Intro Log: Ugh, Talk to the Hand

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for February
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-14th
Warnings: None

Welcome to Hadriel. Your first glimpse of your new home is maybe not the most welcome - you awaken on the floor of the colosseum, surrounded by sand and walls and... trees? Yes, trees. Along with you and the other newcomers, a number of Territorial Oaks have arrived in Hadriel. They look just like normal trees, except for those welcoming smiles - oh, and they don't like you at all. They move fast, hit hard, and if you manage to bring one down it'll go out in a large, dangerous explosion. This may have you rethinking your stance on clear-cutting.

While you're trying to avoid the trees, you might come across a few of the other things the Door has deposited in the colosseum for your (its?) entertainment. Namely, a bunch of toys that no one has played with in years. But maybe one of them will tickle your fancy?

Once you've finished indulging your 90's nostalgia, 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 February 10th-14th.
► 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

Liv Moore | iZombie | ota

[amwhatieat]

[Coliseum]
[There is that little groan from Liv as her eyes open, and it does take a moment for the confusion to fade away to register that she is no longer in a morgue waiting to spoon in to her meal. No, she... Is in a forest? That makes absolutely no sense, Liv thinks, as she rises slowly, brushing the sand from her hands. A kidnapping? It is true that things have become a little dicey with the existence of zombies coming to light, even if it isn't something that is believed mainstream, yet. But, with the tan and the wig, Liv has been able to pass as human no problem, even if she doesn't like it. And, why a forest? Last time, Don E had been kept and camera'd, waiting to starve him out.

She still glances around, a small frown on her mouth, and oh, a phone? Bending, she picks it up, although it isn't hers. It's a creaking that catches her attention, that has her looking over her shoulder towards where it has come from. She doesn't see anyone, or anything, but pushing the phone in to her pocket for the moment, she turns her body in the direction.]

Hello? Is someone there?

[Although Liv is aware that depending, she may or may not get a response. Still, she does start to take several careful steps in that direction, trying to figure out where it is that she was, and how she ended up here. It's another creak that makes her pause, glancing up at the tree to her right, and is that- it almost look like it is smiling? Has she been hit on the head, suffered some sort of injury, because that doesn't- it's a grunt, stumbling forward, having been struck by something, although Liv isn't entirely certain by what. She ducks, pressing up against the trunk of a tree, catching her breath, only to find the trunk slipping away from her and-]

You... are walking?

[Yes, she is talking to a tree, perplexed, moreso when it moves threateningly towards her, and how does she even deal with that? By moving, ducking out of the way, and running. Perhaps in to you? Perhaps by you?]

[Exploring]
[Her lab coat is a little worse for the wear, smudged with dirt, and there is a hint of a scratch on her cheek. Her hair might have a twig or leaf, or two, although she has tried to get most of it out. To say that she feels like a stranger in a strange place is pretty clear. Her eyes keep glancing around, confused, because this is all... Well, being turned in to a zombie and waking up in a body bag has been a standard by which Liv can judge most things. She's not being held captive by some people who want to prove that zombies exist and that is a plus, right?

Her hands are in her pockets, and she browses the shops, looking for anything that may be familiar. Hadriel means nothing to her, and this whole place is pretty basic, at least from what Liv can tell. No cars, no tvs, heck no paved roads four to six lanes deep. It's pretty quiet, all around, which is strange. She can say that she has always liked the life that hums in Seattle, maybe moreso when she had been alive and able to actually taste the foods and drinks, but there are still many things that she does like about it.

She browses the shops, looking at some of the items, turning to the people near her.]

Everything really is free? No, surprise, you now owe ten thousand dollars in debt for a credit card that you didn't read the fine print on?

[Later she is standing off to the side, device in her hands. There is that frown that plays on her lips as she tries to make it work like the cells that she knows back home. Liv is, obviously, having no luck at trying to call the people that she knows.]

Siri? Alexa? Hello, phone? Where is the internet feature?

[Wild card]
[Liv will be out and about, exploring.]

[ooc; will match any format]

Exploring

[such_a_teez]

[Tyki is in one of the shops, scavenging a few items from this one to hoard for his own. He's got a few things in his arms, a box of sweets which is a delightful rarity lately, a couple of magazines, a hat that he can't even imagine the event it would work for, and a bottle of an unknown substance that looks entirely suspicious. And while he's fine shopping on his own, in silence, he's not about to ignore a woman who's being polite enough to him.]

You're right about that. The shops get items in occasionally, it's best to just grab what you want when you see it. Or someone else will do it for you. No worries, surprise debt is unappealing and doesn't happen here. Unfortunately, neither does going home as you please.

[amwhatieat]

How exactly do they get items? These god beings snap their fingers and voila, there is stuff on the shelves?

[Little drop parachutes? ... god minions filling the shelves? She hasn't seen anyone working, or if so, it is not obvious that they are employed here at this particular place. It's not like Liv has seen people driving around delivery trucks to bring foods. And really, it's not like she actually requires food that the normal human would eat. Something spicy or something to add to her regular diet, sure, but not as a full time meal.]

