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hadriel_logs2018-06-10 10:11 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-06-10 10:11 am
Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- akira kurusu,
- avisheh razi,
- caedra nisariel,
- curufin,
- elena fisher,
- eleven,
- george lass,
- hannibal lecter,
- harlan halliday,
- hella varal,
- jade curtiss,
- jane jones (alice ayres),
- jeyne westerling,
- jo harvelle,
- kat,
- kelson haldane,
- keyleth,
- laura palmer,
- lup,
- margaery tyrell,
- michael munroe,
- nathan drake,
- sansa stark,
- sonya blade
Intro Log: Snip Snip
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for June
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: June 10th-13th
Warnings: New folks, crabby crabs, bumbershoots
What: The intro log for June
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: June 10th-13th
Warnings: New folks, crabby crabs, bumbershoots
Well, here you are. You've awoken on the ground of a large colosseum, with a cloudy sky above you - oh, and it might be sprinkling a little. It sure seems to drizzle a lot here, though it might take you a few days to figure that out. After the days it'll take you to get adjust to being in another world at all, of course. Welcome to Hadriel!
Feel free to walk around the colosseum a bit to try and get your bearings, but try not to trip over any rocks. They, uh, aren't rocks. This month, the Door has pulled in Lava Crabs and Rock Crabs. These confusing little things look just like rocks when they're in their shells, and they're content to stay that way... until you get close, and they come rushing out at you with their claws out, all ready to snip snip snip. Their hard shells make it difficult to hurt them, though you could always try to knock it off their back - or flip them over and attack their tender underbelly.
That's not the only thing you might trip over, either. Scattered across the ground of the colosseum can be found a variety of super cool and fashionable umbrellas. So if that drizzling rain is starting to annoy you, grab one of those and you'll be dry as dust in no time!
Once you think things are safe, feel free to leave whatever bit of safety you've found. 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 June 10th-13th.
► 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!
vanessa ives
( the city )
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city
[Cole answers without even thinking, standing perhaps dangerously close to the edge of the cliff, always there, maybe seen but maybe not. Like a whisper.]
They take and touch and torment. They kno, I think, but they won't tell.
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[Says a voice behind her, quietly. Bruce hasn't heard her question, but he recognizes this look. He's been new here- twice now, in fact. He remembers the lost washing up in waves before.]
Are you all right? [Bruce is quiet, and apologetic, and unassuming. He gives her a small smile.] If you've just arrived- this can all be kind of a shock.
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Oh, uhm Zephrah? It's kind of out of the way, most people don't really know about it. [ she pauses to look around them for a moment. after taking in the surroundings she nods, apparently pleased with the location. ] What about you?
[ along with the invitation to talk about her home, keyleth gestures toward a small clear patch of soft clover for vanessa to sit while they harvest. ]
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The City
she overhears someone approaching and tenses, unsure if they are friend or foe.
looking out of the corner of her eye, she can see a beautiful young woman in a peculiar dress, looking confused and perhaps a bit overwhelmed. that's when it occurs to her. it's likely time for the new arrivals and this woman is one of them.
she hears the woman's whispered question and chooses to be friendly rather than ignore it. she remembers her first days in Hadriel and how discombobulated she'd been]
You're on another world, one likely far from the one you came from.
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the city
she hears someone coming and cranes her neck to look. there's a drop-dead (ha-ha) gorgeous woman wearing something that looks like a costume from a PBS show. she's seen weirder get-ups here, though.
she's okay with leaving well enough alone until she hears the woman's question. she guesses it would be rude not to answer and she's been trying to avoid rudeness lately. not that the answers will be all that reassuring]
The town's called Hadriel, the planet's called. . . fuck if I know. It might not even have a name.
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the colosseum
Crouched down behind a fallen pile of rubble and debris, her shaved head almost the same sandy brown colour as the dust and rocks she huddled behind. A hand edged forward, trying not to be spotted. All she wanted to do was stop the little rock creatures from harming the woman but they were hard to hold in place without accidentally holding the woman in place too.
When the female spoke and almost tripped on one of them, however, Eleven leant forward more so, almost fully exposing herself. The second little critter the woman's shoe clipped and Eleven knew she just had to intervene. ]
No!
