hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Ugh, Talk to the Hand

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.
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[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]

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.]

Not personally. We've met. Or we've conversed. Via text. I know it's really fucking easy to misread tone in a text message, but he still managed to come across as a ginormous douchecanoe. That takes talent.

[and Liv is talking to a Grim Reaper. retired. but still keeping the fucking perks. and George has met all of the alien gods, even worked closely with Sorrow for a while. she can't decide if Sorrow or Fear are her favorites]

You can just call him up and have a chat?

[She's not entirely certain that she wants to, but that is an interesting point to know. She expects gods to be like shown in literature or on tv, which, Liv can admit, does show them as jerks. It also shows them as being not that involved, or working in mysterious ways, Liv guesses. Not at all down for a chat.]

Uh-huh. Or you can go to his temple and talk to 'im yourself. Though, I don't know why you'd want to, he more than exceeds your daily dosage of douchebag.

[the Old Testament god was an asshole. so are these gods, with the possible exceptions of Fear and Sorrow. jury's still out on those two. though, if by "mysterious ways," she means "being annoying as fuck," George would heartily agree]

You don't need to bring an offering, do you?

[Although what one would bring... She's been to church, of course, and that has a collection plate, but that just doesn't seem to fit with the mental image that Liv is getting.]

Do they all have their own temple?

Nah. Just don't be an asshole. [a pause] They really take offense at that.

[which she kind of gets. no one likes an asshole. and if you're a god, you probably have to deal with plenty of assholes]

Yeah, they do. I like the ones belonging to Fear and Sorrow the best. They're not dicks.

I think I can manage that.

[Not like she wants to make enemies here, or anywhere. She had wanted to help people as a doctor, although being a zombie had changed the course Liv had thought that her life was going to take.

She's not entirely certain that she wants to speak to these gods, but she'll take the information. One never knows if it might come in handy.]

Yeah, you seem nice enough. And calm. Most people, their first day here? They are freaking out hard. You kind of have to talk 'em off the ledge. But you're cool.

[George has yet to make an enemy here which she counts as kind of fucking amazing, unless you count the local demon. she fucked with George's adopted little brother and George does not forget and does not forgive. and, ooooh, a doctor. neat.

it will be. prying information and favors out of the stupid gods sucks, but it's often necessary]

Thanks? I may or may not have some experience with strange situations.

[Waking up in a body bag with a craving for brains? That was the start of it. It's been a roller coaster since then.

This is outside of the box of her sphere of knowledge, but running around screaming doesn't seem like it's going to help her situation at all. No, even when she had first turned, Liv had withdrawn.]

I'm Liv.

Yeah? Me too! Bet yours isn't as weird as mine.

[and she got torpedoed by a toilet seat from the space station Mir, only to be told that she'd been drafted into the ranks of the Grim Reapers.

that puts her ahead of George. when George got the news, she complained. and swore. loudly. frequently. at great length. nobody gave a fuck, but at least she'd made her opinion known]

I'm George. Hi. [she offers her hand for a shake. if Liv takes it, she'll notice that George's hand is the same temperature as the local climate]

I can't say that I've ever had to compare before.

[Aside from talking to Blaine in the very beginning about all the changes that they had gone through, such as how food had tasted. Yet he isn't someone that Liv would seek out for casual conversation now after everything that he's done.

She does take the hand, a little gingerly although not too obvious, giving a small shake.]

Despite the circumstances, it's nice to meet you.

Well, you can't drop a bomb like saying that you've dealt with strange situations before and expect people to not be curious.

[George thinks that just about everyone knows that she's a Reaper by now. she's not exactly shy about telling people.

and wow, that was a weak handshake. damn]

Yeah, you too. I'd ask you how you like it here so far, but the first day or two is always nucking futs.

It would have been nice to have been able to pack a few things.

[In her case, a change of clothes or two, and a cooler with some brains... Zombie priorities as they are. But swinging around to the original statement, Liv gives a little shrug of her shoulders. She's not exactly going to run around yelling what she is to the world, at least not right now.]

I work in a morgue.

Edited 2019-02-22 02:03 (UTC)

Like this place gives us the time. I would've packed a helluvalot more books.

[her complete works of Shakespeare, her collected Dorothy Parker, everything by the Brontes ever, "The Bell Jar," all of her Joyce Carol Oates books. so many books]

I send people to the morgue!

Intro Log: Ugh, Talk to the Hand

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