But people do leave... Just, on a whim?

[such_a_teez]

Honestly? I haven't a clue. I don't trust the gods, and no one really has an explanation for things that seems right to me. But you could assume as much, that they simply manifest it. Or drag it through the gate. And the items simply end up on the shelves.

[Oh, he'd lose it if he had those sorts of mental images. But there's not a lot of food here as is, and things are complicated on the icy planet lately. But they've managed well enough, and as far as Tyki knows no one has starved.]

Not on their own whim, I'm afraid.

[amwhatieat]

[The selection does seem fairly limited. Not like there are twenty isles with samples and different nationalities for one's consuming pleasure. Are there even take out places? She hadn't even thought to get that far in to it, but if she had to place a wager, she would go with no. No more fancy coffee or pizza or Chinese take out...]

What exactly do people do around here then?

Exporing

[toiletseat_girl]

[George is in the shops, loading a supply of canned fruits and vegetables into a large shopping bag. she barely looks up when Liv enters, used to doing her own thing mostly, and mostly notes that the other woman is pretty, wearing a lab coat, and looks a little worse for wear.

probably a newbie. which turns into definitely a newbie at the other woman's question]

Nope, it's all free. No fine print, no strings attached. Other than the fact that most of the food options suck and the clothes aren't much better.

[if Liv is paying attention, she'll notice that George is not really dressed for the weather, being in a tshirt and jeans with a pair of ratty Converse sneakers. but the chill doesn't seem to bother her one bit]

[amwhatieat]

[The food isn't much of a concern for Liv, at least the food that is offered here. Her dietary restrictions are something a lot different than what is in the cans on the shelves. Not that she doesn't wish that she could taste it all again, because she would like to.]

It just shows up? No ordering involved?

[Liv isn't dressed much better, not even having a proper coat, only the blouse and lab coat that she had had in the morgue, although it doesn't seem to bother her either.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[don't wish you could eat the food that's in the cans, somehow they managed to fuck up tomato soup. how do you fuck up tomato soup? it's a mystery]

It shows up as long as Hope is here. He's the one who provides all of the cool shit around here. Too bad he's a raging douchebag.

[fun fact about being a Reaper: left to their own devices, they'll eventually chill down to the local temperature, whatever that is. she knew a Reaper who got stuck in the morgue for an entire day because they mistook her for a dead body]

[amwhatieat]

A raging douchebag...? You've actually met him?

[Because that is something that Liv is interested in. After all, how many alien gods has she met? She can tell you that the number is zero, on both accounts. Well, at least she hasn't met any that she knows about. Considering she is a zombie, it may well be plausible that other things do exist.]

exploring

[braveoff]

[ Drake had a feeling Liv was back -- he missed her at the colosseum but he'd had that dream a few nights before, the cabins and explaining to her for the nth time how this place worked. He didn't mind it in the dream but he is sorry when it turns out to be true that she's stuck here again. He comes across her talking to her phone as if it's a far smarter device than it is. ]

The gods didn't include personal assistants on the phones... and there's no internet, sorry. Just the network.

[ Deep breath. ]

Hey, Liv.

[amwhatieat]

[One can hope, can't then...? It would make life easier, such as Googling for answers, or trying to use GPS, maybe posting on some social account, asking for help. Her attention is diverted though, blinking in surprise at the familiar voice, and pausing as yes, yes that is Drake...]

Drake.

[Shock mingling in her voice as she glances up from the device. And she is speaking before she thinks about it, although it's not like she is confessing to being stuck in the middle between him and Justin in her bed. That had been awkward.]

I had the strangest dream about you. And here you are.

[braveoff]

Sometimes that happens when you're coming through the Door. Are you okay? Do you remember...? Because I'll explain it all again but honestly it's easier if we could just... skip that this once.

[ They've got lots of other things to talk about. He will tell her one thing he neglected to before, although he did say it when she was here briefly a few months ago -- and keeping track of what she'll remember is going to get confusing -- giving her a once over and a small smile. ]

You look so different, tanned and dyed. Think you're gonna keep it up here?

[amwhatieat]

Remember... the cabin dream?

[Liv nods slowly at that. Or is it something else that Drake is talking about? Liv can recall the dream, fleeting as it is, but if she focuses, the pieces are there. It had been a sense of serenity that had been all around her, as if nothing could or would touch her. That's gone now. She's back to her normal self, whatever that really is.

It takes a moment, because she isn't usually one to do that, but she lets a little breath out.]

I honestly don't know. My face was in the paper, so I didn't want to look like me. But, it's not like that is here, right?

collosseum

[marmoron]

[Unfortunately for Liv, the person she bumps into is Keith who, until she'd bumped into him, had been looking at the creepy ass trees with a dead-eyed expression, and carrying a white and black sword in his right hand. She might've heard him muttering under his breath.]

Better than dragons.

[When she clips his elbow as she runs past, he gives her a look.]

Stay back. Dunno what it's gonna take to get these trees to back off.

[But judging from the way he's dressed in his red paladin armor, and raising his sword, it's apparently time to find out.]

