hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Fly, My Pretties!

What: The intro log for May
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: May 10th-14th
Warnings: Flying monkeys! New friends! Prosthetic limbs!

Here in Hadriel, we do introductions right. That means dumping you on the ground of an old Roman-style Colosseum with a bunch of scary monsters and also a bunch of weird shit. Your monster of the day happens to be Winged Monkeys, more commonly known as flying monkeys, from the Wizard of Oz and affiliated stories!

As you may have been able to guess, these creatures can fly and they're rather intelligent- intelligent enough to wield spears and daggers as crude weapons and strong enough to pick someone right up off the ground and fly with them to a perch, where they'll... you know, stab them with their knives and stuff.

Why? We don't know. It's Hadriel.

Just in case you lose a couple of limbs in the process of escaping these critters, we've got you covered. Scattered around the newbies are prosthetic limbs for various body parts. These limbs are all fully functional, even if they look a bit... odd, so if you've lost an arm or two, or a leg, or even a pinkie finger, feel free to grab one and try to figure out how to use it!

Good job dealing with those monkeys! It's kind of a weird thing to be threatening, but clearly someone was afraid of them once. Once you're done, 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 May 10th-14th.
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At least weird and unfashionable pretty much sums up the standard clothing on offer in the city. No one will be any the wiser about anything as a result.

"Your guess is as good as mine." It's hard enough to keep tabs on how long she's been in the city, but the three - almost four - years spent back home doesn't translate into Hadriel time either.

First things first, though, Kate casts a critical eye over that filth (and probably the scrape). "You want a shower? It's upstairs."

"We have showers now?"

He says, perking up, glancing around.

"I feel like this place isn't where I left it. Did it fall into a crevasse? Godzillad?"

It's Hadriel; shit is terrible here. He remembers that.

She nods. "Made sure they were left in when we moved."

Moved. Like that was a voluntary action. Kate huffs out a breath from her nose and pinches the bridge of her nose. It's a long, long story, if she can even remember everything of what Bruce missed. "Robots hunting the gods. Tried invading. Destroyed half this city." She gestures towards him before continuing. "Got here just after Hope fixed it." After a lot of work from the people of the city, really.

"I hear 'god' means 'alien' and now we're in a war?"

He asks; bits and pieces of clarification as he made his way through the streets, out of the hell pit of an entrance.

"And that Fear lifted the whole city up and out of the cave, too?"

Both of those statements get a sharp nod. Essentially that, yes. There is, indeed, a lot to catch up on.

"Turned out he was moving us the whole time. Trying to escape..." She trails off, the memories of those weeks of fighting coming back full force, of Delight's misguided attempts to bring an end to their running. "Ended up here after the invasion."

Back to where the gods apparently lived before this all happened.

"Hadriel. 'Mistakes have been made.'"

Says Bruce, lifting a hand to draw out the imaginary slogan on a banner.

Fine. Fine.

"How are you doing?"

The quirk of her brow is accompanied by a soft exhale of breath, a huff of amusement. Yeah. They make a lot of them, gods and residents both.

As for her? "Few years older with less to do." Between Hope's barrier and the amount of staff this place has now, the clinic is relatively quiet and excellent at running itself. "How's your memory holding up?"

...There were better ways to phrase that. So many of them. The re-adjustment phase, the return of all those blocked off memories, had been something of a headache for Kate.

"Patchy."

He admits, huffing out a breath.

"Is there still tea or coffee around?"

Seems like an occasion to sit with a drink. He always used to keep a supply in a cupboard here.

"Tea," she confirms, gesturing with her head towards the back of the building, where the office now sits. "Anyone fill you in on Delight?"

In other words, why there's no coffee, and why Kate's hair is still freakin' blonde instead of its rightful pink.

#Priorities.

But, after opening the door and gesturing to either of the seats there, Kate busies herself with finding mugs and tea and turning on the kettle.

"Kind of tastes like roses." She has no idea why. It's just...

Well.

Hadriel.

"I heard the ten second version. It's gratifing to be right."

Says Bruce, who voted against, hated those events, hated the bar, never liked her to begin with. Though he wasn't confrontational enough to be loud about saying so, he certainly admitted as much quietly to Kate.

"Do you know the full story?"

Kate liked Delight but, hey. That is well in the past now.

She pours water into both cups and hands one over, leaning against the counter, expression hardening slightly. Not a lot, but her changes in expression rarely are.

"She thought it was the best way to save us." Even the most even of tones can't quite save the fact that Kate says each word clearly and with emphasis, as though she still thinks that's bullshit. "Worked out a deal with the Null, let them on the network. Tried... protecting some of us who ended up on a kill list the Null put out." Herself included, which is enough to make her hesitate on how to word that particular offer. "Tried to kill Hope herself."

She uses an exhale of breath to cool her cup of tea slightly. "Got captured and imprisoned somewhere by the other gods."

"I heard about the kill list."

He admits, curling both hands around his own cup, leaning back against the cabinet and contemplating everything he's heard so far.

"That children were an object. But I don't know exactly why those names were picked, and why it mattered that the enemy was allowed on the internet?"

Talking this over as just the facts is a nice change of pace from all the discussions had when it was actually happening. Inhaling the scent of berries and flowers before she speaks makes it feel all the more distant, too.

"People picked either sided with the gods or questioned the Null, far as I know." She was, regrettably, locked out of that particular event. Downsides of the Null already knowing you would fight them, honestly. "As for the network... Gave them access to get people on their side."

Because there were, of course, people who decided the Null's offer was worth it.

"I thought people hadn't listened to this?"

This part hasn't been explained.

"Who turned? And do we think they've turned back? And wait, why did they wanto to kill the people on that list specifically?"

Honestly, Kate is not the best person to ask about any of this, saying as she was unfortunately locked out of the discussions regarding it and she shrugs. It's mostly a theory, really. People are shitheads, selfish and easily bought with the right words.

"Might not even be here any more." Which is also an option. That, if someone did betray them, they could be home scot free. "As for reasons - thought they were on the gods' side." Or didn't like the answers they got.

Well. At least it's good to know that this place is still as weird and complicated as ever. He breathes out a long sigh, and lets her know;

"I'm going to go find a place to lay my head while I'm here. But I'll see you soon, I'm sure."

Intro Log: Fly, My Pretties!

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when windows updates make you lose tags :|

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