[ Kneeling forward, her arm stretched outwards, palm open and fingers spread. The small beast froze in place as if some strong barrier was stopping it from moving. Its claw twitched but it was unable to break free. As it happened, the woman's legs would have been held where they were too, this was no good! With a quick flick of her head, Eleven sent the mini monsters flying to the side and away from the woman as she loosens her mental hold. ]
Be careful.
[ She spoke, in a small, soft voice almost only just audible, before trying to creep backwards back behind the rock she'd been hiding at. ]
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Clinic Mingle!
Though currently well-staffed, the nature of the city - now more than ever with the city divided among four islands - means that the organisation will never turn away a pair of helping hands, whether you're well acquainted with medicine or just want to learn. Or even if you just feel like finding them equipment from the shops. There's enough disasters in the city in any given month to warrant the extra supplies - though the change in location probably means you don't need that factor 50 sunscreen.
Whatever the case may be here, you're welcome to come talk to people. Just don't touch anything without washing your hands first.
Oh! Did you sail / teleport / swim to another island first? Don't worry, the clinic has you covered there too. Though there are no fixed bases on the other islands, staff are available to help if need be. Just specify where you are.
( open mingle for all clinic shenanigans. You know how it works, just post a top level below! Ask for help, ask to help, chat to the staff... please just note if you're not on the west island! )
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Poison is wearing threadbare clothes but many layers of them, with a heavy jacket on top holding two small feline faces. Her jaw line sports a couple of bruises, a couple of fingernails are black right down to the root, and what of her skin can be seen save for her face is littered with small cuts in various stages of healing.
As she walks, she limps ever so slightly on her right leg.
The girl hums softly as she walks in, comforted by the purring balls of warmth under her jacket but altogether wary. The first question she asks of the first person she sees is a simple, telling one.]
Is it safe in here?
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Caedra Nisariel | OTA
As soon as word comes that another batch of new arrivals has made their way through the Door, Caedra gathers up a notebook and pen, stuffs them in her bag, and heads to the Colosseum.
Finally, it's time to try and put some plans into motion. This city needs entertainment and she has dragged her feet too long on its organization. Logistics are absolutely not her strong point, but this fighting arena idea of hers won't go anywhere if she doesn't at least try. Maybe the first could be a battle royale rather than a tournament - it would cut down on work and leave her with quite the spectacle to enjoy.
No matter what form it takes, she's here to get names on paper and spread the word. Are you fighting a crab and winning? Fighting and losing? Running away? New or old? It doesn't seem to matter, as she's likely to trot right up to you and ask:
"Hi! Would you like to participate in Hadriel's first-ever fighting ring? I'm taking signups!"
South Island
Caedra had come originally in search of a boat. South Island seems to be the least-populated, and so she had reasoned that here, an unclaimed sailing vessel might be found. She has no need of one, but something about the very notion of sailing around the coast is enticing. She can see why Malthus loved his so much; why he treasured that sextant he barely knew how to use. Her grandson would have made a fine sailor, and perhaps someday he still will.
But she gets distracted easily. As the sun sets, she pauses at the beach and watches the fading light dance over the waves. Abruptly, she transforms her sword into a long black glaive and takes to a sandy spot on the beach, and with the butt end of the weapon she begins to write in the sand. The lettering is unfamiliar to anyone who cannot read Abyssal, and some of the words quickly vanish as the tide washes them away, but she doesn't seem to mind.
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Cashmere looks surprised by the question, and fixes Caedra with a Look. "A fighting ring? Why would I want to do that?"
It's not that she thinks she won't win. In fact, she's sure she'd have a good chance of winning. However, she can't imagine what the benefits would be. There's no lifetime of riches to be had, and no speciality mansions either. Just the same crap that everyone else in Hadriel already has. All guts, no glory.
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She can see why she's being approached about it, honestly. She's armed with a blade she just finished pulling out of a rock crab's underbelly, and clothed in scalemail. She's also very large and imposing in stature, which makes the studying look she gives Caedra some intimidation points, if only she was up against someone who could be intimidated so easily.
