Intro Log: A Moody Landscape

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for October
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: October 10th-12th
Warnings: New folks, pretty flowers, mood swings

A new day, a new world. Totally normal, right? Maybe not. Welcome to Hadriel!

You awaken on the sandy floor of the colosseum, a cloudy gray sky stretching above you, and around you - flowers. Hey, this isn't so bad, usually new people wake up to monsters! This time, the colosseum is filled with Echo Flowers. Echo Flowers are bioluminescent blue plants that have the ability to repeat the last sound they were exposed to, echoing it for a time before descending into static. These flowers might echo the words you said when you awoke - or they could say something more familiar, something you remember and that they should never have heard.

That's not all, either. Scattered across the ground of the colosseum can be found a variety of mood jewelry straight from the mid-90s. These will come in handy, because as soon as you arrive in Hadriel you may start experiencing extreme moods and mood swings, all thanks to the Door. With your very own yin-yang mood ring, you can learn... absolutely nothing, because it's cheap plastic jewelry that cannot actually tell your mood.

Once you've listened to the flowers and picked up a new accessory or two, feel free to look around. 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 October 10th-12th.
► 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!

Comments

dabs wildly

[pocketspa]

[As soon as he's sure Lup is safe, and here, and whole, he goes out looking. As much as he doesn't want to admit that he felt her loss, there's a nagging at him that he needs to make sure she's back. He'd burn this place to the ground if Lup wasn't here, but... it's lonelier, without Cecily around. He can't deny the panic that spiked through him when he went to ask her if she'd seen Lup and found no answer, no dial tone. So he's out and about and looking, trying to be as nonchalant as possible as he scans every corner and street for her presence.

Thankfully, there's only so far somebody can go on an island before it starts being obvious, and there's only so much beach to crawl before he hits her. And of course, it's impossible to notice that something's happened. That she went back to some hell, some strife, something he probably can't even imagine.

Obviously, he's going to be super sensitive about it as he approaches.]

Jeez, I go through all that trouble to make you fancy jewelry and you just lose it. If you didn't want it you coulda just said so.

roll for the sickness of the dab

[closerift]

As if I would ever lose the friendship bracelet you two made for me. [ There's a dry chuckle as she produces the item in question from her pocket, holding it up in the air for him to see. ] Just because some bald ass decided my arm had to go doesn't mean I chucked this into the sea.

[ She's. Not bitter or anything. ]

I'm just sorry that all of your work's gone to waste. [ The Inquisitor looks over at him, mouth flattening. She sighs. ] After all that, seems as if the only solution was to magic away my entire fucking arm.

[ What is she without it, though? Not the Inquisitor, surely. Not an archer, definitely. How can she fight How can she matter? ]

... Hope you've been having fun here for us both in the meantime. [ Cecily says, intentionally trying to keep her voice light. ]

its always a nat 20 when its a dab

[pocketspa]

[He walks over, plopping down next to her with little preamble. Sounds like whatever happened sucked more than he initially pictured. Not that he can really come up with a scenario in which getting your arm fucking cut off is good, but there are different ways it could've come about. There could have been an accident. The magic could have been too much. Or... sounds like it could've been a person. A malicious force.

Well, he doesn't appreciate that shit one bit.]

Yeah, well, sounds like you have a dude in mind to place the blame on for that, so I'll reserve my talking to for if he shows up. Point him out to me if you spy him, babe. Taking a whole arm for an issue like that is sloppy work, and I would know.

[He stretches out his legs, trying to think of how he's going to say this, and in a disarming (haha) turn of events, decides to be honest.]

Not really. Lup disappeared same day you did. She's back, but like, y'know. You two coordinated your dates like shit.

[He's doing the same thing she is, the low key brushing of how bad a mental breakdown he had into the corner because it's Over Now so he can just Never Think About It Again.]

So. Y'know. Business as usual in this fucking mess.

[closerift]

[ Cecily releases a long sigh, looking down at her one hand. ]

It was the elf I mentioned. He...orchestrated the magic within that orb for another purpose, but it was stolen, and then I got my hand on it. [ Thus: the anchor. ] He took my arm because the alternative was death. ...Though, for the record, he didn't ask first.

[ Prick. She stretches the muscles that might flex her left hand, feeling the phantom limb still there. ]

He's not exactly going to be thanked for it, if I see him: the bastard is working against our organization now to essentially destroy the world.

[ Who would survive after the Veil was torn down? Who could survive? ]

She did? [ That distracts her, and the Inquisitor glances at him with a more pronounced frown. ] ...Maker, Taako. I'm sorry. The Door, or...whatever it is controlling our movements, must really have it out for you.

[ To lose two people on the same day, not knowing if they would come back? It would be torture. ]

[pocketspa]

[He just shrugs.]

