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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2018-05-27 12:21 pm

Event Log: The Beach Episode

Who: Everyone!
What: The event log for the transition to our new planet!
Where: The city, which has now been fragmented onto four separate islands.
When: May 27th-June 10th
Warnings: Surf's up! If by 'surf', you mean separation from your friends, weird sea creatures, and cold rainfall.


The sun and the sand and a drink in your hand- well, it all sounded pretty nice when you voted for the island planet, but ultimately what you're getting is a bit less glamorous.

The transition takes place instantaneously, with very little noteworthy shakeup, though those of you who are particularly in-tune with the supernatural may feel a bit dizzied or nauseated by the sudden movement. And that's exactly what it is: for those of you who are outside, the change is fairly noticeable, as in the span of a single blink, what used to be miles of desert is now rocky ocean. The city is simply in one place one moment, and then somewhere entirely new a second later.

And that somewhere new is exciting! The islands have plenty of landscape to explore and weather conditions to adjust to, fish to catch, and- wait, how do you get to the other islands? What if your friends or your home or the bar is on these other islands? Enjoy having to figure out who is where and how you're going to get by with only a small fraction of the city to work off of- hopefully those boats will come sooner rather than later...

► This log covers May 27th-June 10th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
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► If you drown or get eaten by an alien shark, let us know here.
laststartofall: (41)

oops i mean 2nd prompt tho

[personal profile] laststartofall 2018-05-28 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Jet is at the beach because he's never been to a beach, much less seen a body of water as huge as the one currently in front of him. The crashing of the waves and the whistling breeze coming off the water is a unique an experience as they come for someone who lived their entire life in a desert, and once he'd managed to keep Party from having a 24/7 tantrum over their current situation he'd started to head out this way fairly frequently.

He sees Delmar easily enough but doesn't rush to catch him, rather closing the distance between them naturally and falling into soft step beside him.

"Hey."
Edited 2018-05-28 17:13 (UTC)
imhisaunt: (pic#11484526)

[personal profile] imhisaunt 2018-06-03 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Delmar had been walking in slow even strides, nose in a book as he walked and read. His head turns quickly in surprise when he's spoken to, but only because he had been lost in thought. When he gets his bearings, the who, what, when and where of the moment, he smiles softly but tiredly, moving to tuck the book under his arm.

"Oh. Hello there, Jet. Are you alright?"
laststartofall: (39)

[personal profile] laststartofall 2018-06-03 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
The wind is playing all too boisterously with Jet's mop of curly hair, but he doesn't seem to mind at all as it whips here and there and occasionally across his face. He does brush it back, though, to address Delmar when he's spoken to.

"Mm." A nod, the softness of the response almost swept away completely by the sea breeze but followed up with a gentle nod. "'M good. Like this. Never been to the sea."
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[personal profile] imhisaunt 2018-06-03 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really??" Delmar's surprise borders on horrified and instinctively he reaches out to clutch Jet's arm with his free hand.

"Then you must walk with me!"

This is very important to Delmar.
laststartofall: (67)

[personal profile] laststartofall 2018-06-03 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
He's surprised by the contact, though it shows only mildly in his expression and not at all in his posture. Delmar has long since been assigned 'not a threat' and no alarm bells ring against the light clutch on his arm.

Jet smiles, and briefly clasps his hand over Delmar's.

"Sure. Both going the same way anyway, right?"

Why not go that way together?
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[personal profile] imhisaunt 2018-06-03 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Delmar nods in perhaps a bit too dramatic a fashion, not relinquishing his grip on Jet's arm as he has now made it his mission to make sure Jet has a nice beach walk.

"Yes. And you can look at the horizon. That is very important." He gestures with his book-holding hand towards the open ocean. "You see people can get some of their best thoughts when they look at the ocean....and sometimes if you look out there long enough things seem...well...better. It seems like you can get through the day."
laststartofall: (53)

wow i totally lost this tag

[personal profile] laststartofall 2018-06-23 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
It was already pretty damn pleasant but he doesn't object to the company, either. Delmar is about as unintimidating as they come, and it's kind of difficult to not want to be around someone who taught you how to make chocolate cake.

"Talking from somewhere deep, hm?" he says, a little softly, catching a meaning to the words that perhaps Delmar did not intend, and yet...

Jet does understand needing something to just get you through the day.
imhisaunt: (pic#11471589)

[personal profile] imhisaunt 2018-07-02 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Delmar looks down at his feet shyly when he realizes belatedly the implications of what he'd said. "I'm sorry. S-sometimes I talk too much....I just....say things...."

James used to get upset with him for that. Saying stupid things.

"Why don't you tell me something about yourself, Jet?"

Smoothest transition ever.
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[personal profile] laststartofall 2018-07-02 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Delmar might falter away from what he was saying but Jet doesn't forget it. It's noted, but set to one side since the man seems to be uncomfortable with taking it any further than that. Perhaps later.

"About me?" Said with the air of someone either unused to talking about himself, or so used to those around him knowing so much that they don't need to ask. "Mm. I'm twenty-five, been called Jet Star since I was sixteen." He pauses, then smiles. "Sometimes I just say things, too. Don't think that the things you say don't matter. It's from you, it's from what makes you, and that's important."