The black eyes are suspicious. They certainly don't look inviting. But the woman's demeanor is chipper, and she seems... friendly enough? If only Hadrian were here to sense her intent.
"What's the prize?" Getting right to the point. No "but how did I get here" from Hella.
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[There shouldn't be rain. It hasn't rained since winter came to Hieron.
Hella almost thinks she might be back in Ordenna. Captured for her treason, to be made an example of. But that doesn't track, either.
A rock animates and comes barreling towards her and she crushes it under her boot, stomping down and twisting. Something's wrong here. But she still has her blade and her armor, so she hasn't been captured necessarily. She notices her pack is still here, as well... with her kettle? Sure, okay.
Part of her, now, is horrified to think she might have been taken by Arrell. Transported away, to a pocket universe or bubble or whatever they're calling it this week. She sighs and kicks over a moving stone almost as an afterthought, stabbing her sword into its crablike belly.
Idly, she grabs an apparently-abandoned umbrella and opens it up, and... can't help but chuckle at the design. It's not wholly necessary now, but who's to say the drizzling won't pick up later?]
WILDCARD
[Hella can also be found exploring the west island, looking through shops, sitting broodily on the seaside cliffs, or picking through the armory. Feel free to run into her anywhere on the island, or plot with me at
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Says Bruce, as the umbrella opens up on the rood in front of him. His eyebrows lift, but he can't help but smile.
"Well, that's quite the-"
Statement, he's going to say, but then a crab is coming at him and he has to kick it off with an annoyed snort. It's always something here.
"Sorry, there won't be so many of these things outside. It's just this way."
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Jeyne Westerling | OTA
[There were no soldiers to wake Jeyne, only the steady patter of rain as it drizzled from the sky and seeped into her flowing curls. The guard that had surrounded her before were missing, as was her mother and instead of the familiar halls of Riverrun, she was in an arena, or what she assumed was one. There was the smell of the sea, but it seemed distant to her, almost more of a memory than an actual presence. She was more dazed than surprised or afraid. Her sudden appearance in a new location should be disturbing, but there was little she felt of late. The Crag or here, what difference did it really make?
There were others, stumbling up as well, many disoriented and confused. All of them seemed as out of place as she was, but far more engaged. It was only with a mental push that she forced her feet to move and her consciousness to register what was happening. As she wandered the grounds, she found a number of rocks and strange items. Some were seized by others and opened to show images. There was even one that looked like a sword, while it might not be real, she held firm to it all the same.
The ground was unsteady to her and far too often, her skirts (which she had shredded before leaving Riverrun) tangled under her feet. It was while she was navigating past some rocks that it happened again, causing her to trip against one, only to feel something swipe out at her leg. She gave a shriek, smacking at the rock with the umbrella.]
The rock has teeth!
The City
[This place had been explained to her, but it still hadn't fully settled in her head. The idea of the gods pulling others from different realms seemed like something her Septa might say, but only if she were deep in her cups. Despite being warned of the dangers, Jeyne roamed the city, trying to shake her disorientation and unease, hoping to familiarize herself with this new prison. There were no Lannisters, at least, but were monsters and cruel gods any better?
When she finally reached the water's edge, she stopped to stare across the landscape. It seemed cold and foreboding, no different than the Crag at times. While the ocean could be beautiful, it was far harsher on her father's lands.]
It looks like home.
[That was the wonder of it. This might be another realm, but it seemed that she had been brought to some version of her home.]
Closed to Margaery
[Continued from HERE]
No, there are always new forms of betrayal to be exposed to.
[Though after her family, there was little left that she could imagine shocking her. While she knew that the Tyrells sided with the Lannisters, it was hard to associate them completely in her head with what happened. There were only three names that rang firm when she thought of the Red Wedding. 'Lannister', 'Frey', 'Westerling'.]
You were not so fortunate in your goodmother. Lady Stark was patient with me, though I don't think she thought very highly of me. I was not prepared for the burdens that Stark men carry...
-You speak of Tommen? You were to marry Joffery, weren't you? That was why your family chose his forces?
[She didn't seem convinced and somehow that rankled Jeyne more. Having lost Robb in life, all she had left was memory and name. She couldn't let that be taken, not by anyone.]
