when it opens, go inside. He's not stranger to books, there were plenty of them in the airport even if his decomposed state of being meant he couldn't understand anything printed in them.
He walks among the stacks, not sure why he's here of all places. And yet he can be found with a book in his hands, opened up to the middle looking perplexed by the whole thing. ]
It's blank. [ Water damaged, ragged at the edges and every single page is blank. It feels like a metaphor for his own existence. ]
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Keep that one then. Write a story, perhaps. Lord knows we could use some stories in commonspeak.
[ He pulled a book of his own from the shelf. Sadly, it was quite full of illegible text. Pity. More paper mache supplies, at least? ]
More nonsense.
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Percy Jackson - OTA
Percy is on his feet pretty quickly after hitting the dirt, tense and ready to fight even if his head's spinning a bit from the facefirst landing. He moves on automatic, Riptide a sword in his hand before he's even really noticing anyone around him.
It's probably a very good thing for other people that nothing really tries to attack him right off the bat. The bronze sword stays in his hand, it's just plain smart to stay armed when randomly dumped in what looks like an arena.
Percy does, however, notice something weird about the trees pretty quick.
"Uh... the trees are moving." He says, catching eye contact with whomever is closest. "That's never a good thing."
B: Lake/River
Trying to keep Percy from finding the biggest source of water in the area would have probably been impossible. It may be freshwater, but it's still water and a reassuring thing to have around as far as he counts. Not just because having a (seemingly) clean source of water means survival isn't completely dependent on a new pantheon of gods, but because it means he has a place to go when things hit the fan.
He's quick to fairly literally get his feet wet, wading in the shallows and getting a feel for the current. He's also poking through the phone he's recently acquired out of nowhere, and not really aware that he's doing anything weird.
C: Armory
There may be a few more people in bright colored shirts around the city, but once Percy found out about there being an armory it's one of his first pit stops.
He's not obviously armed at all, Riptide stowed away as a pen in his pocket, but he's looking at most of the assembled weapons like most kids his age might treat a videogame store. He clearly knows what he's looking at, and can probably recommend something.
He's also looking for something in particular, though it isn't a blade.
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Hold still. I don't wanna lop off one of your limbs or something. Ha!
(cw: bondage reference)
Get it off! Get it off, get it off, get it off!!
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Austria - Open
[Austria hits the ground face first. His legs actually launching up and over him in a summersault throwing him into an incredibly stunned sitting position in the dirt. The frames of his glasses dug deep into his skin from the initial hit and he might have actually broken his nose.
Or it feels that way at least. If the searing pain and the blood rushing out of his nose is any indication-- worse still he's sure he must look terribly disheveled right now. His hands and arms were sparred of the collision entirely, as if he fell that way out of habit to deliberately spare them from injury.
Austria shakes his head looking bewildered. He was no stranger to being lost but… getting this lost so quickly and so throughly seemed almost excessive. Even for someone like himself.]
…hallo? [Austria almost hopes there isn't an immediate answer. Then no one will have seen him eat dirt so gracelessly. At the same time he could use some help.]
B. Trees.
[Eventually Austria gets to his feet and tries to make himself look presentable again. He tries to stem the bleeding from his nose with a gloved hand and beats at the dirt staining his long coat with his free hand. Neither hand had been free prior to his fall however. A little ways away Austria can see his briefcase open, government paperwork splayed out around it in one direction. His violin case was thrown in the opposite direction.]
… ah. There they are. [Austria moves for the briefcase, intending to pick up the scattered documents before they have the opportunity to blow away. It would be more troublesome if an unfortunate gust of wind blew past. They'd be gone forever then of course and-- Austria stops mid step, seeing the trees abruptly move.]
… Was? […What? Austria removes his glasses, wiping at any flecks of blood and dirt he might have missed that were obscuring his vision and looking at the trees again. No. They… they were definitely closer somehow. Austria turns to look at his violin in the other direction. The trees had moved closer to it too...
Austria tenses, his eyes flicking back and forth quickly between the briefcase and the violin. Knowing his "physical limitations" he could most likely and realistically only grab one. He's sure his boss would be absolutely furious with him if he lost those papers and it was a rather expensive looking briefcase without being obscenely heavy to carry. Austria knows the correct choice in his heart.
The instrument. Obviously.
Austria moves to lunge for it, not expecting the tree root to burst out of the ground beneath him. As he grips the handle of the case, the root catches his foot and easily upsets his balance. He trips, barreling right into the grove of trees becoming immediately ensnared in their grip.]
Put me down this instant!
C. Streets.
[Austria looks more than a little worse for wear in his tattered coat, his bloody and grimy face, and trying very hard to mask his hopelessly lost expression. He's had a rough day… He needs to get picked up from… where ever it is he's ended up this time.
Austria pats his coat pockets down with his free hand, turning up with an unfamiliar looking phone. Austria stares at it looking even more defeated somehow.]
I'm sorry to bother you, but. You wouldn't happen to be familliar with how to use this phone model would you?
[Technology changed much too quickly these days for him to keep up with. He only just learned how to use his own phone?]
D. Wildcard
[Come at him!! Anywhere!!]
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she looks up to see yet another stranger, only this time he's nearby and asking a question]
No. It's a phone? As in, something you use to talk to other people?
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He's about to call it a day when suddenly he's getting charged by a barking dog. HI??? He hears Germany not long after, and follows the pup to where the guy is fighting with a tree root.
Harlan sticks his hands in his pockets and watches him struggle for a moment.]
You want a hand or do you got this?