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Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- atem,
- caedra nisariel,
- carey fangbattle,
- connor,
- curufin,
- edgar portsnell,
- faith seed (rachel jessop),
- george lass,
- geralt of rivia,
- jane jones (alice ayres),
- jill valentine,
- jo harvelle,
- keyleth,
- maeve millay,
- makoto niijima,
- margaery tyrell,
- michael munroe,
- nathan drake,
- nick valentine,
- oscar,
- party poison,
- peter parker,
- sharon da silva,
- sonya blade,
- staci pratt,
- tucker
Intro Log: DIY Survival
What: The intro log for July
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: July 10th-14th
Warnings: Who's that Pokémon?
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: July 10th-14th
Warnings: Who's that Pokémon?
You wake up on an alien planet. All around you are things that might be familiar- rocky ground, stone columns of a colosseum, overcast and dreary clouds above- but there's a lingering doubt in the back of your mind that you're not where you should be. Nearby, there are a dozen or so other people going through the same thing, so maybe you can stop and say hello... or, if you're more of an antisocial type, you might sneak away before anyone takes special notices of you.
Be careful of sneaking too far though, because you may run across an unfriendly Kabutops! From the Pokémon franchise, Kabutops is a prehistoric creature with scythes for hands that can cut through the water (and human flesh) like it's nothing. Its skin is rough and difficult to penetrate with basic weapons, and contrary to what anyone canon-savvy may expect, they are impossible to tame- so you might try to run while you can.
If you manage to escape from the pointy dinosaurs, you may find some hip new ways to accessorize! Strewn about the ground with the new arrivals are an assortment of bedazzlers in various states of functioning! They may only have two stars on Amazon, but Bedazzlers are a cultural landmark, easily used to bling up your lifestyle! Alongside the various equipment are, of course, various studs, gems, sequins, rhinestones, and anything else that you could possibly attach to some clothing or hand towels or curtains or underwear with a Bedazzler kit. Happy crafting!
If you've finished collecting all you need for your new home decoration, 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 July 10th-14th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
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"Not at all." She pauses, trying to think of a non-sketchy way of phrasing this. "Um, it might make you see things, though. Last person was talking about colors."
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"Because colors, I can do. That I have no desire to experience again." He hesitates before taking it, feeling like taking a burning alcoholic beverage when one might have stray gunpowder somewhere on their person is a bad idea and he cautiously tries to blow the flame out before bringing it too close.
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Hopefully. Samandrine seems to have some temporary paralysis effects on its own, but with the mixture Rey managed to concoct, it's just psychedelic colors. Caedra even said she would have enjoyed it if she was expecting it ahead of time.
Rey couldn't care less about whether or not Caedra was having a good time, but on totally unassuming patrons? That's no way to run an establishment.
"Ever heard of 'the Green Fairy'?" Rey asks. This is totally relevant.
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But that mumbled name drop is easily pushed aside in favor of other conversation not about the embarrassment one feels when imbibing that swill. The much better drink, presumably, is to his lips, but he lowers it again before he takes a sip, reaching up to push his glasses further up his nose. "Is that another kind of alcohol or a literal creature? ...I hate that I have to ask that question."
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There's a lot that she doesn't have on stock, and probably never will. If she could keep up with producing liquor from all kinds of different worlds, Rey wouldn't have time for much else. Not that she has anything better to do.
"Fortunately it's the alcohol variety," Rey replies with a scoff. She hates that that has to be asked, too. Fucking magic. "Absinthe was known for being a hallucinogenic liquor. That turned out to be a whole crock of shit, but this stuff is sort of the real thing, albeit without the anise and sugary sweetness."
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Leaving that there, he takes a decent-sized sip and he wrinkles his nose at the strength of the liquor and the burn as it goes down. "My god..." He looks at the glass in his hand, and then takes another sip. Just as expected, it does get better once the initial shock of the alcohol burn subsides.
"I should have asked this before, but what sort of hallucinations were people reporting?" Because he can handle pink elephants, but maybe not the horrific monstrous nightmares. Oh well. Too late now.
He takes another sip.