Did you see Lady Brienne again? Lady Stark had sent her with the Kingslayer to King's Landing. I know men were sent after them, but I never heard what came of that.
Closed to Kelson
[Continued from HERE]
That sounds like a story. [But who was she to judge? This entire place sounded like a story. She wished her life was one rather than reality.] They look like humans but aren't humans? They have magic while humans do not?
[She wasn't certain she had that right.]
Everything has a name. Battles, keeps, swords. Why not this? It gives the bards something to sing about and serve as a moral tale for other would be rebels. It becomes less real, instead it haunts the memories of those who were there and know it's no song. When I die, it becomes nothing more than a dark name for some horrid event that happened years ago.
No, I cannot change others. I should know my family though. I should have seen what my mother truly was, but didn't.
Coliseum
Today it seems to have brought in -- a young girl, a woman grown, somewhere around Sansa's age, or the age that Arya would be now. Her style of dress looks very familiar to him, more so than that of most new arrivals, but her face is new. He can't tell if she's Westerosi, or someone like Kelson, someone who seems like they might be but is from somewhere else entirely.
She's hitting a rock with something that looks like a sword, but isn't one, and the rock seems to be interested in retaliating. It's no rock at all, but some kind of crab.
Jon strides up and gives it a hearty kick with the toe of his boot, sending it spinning and sprawling. He turns to the girl, frowning slightly, prepared to usher her out somewhere safer.
"My lady. This way."
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mind another coliseum tag?
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The City
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Speakeasy mingle.
The lounge area is stocked with various food and refreshments -- some alcoholic, some not. In addition to the jukebox, thousands of new tunes play from the sound system at the stage, as multicolored lights flash over a glowing dancefloor of many hues. While the Speakeasy is generally a calm scene, tonight it is much louder and vibrant for those with a little more energy. Otherwise, there are plenty of relaxing booths (now with some charming kitty matchboxes to use if you want to light some table lamps for scenery) to sit and chill in with your food and drink and meet new people. While you shouldn't expect a bar menu of burgers and onion rings (sad, I know), it should be enough to snack on.
You can dance, or cry while singing your favorite love song about how your wife left you and all you have is your Chevy pickup on stage during open mic until people point and laugh at your pain. Enjoy a drink, where the bar has a combination of self-serve liquors and other refreshments, as well as a bartender to make you some special cocktail with a stronger kick. There's also beer, wine, and even mead if you fancy.
For a more quiet evening, the Game Room holds a variety of recreational activities to keep you engaged. Between the casino games, a variety of board games such as checkers, chess, and Battleship, and even an arcade machine with many two player options and several games, you should have your evening cut out for you.
Isn't it nice to have an actual night cycle to burn away now?
[ooc: This is the monthly Welcome Dance Night! Consider this an open mingle thread for both old and new folks alike. Tag in, tag out, hit up your friends or rivals or meet new people. Assume that this is set around the 12th.]
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Now, she's sitting at the Speakeasy, not one to dance or sing, but definitely partial to drink. A nearly 6 foot tall, very muscular woman sits at one of the booths to herself, with a glass of the first beer she set her eyes on. She's not entirely keeping to herself, joining in on laughter when a dancer or singer get in over their heads, so it's clear she's not just looking for a quiet drink and would, in fact, not mind company.
She's got enough to dwell on as it is. She hopes to relax for now, before whatever storm is on the horizon.]
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Caedra | OTA
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Curufin | OTA
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"O mangiar questa minestra o saltar questa finestra," the Italian slipped past in a murmur as his eyes sharply took in the details of the colosseum he found himself in. It wasn't the Colosseum, with a capital-C. This place wasn't Rome. He hadn't been in Italy in three years after all and so why should he find himself there suddenly? Had Will managed an escape for them which he couldn't recall?
No, no, this wasn't Rome. That line of reasoning was a waste of time. There was no other colosseum he knew of however and his busy mind was having a difficult time making the shift from the places he'd drawn and committed to memory to this new reality he found himself in.