[amwhatieat]

[He does look like someone who would go to a comic book or a science fiction convention, although Liv has known people to dress up like super heroes and patrol the city. That brain had been interesting, but at least there had been no whips involved. Latex? That's another matter.]

You're going to fight a tree... with a sword?

[But hey. She supposes it is as good as a hatchet, maybe? Personally, Liv would like a chainsaw in her hand.]

[marmoron]

Fought weirder.

[Debatably reassuring words to put that skepticism to rest. The tree's approaching fast though, and that's the end of that conversation.]

Run if you're worried. Exit's back there.

[Quick jab of his thumb in the direction of the exit, then Keith runs forward, bayard-sword in both hands. Altean weaponry being what it is, the blade itself can cut through steel like it's cardboard and really, the fact that this isn't your typical sword is pretty obvious when he's able to slice clean through the trunk. The Territorial Oak topples, but then....

You know that moment when you realize something was way too easy, and you realize your problems have just gotten worse? Yeah. Well. The tree sure is starting to glow red and orange like it's going to--]

Run!

[Total tonal shift here as Keith starts sprinting towards Liv and the exit.]

[amwhatieat]

[No doubt there is a story there, as Liv can say that aside from zombies, there hasn't been anything too strange. Perhaps she isn't really one to speak of it though, given that she has gotten used to it, as she is one. There are those who haven't taken it well, like Peyton, but she had come back.

It's not exactly worried, although okay, she is. She can die, but the chances of it being something that is actually going to kill her are slim. Make her go on full-on zombie mod may be a little more likely... She has taken a step back, not really wanting to leave him there, but when the tree does start to give off light...

She doesn't need a second round of encouragement, giving one glance back before she's running, a few paces behind him.]

I take it that it's not supposed to do that?

[Shouting as she follows him.]

Exploring

[canyouhandlethismany]

[He may not use dollars but it doesn't take a genuis to understand that the girl is talking about their local currency. Leon looks up at her while weighting a bag he found between the shelves, wondering if he should take it or not and what he should carry before finding himself a place to sleep in.]

Well, no one seems to work here to check what we take so I'm assuming it's free.

[And the rest is... gibberish. He doesn't know who those Siri or Alexa are but he doesn't seem interested in asking about them.]

No internet here, at least not as I know it.

[amwhatieat]

[That is one way of looking at things, although that is also a way that could get you in to trouble. Five finger discounts, and all. But, in this case, as fantastical as it seems, it actually does seem to be the case.

Liv can say that there is a certain reliance on technology that is missing in this place. She does like having information at her finger tips, or most information, anyway. Some things have been a first for Liv.

She does look towards the shelf, before turning her gaze back to him.]

It just feels strange... Like you're stealing and someone's going to pop out and call you on it.

[canyouhandlethismany]

[He looted enough abandoned buildings during his lifetime not to worry about being 'found' while taking items, if a place is truly left behind then it'd be a waste to leave things to rot, if someone else comes to claim items back... well, apologizing and admitting an honest mistake also works, right?

The man shrugs opting to take the back and shoving a few items inside, food doesn't seem to be scarce but having supplies is always a priority.

Well, we're the ones who have been stolen from their own houses in the first places.

[He's.... not really happy with the current situation, really, and it shows.]

[amwhatieat]

Brought here by The Door.

[Emphasis on the last two words, as it makes it sound like this is a door that is living and sentient. Then again, the guide hadn't really explained too much about the door, other than the fact that it had brought them here. By who, though?

Liv, at least when she is just herself, isn't really much of an eye for an eye person, although she does also have strong morals and has come across multiple dilemmas since being turning. She frowns a little, as she doesn't really need anything currently on the shelves before her.]

Have you been here long?

exploring

[carrotkeeper]

Pfft.

[The comment pulls her attention away from the pile of clothes she was looking through to see if there were any other sweaters or jeans or something she could shove into her apartment. She doesn't need a big variety-it's an emergency situation and supplies are limited, but laying around in grubby dirty clothes is the worst.

She doesn't stand up from the spot and turns her attention away from the weird bedazzled jeans in her hand to the woman behind her.]

Guess they'd owe us a lot more for the kidnapping. It'd probably even out. I wouldn't worry about debt right now.

[amwhatieat]

[The noise does have Liv lifting her head and looking towards the one making it. Her forehead furrows a little, contemplative, before asking.]

They being these gods, or they being the ones controlling the door?

[The guide had covered some things, but Liv has more questions, and she somehow suspects that the answers aren't going to be forthcoming. Everyone seems to agree that you can't leave, which is already troublesome, but is at least a point that all seem to confirm.]

[carrotkeeper]

Mmm.

[She taps a finger against the side of her face. Pointing the finger and laying the blame somewhere is shockingly difficult. All things considered, it's probably-]

More the door, I guess. Don't think these gods have control over it either. It's probably, like, its own entity, you know? Either way, it owes us big time.

[amwhatieat]

Do you think the door brought them here originally too?

[A question that pops in to her mind then and there. From what she has read, which is rather limited, but at least there had been something, it seems that this door brings everyone here. Why not them as well?]