Event Log: The Stampede

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for Stampede event
Where: All over the city
When: December 26th-December 28th
Warnings: None

There's a rumbling sound in the air early in the afternoon on December 26th. Whether you're new in town or you've seen it all, something like this hasn't happened before. Is it an earthquake? It feels kind of like a small one, and that might be endurable if not for the sudden snarling and gnashing of teeth!

As it turns out, these yet-unnamed apex predators are overrunning the city, ignoring their previous apprehension to barrel right through anything- or anyone- that stands in their way. Seemingly spooked by something, they are aggressive and violent and won't hesitate to tear anyone they meet to pieces... after trampling them underfoot, of course. They're so large and muscular that they may even take a few portions of buildings with them- how would you like to see one of these monsters crashing through your living room?

At least it's only these weird mammoths, though... right?

► This log covers December 26th-December 28th.
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you get squished, please let us know here.

Comments

[closerift]

Maybe they just throw their bloodied clothes away and get new ones. Who knows, with these people.

[ That's the beauty of Hadriel: the great variability in its population. ]

[outofthefire]

I guess they have to? Lucky for me no one else is interested in sweater sets or plaid wool anything.

[eighties clothes. no one else is interested in eighties clothes]

[closerift]

You might go to the sewing shop, see if they can whip you up something new?

[ Even sweater sets and plaid wool? ]

[outofthefire]

Too much of a hassle. I've heard she makes you make a deal with Tranquility to get extra fabric before she'll make you something.

[closerift]

Ah. Well, if that's how she gets the materials, I suppose someone has to put in the legwork...

[ Cecily's made her own deals with the gods before (though, admittedly, never for fabric). ]

[outofthefire]

Uh-huh. And I'm actually pretty lucky, I can usually find something to wear at the shops. [she laughs] Probably because it's so out of fashion, no one else wants it.

[closerift]

I'm surprised absolutely everything there hasn't been picked clean. ...And I'll remind you, Laura, that not everyone has the same sense of style.

[ Says the Inquisitor of Ye Olde Fantasy Land. ]

[outofthefire]

Most everything has. I found a tshirt with four arm holes the other day. Can you think of anyone here who might have a need for four arm holes? [and she tosses her hair with a smile] Nope, not everyone. Just the really stylin' people.

[it's actually not a bad outfit?]

[closerift]

No, but that doesn't mean there won't be a four-armed person here someday. [ She's only got the one now, after all!! ]

Well, maybe more of your clothes will come through the Door with the newcomers. Just once, it'd be nice to get something from it that is both useful and not trying to kill us.

[outofthefire]

[she laughs cheerfully] All right, all right, point taken. After all, how many impossible things have I seen here?

I hope so. [a pause] I think I'm ready. To start helping when the new people come. [and she gives her a naughty smile] Something that's both useful and not trying to kill us? Never.

[closerift]

At least a thousand, I'm sure.

[ Or more? How long has Laura been here? ]

Well, do promise you'll be careful if you do that. The thing about helping the newcomers is that the Door provides a new and terrible threat each month, and it's likely not anything you've come across before.

[outofthefire]

That sounds like a nice, round number. Let's go with that.

[nearly a year and a half]

I'll be careful. And I'm smart enough to know when I'm outmatched. So I'd either get help or get out. It'll be cool.

[closerift]

Good to know. [ She sighs, long and thorough, glancing again to the corpse of the beast they'd taken down. ] And you know that you can always call if you need a bit of help.

[ For now, though... ]

Shall we head back?

[outofthefire]

[she glances at it, too, wondering if anyone would be willing to butcher it and if it's tasty. having a source of fresh meat would be nice] Of course I do. [she gives a little nudge]

Sounds good. It's cold.