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Intro Log: Rock This City

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for January
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: January 10th-14th
Warnings: New folks, rockin' dudes made of rock, and collectible friends!

This time, it's different.

There's no cave, no stone walls looming up around you and overhead, no stifling air or artificial light- not that you'd appreciate it, seeing as to how you've probably never been here before. And still, when you land facefirst on the dirt ground of the colosseum, you may not quite appreciate all the improvements and steps we've had to take to get here- after all, you're still surrounded by strangers in a crumbling city on an alien planet in the middle of nowhere.

Oh, and you're being attacked by Earth Elementals. These creatures are tall, between seven to ten feet, and made of solid rock, capable of punching through all the squishy bits of you- and for whatever reason, they definitely want to start punching. They're incredibly strong and, seeing as to how they're enchanted alive and have no internal organs, they're very difficult to kill.

But don't let that scare you off. For all the collectors in you, you can also find a very special array of beanie babies all scattered at the ground at your feet. Do you know that some of these things will be worth a lot of money someday? Better find the rarest one and stockpile it while you can! You might run into the rainbow crab, the platypus, or the sought-after bald eagle, or many more! Be sure to never take the tag off and never ever let anyone play with them so they don't lose value.

Once you've got your kids' college fund squared away, it's time to start exploring! You can 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 January 10th-14th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
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[Always good to have someone to commiserate over shitty months. God knows Rey has had enough of a rough time to keep her moping for years, but she tries to be here instead. Doing something. Making good with her hands rather than rotting away on the floor of her bedroom.

[Yeah, that sucked.]

A lot. What do you like? Sweet, spicy, straight liquor? We've got wine and beer, too. All made here.

[She's a little behind on their stock since she's been... out of "commission". Having the extra work to keep her occupied is more of a blessing now than ever, though.]

What's gonna make me forget things for a couple of hours faster?

[ A pitiful attempt at a joke, tired smirk to go along with it, but she knows it's not that great as soon at it leaves her lips. But that doesn't really matter and she doesn't really care.]

Got some specials?

Been that sort of day, huh?

[Rey can relate. Most days she can't complain, but these last couple of months have been harder than most on her.]

Mm. Haven't thought about starting a "specials" list. You want something that gets you drunk fast, though... [She pauses.] Been working on this brew from home, or at least something like it. Supposed to pack a punch.

[Even for someone as resilient as herself.]

[ She lets out a half scoff chuckle. ]

You could say that. [ Closer to that sort of month, really.

She crosses her arms on the counter.]

Yeah? Got a name for it?

[ Good choices as always, well on brand for her - after a month of fruitlessly trying to figure out how to get home to her family, everything fucking sucks and it's time to get smashed. ]

[Ah yes, Rey knows that sentiment all too well.]

We called it "Battle-ready". It's the sort of stuff some people would drink to get themselves amped before combat.

Not that they'd get blitzed and then go pick up a gun. But it works fast and has a low risk for hangovers.

Hah, wish they had that when I was serving...

[ Not that she wants to think about those times. Not that she isn't sure some people found a lot of colorful ways to be less than sober on the battlefield.

But those days are behind her. The worst things she's done that lead her to the best thing in her life, which she's trying to hard to get back to.

Right, that's why she wanted to look for drinks in the first place. ]

Mn.

[Rey didn't really peg this woman to be a soldier type from appearance alone, but not everyone looks the part. Sometimes that's for the best.]

How about an Old Fashioned? [That's probably a better one for someone to start with, anyway.]

[ Most people wouldn't. Her officer wouldn't, either.

But here's the things about wars and drafting: you find a lot of different people fighting a battle they may or may not really believe in. ]

Sure, hit me.

[Isn't that the truth. Rey was made for what she does; tailored specifically for it. She didn't really have a say in the matter. But then, the same can be said for people like Alana, so no judgement there.]

All right. [She puts together the mixture: Sugar, bitters, and some of the best bourbon she has to offer. With the large cube of ice, it looks like a fairly nice, though basic, golden drink.

[Now readied in a glass, she slides it to Alana over the bartop.] Here you go.

Thanks.

[ It couldn't be said that Alana's drafting wasn't a choice, but it was an alternative to a shitty situation, so, she took it. Maybe one day they'll talk about it. Isn't that a thing bartenders are usually good at? Getting people to talk about their lives?

He takes the glass and takes a sip, for a moment cringing and holding a finger against her mouth. ]

Damn. [ A light cough. ] Goes down smooth.

[Rey isn't your typical bartender. She more or less fell into this than something she ever aspired to or saw herself doing for a long time. But it's nice. Not doing something that reminds her too much of her old life-- lives, really.]

Ah, good. We make our shit here rather than one of the gods providing for us, so it's not always consistent.

[ Funny how life works. They'd have a lot to share, both of them, should they have a personal conversation in the future. ]

They--are they the ones controlling the stores?

[ With such a small town, and all of the magical clusterfuck going on, Alana hasn't really taken time to consider the economics of this place. She can probably have that one, considering general priorities and stuff. ]

Unfortunately, yes. Hope is usually the one who makes sure the stores are stocked with supplies, though he's been busy recuperating these days.

[At least Rey doesn't need to rely on him too much. She can't say the same for others.]

[She's taking mental notes, though the details on how exactly this happens are vague. But it's something she feels she should definitely know.]

What about the others?

The others supposedly served their own purposes. Tranquility fixes the damages, Rage supplies the armory, Fear transported the city when the killer robots are catching up to us, Confusion made the tunnels that they claim were "protecting" us... [However that's supposed to work. Since there are no longer the caves, what good is Confusion now?] And Love is nothing but useless ass-gas.

[Yeah, she's never letting her hatred for Love go.]

[ So, there's a lot of them. Alana's getting a Vices and Virtues vibe...it almost feels like a goddamn joke. All of it. ]

Is any of them in charge of, huh, people? Or watching that door thing.

[ She's hear it more than once, the part about them not being responsible for who ends up here. But it's worth a try.

Maybe if she asks enough times, she'll get the answer she wants... ]

[Rey scoffs.]

Hope probably has the closest thing to actual responsibility over us. Sorrow was the only one who knew how the Door worked, but--

He's indisposed at the moment. [You know. Too busy being dead.]

Does he--control it?

[ The vagueness of "knew how the door worked" makes her unsure, causing her to question. Though the past tense in the sentence also raises some other questions. ]

What happened to him?

Don't know. Doubt it, though.

[The Door seemed like a complete separate force from whatever the gods are and what they deal with.]

Guess he was killed by Delight. Wasn't there when it happened. [Rey had enough of her own problems at the time.]

Huh.

[ Alana gives her glass a vague look, before going in for a second try. It doesn't burn as bad this time. ]

...this is all pretty fucked up, right?

Guess so. Things were pretty fucked up before coming here, though, so this isn't much different.

[In many ways, Rey would say that she's better here. She's not getting dissected by a synthetic psycho -- though the Null don't fill her with much confidence that that'll stick.]

Hah, yeah.

[ Se may not know exactly what Rey's talking about, but she sure relates.

Though, right before now, before here? Things were pretty okay for a moment. Fleeting as they are, that's what makes her the most upset.]

What's your story, if you don't mind me asking? Sounds like you got one.

Don't we all?

[Rey isn't going to pretend like she is special for having the problems she has.]

Let's just say that having a race of killer machines at my back is hardly anything new. They're different from the Null, though. A lot different.

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