Hannibal was ever good at making due with the cards life had dealt him though. While he couldn't understand how, where, or why he was here the fact was that he was here, Rome or not, and he had to figure out a next move. Managing life's surprises could be interesting but Hannibal had always preferred to load the deck himself. He stepped out into the drizzling rain and picked up the first umbrella he came across, which had a ridiculous giant screen print of a cat on it.
The corners of his mouth turned down at the tastelessness of the thing before he walked as nonchalantly as he could around the outer circle of the colosseum. Hannibal came across one of the rocks and lightly sniffed the air. There was nothing familiar, not even ozone or the dirt smelled familiar, which he found perhaps the most disconcerting of all so far.
Mountain Boulder? Plum Creek? Hannibal couldn't place it off-hand and reached down to touch it. To his uncomfortable surprise the boulder lifted at an angle, and a large snapping claw came out and just about took his whole hand off. As he stumbled backward, the button on his blazer popped off which would, later, irritate him greatly. For the moment he regained his balance and stabbed ineffectively with the umbrella towards the rock crab which easily snapped the umbrella in two.
"And me without a proper weapon," he mused. "Shame, you would likely be delicious in a sauté!"
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Says Quentin, coming in behind him- he's just a little too far away to catch what the doctor says, luckily. Otherwise he'd have some questions, comments and concerns.
He's got a pole- a good bit of metal that might have been a hatstand or curtain rod, long enough to shove the snapping crab back a foot or two, to give Hannibal a little breathing room. He begins building a spell, left handed, with complex, almost convulsive movements of his left hand.
"You okay? Think you can make it to the exit?"
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Son Goku | OTA
[Goku looked around the colosseum, scratching a finger against his forehead. Being confused was nothing new, but this was more confusing than normal. All he could see were rocks and umbrellas. He picked up the closest umbrella to him and opened it up.]
Urk!
[Why did it have to be a monkey? He threw it away towards one of the rocks. The rock which was now heading towards him with claws!]
Eh?! Nyoi Bo!
[A red staff appeared in his hands. He swung low, catching the rock crab under its head and sending it flying. That was weird. Were all of the rocks weird crab things? He could only think of one way to find out. He squatted down next to a nearby rock and poked it, then jumped back when it sprang to life. Another quick swing and it was in orbit like its friend. That's two...He moved on to the next one and the next continuing this pattern.
Sorry if he sends any angry airborne crabs your direction.]
West Island
Ahhh, I'm hungry.
[Goku walked down the streets of the West island, hands behind his head and face the perfect look of dejection. He was so focused on his stomach that he wasn't looking where he was going before bumping into someone.]
Oh sorry!
[Any remaining apology was drowned out by the loud growl coming from his stomach.]
Wildcard
[Whatever you want.]
colosseum before i disappear for sleep!
There really appears to be no pattern to the door, some days its power is impossible to see, others it nearly blinds her. That said, she expects it to flare dizzyingly bright today, wears sunglasses despite the drizzle and crouches down on the floor, ignoring the rocks in favour of running her fingers along the ground. If it can be seen through the ground, maybe she can latch onto it with her power without having to open the earth.
... It's a theory. And not a massively successful one. One that does nothing more than to put her in the perfect position for the crab that comes whizzing towards her, and - because concentrating on the earth does not mean forgetting to listen to your surroundings - Kate reacts with flawless timing, throwing herself to the floor before looking for the source of the near-concussion. )
Oi, min--
( It's been a long time. Three years and more, but that kid looks startlingly familiar. )
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Ahhh! Sorry I didn't get the notification for this one! :C
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Mewtwo Y | ota
[The last thing Mewtwo remembers, was being surrounded by a warm, healing light. Pokemon who had every reason to be afraid of her, gathered around her in a cave and tending to her injuries. She remembers them faintly, drifting in and out of unconsciousness.
And now she was here. Laying on a stone floor in a place she doesn't recognize at all.]
Where... am I...?
[Her voice comes out groggily, but she doesn't speak. Her voice can be heard mentally by anyone close enough to her.
She hasn't quite noticed the rumbling of rock crabs nearby yet.]
[The City]
[Mewtwo still hasn't figured out much about what this place is and how she got her. While she hasn't gotten far in exploring, she did manage to scavenge and umbrella with a cat picture on it. She... doesn't really know what it is, or how to use it even. She fumbles around with it with her big alien-looking fingers until she finds a button...