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She doesn't want to know about real fairies, nor is she anywhere near drunk enough for that conversation.
Rey pauses and waits while the guy samples the drink a couple times. It's a strong brandy with an alien flavor to it, which was the whole point of the mixture.
His question almost makes her laugh. If he's going to have a problem, it really is too late. "Guess it was just colors, but it'd be helpful to say something if you start seeing weird shit."
Maybe weird shit like a purple weasle-like thing wearing a sombrero.
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He blinks a few multicolored spots from his eyes which turn a bit paisley the harder he tries to make them vanish. There's a brief moment where he pauses in his brave sipping to take his glasses off to make sure they're not smudged.
"Spots, mostly, but I'll keep you updated." He slides his glasses back on and continues to sip. Fuck the spots and fuck whatever other weird shit he might see, this is actually good, and he needs it. "Either way, the taste certainly grows on you."
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So when he reports the spots, she just heaves a sigh of relief. Sure, it could be better. Seeing spots are a telltale sign of migraines, but so long as he's too drunk to notice that...
"Appreciate the review. Was never a big fan of sweet drinks, but people will have different tastes." Like this is a new and unusual thing that she just discovered. "Haven't really been doing this bartending thing for long, so... Still learning things."
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He pauses and then goes on, realizing that kind of observation can be taken as a bit rude. You 100% struck me as a bartender. She could be nobility for all he knows- she's not, so far as he can tell, but this place can clearly make beggars out of kings if given enough time, so what does his snobby ass know? "It's an unusual thing to have as a hobby, I mean."
People who tend bar tend to do it because they have nothing else better to make coin in Exandria. He's very far from there, but those mentalities are hard to shake.
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Luckily, she doesn't take any visible offense to his comment. She just absent-mindedly returns to some work behind the counter, inspecting bottles and cleaning messed where she sees them. If he thought of the possibility that she could be royalty out loud, though, she would have had a hearty laugh.
Oh well.
"It's a better hobby than sitting around with my thumbs up my ass." And she'd really rather not go into her involvement with the Guard from time to time. Discretion was sort of the point.
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Which is a pretty grim reminder that he's in kind of a tight spot himself. The lab is wonderful and he rather likes the people there, but... That's a way to go stir crazy or invent something awful. "I tend to make bad decisions when bored, so I should probably find something to occupy more of my time with. Any suggestions?"
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"Well, there's the Game Room upstairs. There's no shortage of shit to choose from. We used to have a library, but the Null burned it down and Hope never reconstructed it like everything else."
Which Rey always wondered about. It wasn't the same case with Delight and her bar, as no one's really stepped up to rebuild a shitty library.
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He doesn't know, because it's not here. "I would have loved to have seen it."
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"Not sure why he never bothered to rebuild it, to be honest. He had the strength to fix up the entire city after we were attacked, but... Hadn't really thought to ask." She shrugs. "For all we know, he probably thinks we don't want it."
That sounds like the gods' way of thinking. Hope already gets enough flak as it is.
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There's a slight slur to his words when he speaks again, "I spoke to a god once. Terrible experience. I don't recommend it unless you're a cleric or a paladin and used to that sort of thing."
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"Don't think you need to be either of those in order to talk to the ones here. You'd just have better luck with some over others. Personally, Sorrow is the one least likely to be vague and unhelpful."
But that's probably her bias showing. She's Team Sorrow through and through.
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Something like that should not be said with a lopsided grin, but who cares? There's alcohol and there's these lovely blue spots now. Percival de Rolo is all out of fucks to give.
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"Um, yeah. Sure. He's pretty reliable here, too. The more pragmatic one, really."
It's clear that that's not what he's talking about, but. Rey doesn't do the 'feelings' stuff with strangers very well.
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"Mm. Pragmatism is an underrated trait, but very common in gods to an unexpected degree." Honestly, he doesn't quite understand godly pragmatism. He thought the Raven Queen denying his request and hurting him in that way was the least pragmatic thing ever at the time, but perhaps not. He's still pissed about it.
"But these ones are all emotions, so that's different." A beat. He blinks and then takes his glasses off. Are those drinking spots or smudges now? "Why are they all emotions?"