Everything has it out for me. 'Ss not a surprise. Had an entire world trying to vore me for a century, it's whatever. You two weren't the only ones.

[For once though, he really doesn't want to talk about himself. The last week and a half has sucked ass, between the two of them and Nate. He's only lucky they all came back. That he ever gets the chance to see them again.

He looks back at her, scrunching up his mouth.]

But see, that? That's just sloppy. What a fucking amateur, couldn't solve the shit I did in a couple months for fuck all. Shouldn't've been in charge of anything.

[He doesn't know who this guy is, but he's already resolving to make him pay if he ever steps foot in here.]

Actually, what's he in charge of? Like he has to be good at something, right, what's even his purpose? Or does he just like to suck and die and wants to bring the world out with him?

[closerift]

[ She doesn't even want to ask what the implications are of the world trying to vore him. ]

He's a god, more or less. [ And they know from Hadriel that gods are The Worst. ] One looking to restore the magical elven world he remembers from ages ago by getting rid of the one we've got now.

[ Despite all his plans, Solas had been responsible for so much death and destruction. She can't - won't - let that number grow. ]

He hid his identity and joined the Inquisition years ago. He was valuable because he knew more about the anchor than anyone else. [ She looks automatically at the space where her hand would have been before and sets her jaw tight. ] ...Back then, I didn't think to question why he knew so much. I s'pose no one else did, either.

[pocketspa]

[It's kind of a long story.

Taako nods along, listening and trying to visualize this guy she's describing. It's probably fruitless- bad people rarely look bad- but he's mostly imagining this guy looking pretty goddamn snappy. It's always the ones who already have it all that want the world.]

Nah, I mean, it's what's up. You really need the help and then somebody decides to be a dick about it. 'Ss not your fault.

[The last thing she needs right now is to be told she's the worst and didn't figure out her own shit.]

Also, magical elven world? Terrible. I've literally never met an elf from your world and I can promise you that's fucking terrible. Elves on the whole fucking suck.There's a reason that Lup 'n I aren't like other elves and it's because so many of them have their heads so far up their own ass they might as well be a goddamn sphere.

[closerift]

You would get along with another elf I know who isn't keen on elves. Maybe I've mentioned this before.

[ Taako, Lup, and Sera would get along swimmingly, she thinks. Cecily remembers, too, that Sera had been in Hadriel once, a long time ago, and wonders if Taako had been in the city then, too...

It gets more and more difficult to remember, like her memories from Hadriel are grains of sand that slip between her fingers. ]

He's certainly got his head up his ass. If he ever shows it, I'll make it known.

[ She won't let him wreak any of his mysterious and mystical habit upon Hadriel, that's for sure. ...Or in Thedas, but that's a problem for another day, apparently. ]

[pocketspa]

[Please let Taako, Lup, and Sera in the same place. It wouldn't end with all of Skyhold on fire, we promise, really.]

Sounds like he deserves more up his ass.

[He grins at her, like she can get in on the joke, and prods her with an elbow. C'mon, girl, lighten up just a little bit.]

You wanna do something fun now that there aren't any consequences? Like, fuck being the queen bitch in charge or whatever, you're just an asshole in the death city now, let's live a little.

[closerift]

[ Read as: "it wouldn't end up with all of the world on fire, we promise, really." ]

I'm an asshole in the death city with less of an ability now to keep myself and others safe from said death city. [ She shakes her head, looking a little haggard. ] I can't shake that off quite yet, Taako. I'm sorry.

[ This is a loss that still stings too keenly, even for her. ]

I'll take the time I need for this and then get in touch with you, and then we can go wild. All right?

[pocketspa]

[He sighs a bit, making a muted version of a :/ face- he's not disappointed in her, really. It's more that he knows he won't be able to really do anything about this. His version of blowing off steam is quite literal- he exercises his power, remembers that he has some control, that he can decide fates. But maybe it's... the issue, here. That he's the issue here, because she's had that robbed from her.

Well, he doesn't have much use here now, does he? For all his power. All his fire. Eugh. Feelings suck ass.]

Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

[He stands, keeping his hands low.]

Just like... call if you're fucked up, okay?

[closerift]

Don't worry: that never happens.

[ She heaves a breath, but nods vaguely. Yes, if she's really in trouble, she'll call. Probably. For now, time heals all...or something. ]

You'll do the same, I know.

[ Again: probably. ]

[pocketspa]

[Look, after Nate apparently being in mortal peril and not saying one fucking thing for months is making him jumpy. Especially since he knows he sure as fuck wouldn't say something in their stitch. How is he supposed to deal with people as cagey as he is? Is this how people who care about him feel because He Hates This!!!]

Oh, yeah, you know.

[Some part of him wants to touch her, give her some sort of familiar gesture, but he doesn't really know how. So he forces his posture lighter and spins on his heel to leave.]

See ya round, Cec.