And the umbrella pops open.
She makes a startled noise, lifts up her hand and crushes the umbrella with psychic energy.
Geez, Mewtwo. What'd that umbrella do to you?]
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[Says Quentin, when the psychic attack registers at the corner of his awareness, and the thing gets mentally trash compacted.
He can't actually immediately identify Mewtwo as human, so at first there's just some staring, trying to figure out if the weird cat-thing is hostile, and who killed that umbrella?]
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PERCIVAL DE ROLO ❂ OTA
[Things were, on some level, starting to get better.
Oh, there was certainly the threat of three more ancient dragons terrorizing Tal'Dorei, and things were awful in every sense of the word, but Ripley was dead, and he had been brought back to life, which was a mixed blessing all on its own.
All right, if he's being honest with himself, things were the same amount of shit as they always were, but at least that shit could be dealt with. This is... Something else entirely, and being drizzled on is the least frustrating aspect of this new situation.
Oh no, the most frustrating aspect was the fact that when he woke up, rain soaking his face and streaking his glasses, he very nearly lost a finger to a bloody rock, several of which are now scuttling towards him, as he steps back, holding Retort steady in his hand and firing off shots, which ping uselessly off their shells, though at least one hits an angle that knocks it back, allowing him to obliterate it by hitting the soft underbelly. That's one. There's three more and he has to reload, so he hops up on a half destroyed pillar and begins working on reloading the damn gun, while the rock crabs scuttle around.
It's kind of hilarious, honestly.]
"Good morning, Percival. And how did you sleep last night?" [He's muttering to himself sardonically as he reloads.] Quite lovely, except for the part where I had a dream I was being attacked by crabs- no Scanlan, it's not a metaphor.
❂ A DICK ON HIS PHONE
[It took Percy a long time to get the hang of the phone, though most of that was spent being overly fascinated by the device and trying to get a feel for it- there's not even a precedence for this kind of technology in Exandria, and, quite frankly, he's a little jealous he never had the materials to build such a thing, himself. What does it even run on?
Fortunately, he's well aware that it's a necessity here and that keeps him from trying to tinker it apart here and now as he sits in the park trying to collect himself, scanning through the information provided to absorb what's happened.
He does not feel comforted or reassured by any of this, nor does he believe for a second that he should be. By the end of it, he's laughing in a kind of half-cracked manner.]
Gods. Of course it's gods. What else would it be?
[He only said he'd had his fill of dealing with gods recently, so why not call his bluff?]
❂ WILDCARD
[if none of these prompts suit your fancy, you can find Percy exploring the city, asking questions of the residents, and trying to get a feel for the lay of the land... And perhaps seeing if any of his friends have arrived here as well. He can't be the only one, right?]
phone!
this guy looks like he's from way further in the past than 2004, though.
he also looks (and sounds) like he's having some kind of fit of a breakdown. so she decides to take pity on the guy and be nice]
They're not gods. They just have weird superpowers or magic. Or both.
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a dick (what, that's a great header)
it's my dick with a phone (my dick with a phone, giiirl)
I'm captivated by both the mental image and the music in my head
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Poison | OTA
ii. the shore -- west island
iii. wildcard
coliseum
Okay, no, Caedra noticed the rest of that, saw the girl kick a crab, saw that she looks a bit like she escaped from the slave pits or somewhere similar. But the cats, particularly the little black one, put her in mind of her dear Hathya, who hopefully is maintaining a watchful eye over her garden in her absence. Hopefully with no machinations of taking it back for herself, also, but the jarilith never seemed quite as ambitious as that.
For the moment, she puts her notebook back in her bag and approaches, pitch black eyes focused on the little cat at the girl's feet, with a hopeful smile on her face. She glances at its owner and - oh right. Newbies always ask the oddest things.]
Train? [Like a dress train...?] You must have left it when you were brought here. You're somewhere entirely else, now. Have you found your phone?
[And is she from a world that has them, or will she have to learn, as Caedra did?]
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i. (fo'real this time!!)
yeeeeee
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Kat | ota south island folks
[ You may, in your wandering, see a small young woman jogging along the coast of the south island. You can join her, or stop her for a chat. She looks calm enough that you can tell she's not being chased, so you may ask yourself why she's running of her own choice.
Or maybe you wanna test her reflexes and decide to lob something or yourself at her, it's all good. Or maybe you're spacing out and she sees you, at which point she'll say... ]
Sup on the sand there, dude?
SILENT HILL ZONE ISH
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You're wandering around towards the middle of the island and Kat just comes up to you like ]
Don't go in there. That whole general area? It's bad news. Or so I heard.
[ ...but maybe you can tell she's curious as hell about it. YOLO is kiiiind of a way of life for her, after all. ]
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The sound of the *plap* *plap* of quick footsteps in the sand gets him to turn his attention away from the water.]
Please tell me you had something for breakfast
[He calls out just loud enough for her to hear, but makes no move to stand up. He's still warming up again. That water is cold after all]
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Eleven | Ota Will match format!
Eleven came to the Colosseum now and then, with hopes that when the newcomers arrived, maybe someone from home would come too. That and she secretly hoped that if she was there when the door opened and dropped people off, maybe, just maybe she would be able to slip through it before it closed and vanish back to where she came from.
So far, she hadn't recognized anyone, there didn't even seem to be many children brought in this time either, which was kind of a blessing really, no one would wish this on someone else, and as much as Eleven didn't want to be alone, she didn't believe anyone should have to suffer this place.
After a while, Eleven turned her attention to the people scattered about and fighting the strange rock-like creatures. "This way!" She yelled, holding an arm out in a gesture towards an exit. As she did this, Eleven also sent out a massive shockwave of mental energy, focusing as hard as she could, so that only the monsters were frozen in place. She wasn't an expert at her powers just yet, so it was possible you might even get caught in the blast by accident.
➠ City - Mouth of the Ocean
After the newcomers had escaped the Colosseum and managed to find themselves wandering towards the City, Eleven would wait at the edge of the water. There were Four parts to the City now and this part was the West Island. With a little concentration, Eleven was able to part some of the water but it didn't last long and she wasn't about to risk anyone lives trying it.
She pushed a large, flat rock into the waters, testing its balance with her foot before waving a hand and beckoning for you to join. "C'mon." It was in no means a great idea but it was a start. Most people didn't like to stay close to where they arrived, she noticed this when the earth first shifted and split into Islands. So, the offer was there if anyone was brave enough to take it.
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she's lucky. the Clinic, the Lab, and her house are all on this island. the only fly in her ointment is that the Speakeasy is on another island, but she'll find ways to amuse herself without it.
one of those ways is going for walks. she wanders with no real purpose in mind, just seeing what there is to see. so far it's much the same. rocks, scrub brush, no real plant life, just more rocks. she wonders if the other islands are the same and figures that they probably are.
so when she sees Eleven at the edge of the water, George decides to join her. she seems to be doing something with a rock]
C'mon . . . on the rock?
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Irritation descended next to the ascending bewilderment as she focused her eyes around her. She couldn’t make rhyme or reason of how she’d come to this particular place. She couldn’t connect to last night, where she’d fallen asleep, to now where she’d woken. She swallowed and reached for her hip before she huffed out a quick breath. Her fingers tightened and soon she pushed herself up from the ground. She returned her hand to her hip and squeezed again, she then began to focus on her other sensations to ground herself. She felt her feet on the ground, stretched her toes in her boots, rolled her shoulders and neck, tasted her mouth with her tongue, and felt the weight of her belongings attached to her body.
Ah.. Her first clue, she had everything she traveled with, meaning she hadn’t been dumped here while asleep. If she had been, then a few things would be missing from her as she didn’t always sleep fully geared up.
So, she came here awake yet woke up here. What a mystery––or so she thought dryly.
After a few steps toward a direction (only picked by random) she began to find evidence she wasn’t the only one here. Foot prints remained of others, even handprints. A few more steps and she noticed a few of those shelled-rock-creatures began to vibrate. She figured it was best to avoid getting too close to them.
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Making sure the new arrivals have help.
The bow in her hand isn't Mog, but it works. It fires arrows and that's all she can really ask for here. The magic that's thrummed through her veins since leaving the crystal stasis does plenty of work anyway. But the monsters in the Colosseum look more like rocks, and it takes time for them to be disturbed. She avoids fighting by not getting too close, casting her eyes around for anyone who looks particularly disoriented or alone.
And then? Then there's a flash of pink. A blush tone that's so much like her own that for a minute, Serah's sure her heart has stopped. Surer still when she takes in the rest of the figure - her height, her clothes...
"Lightning!"
Her voice cracks halfway through, but the cry echoes through the Colosseum as she runs over, heedless of the monsters in their rock-like slumber.
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julie grigio. - post canon-update | OTA
He closes his eyes. Julie barely hears the word his lips form.
'No.'
The creature holding onto him grins a horrifying, skeletal grin at her, and sinks its teeth into her fathers throat.
She remembers that she screamed. She remembers it because her throat is still raw from the sound, but she doesn't recall the sound itself. Julie had walked out of the coliseum like one of the Dead being pulled along on a tempting tendril scent of Life, and her steps had taken her across the island, past the shops, the spires, past Hope's temple (and what a joke that is) until she passes under the watchtower on the western edge and finds herself facing the sea again.
Julie's soaked, but she hasn't noticed. Everything feels raw and numb all at once. She watches the waves roll in and slide out with eyes turned golden by the Cure, red-rimmed with the tears she hasn't shed yet and won't, not for some time.
She sits, stiffly, on top of a rock on the shoreline and stays there until long after night falls.]
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Oh! Julie!!
[He tries to call out to her, waving a hand excitedly before he begins loping in her direction as best he can for an old man wearing dress shoes in the sand]
Julie! What are you doing all the way out here?
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Re: julie grigio. - post canon-update | OTA
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Jade Curtiss | OTA
Jade was a man who thought on his feet, so being somewhere he didn't recognize didn't really shake him up too much. He just dusted off his uniform and began to explore the colosseum area. It was during that time that he realized that the rocks were not rocks.
...Which was fine with him, because although they were rather large crabs...it wasn't anything a spear or an Energy Blast couldn't solve. That being said, he was a soldier. Not everyone else was. So if he happened upon some unfortunate individual trying to decide how to deal with a living rock with pincers, he'll do the right thing.
"My, how embarrassing. Would you like a hand there?"
The "right" thing...being subjective.
B. Taking A Walk
[Getting out of that colosseum couldn't have come a moment too soon; Jade was pretty much done with cataloging how to defeat the darned things. The ways in which you can slay a crab are not too numerous, nor did they need to be.
Currently, he's using a very unsettling umbrella to keep himself dry during a mild and hopefully short-lived sprinkling of rain. Other than that, he's rather quiet and observes the architecture which, well. Being a man who lives in a fortress city of giant aqueducts, he's not as put off as he should be.
As he walks, he toys with a small device he'd found in his pocket, using one gloved hand to navigate with the main buttons. Fontech was not his area of expertise, and this didn't seem to be like anything he'd ever worked with or observed in use before. After a little while, he pauses at a crosswalk and hey! There's someone he can quiz on this fresh tech he's never used before.]
Excuse me, would you mind answering some questions for me about this?
[He holds up the phone he'd found, not even realizing what it's called at this point.]
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And - as has well been established by now - the gods are immune to being punched. Which is just rude, really.
But we digress. The path from the Colosseum to the clinic is one most easily traversed without hopping on rooftops, so that's what Kate does. Sticks to the ground and strides with all the purpose of someone who has somewhere to be. Or someone who wants to be out of the rain because they didn't pick up an umbrella and their hair has turned from "casually messy bun" to "wet sponge" in the few minutes it takes to make her way through the winding roads.
Still. She's not quite so rude as to ignore someone asking questions. She's been here too long to not understand the value of getting people up to speed on things. )
What kind?
( It's asked without stopping, Kate gesturing towards the nearby building - the one with a rather rushed, plain sign stating "CLINIC" on the side - as she speaks. She'll help, but first she wants to be indoors. )
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b - that umbrella is creepy and I want it
perfect umbrella for jade tbh. also sorry for the delay!
no worries, we've all been there!
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