hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Ugh, Talk to the Hand

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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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[she wouldn't know about heaven or hell or anything like that. Reapers escort souls to the brink of the afterlife, after which they go in on their own. it's all personalized, too. a little girl had an amusement park, an elderly man saw the White Cliffs of Dover.

Reapers can't move on to what's next unless they collect a quota of souls. no one knows how many there are, but her fellow Reapers were from the 1920s and she's from 2003. she didn't have a lot of hope that she'd be able to move on anytime soon.

George has always been fairly honest. and a little blunt. maybe a lot blunt. but this place has helped her be better at people, at relating to others and understanding their feelings. weird that it all happened in a place where one's emotions are fucked with on a regular basis, but it's true. she's probably a better person here than she was back home.

she'd recommend trust. he'll eventually have to swing back around to it, anyway, so it's better to just go with it]

Ehh, I just look little and helpless. [and she does. she's only 5'3" and skinny as a rail. but she's fiercely protective of the people she likes and so far, he seems to be moving into that category]

Well, for one thing, I don't technically have to eat. Or sleep. I do it 'cause I want to, not because I have to. And another is that I'm never going to get any older. I'm technically twenty, but I'm always going to look eighteen. So that's kind of nice. [and it's okay. she knows that this place is a lot to cope with]

[ assuring him she's harmless on the one hand, and claiming her appearance are deceiving on the other seem to put a notch in the crazy column and honestly, being crazy in a place like this seems like the sanest reaction possible. he has no idea what to make of this girl; his senses are all jumbled, confused from the shocks that keep hitting his system.

but there's something endearing in her candor, and he hasn't grown up disbelieving people. some honest work is horrible, it doesn't make it any less honest. and he's dished out his share of death of late. ]

That's convenient. [ his stomach growls again and he grimaces, embarrassed. ] Excuse me. [ he sure would love to not have to eat, that would have made the war much more bearable. ]

[only dangerous against enemies. which she doesn't really have here. but for the most part, what you see is what you get. a shorter than average girl who's on the skinny side. kinda average in appearance, but that ticks up to "pretty" when she smiles.

and she's very honest. and very blunt. she tries to soften her words, but more often than not she goes for the direct approach. it saves time?]

Not gonna lie, it's pretty sweet. [and that was one helluva tummy rumble] Sure, yeah. [a pause] Wanna come to my place? We have soup. And sandwiches.

[ the offer for food is repeated, and bucky hesitates - but what does he really have to lose? if she's really death and she wants to kill him, she can just kill him. if he's going to his grave, he may as well fill his stomach first. and if she's just crazy, well, he's pretty certain that tired and hungry or not, he can take her. so he nods, accepting it again. ]

Thank you. [ his mind now made up, he resumes his walking ] So how does one go about becoming - a grim reaper? [ if it's a job - how do you apply? how do you qualify? why do you do it? ]

[no, no, no, she's not going to kill him. she's not going to kill anything. she's on permanent vacation here as Hope brings all the dead back to life and she is loving it. and this guy really looks like having a meal might help him out a little. some bit of normalcy in the midst of all the bullshit this place likes to throw at people]

Sure, no problem. It's this way. [and she begins leading the way to her place. and she grimaces slightly at the question] All Reapers have a quota of souls to take. No one knows what it is, but once you've filled it, the unlucky sap you Reaped last gets the job. And by "gets the job," I mean "drafted with no choice in the matter." Kinda sucks, to be honest.

[ he might be a little slow from captivity, shock, exhaustion, hunger...but it sure did sound like this dame just told him that she's in fact deceased.

he looks at her again, but she looks perfectly normal to his eyes. crazy or trickery? it's not polite to interrogate a lady, especially when she's clearly uncomfortable with the topic - and who wouldn't be - but nothing about these circumstances is polite. ]

'Reaped'? You mean - ? [ there's no need to spell it out to get the point across. he has so many questions - what happened to the reaper when they reap their last soul? why is he considering this so seriously? ]

[that is indeed what she just said. she's dead. technically, she's undead, but not in a creepy zommbie way. she's just . . . not entirely human anymore.

and she does look normal. she's relaxed in his presence, arms swinging idly at her sides, face relaxed on the more friendly side than her usual neutral. for all intents and purposes, she looks like a normal, everyday eighteen year old girl. ehhh, and she's used to people asking questions about what she is. if she got offended at that, she'd spend the majority of new people day offended.

usually, she explains things first]

Yeah. [she idly kicks at a stone on the road] I'm dead. Sort of. A Reaper is like a human, but . . . not. Remember those perks I mentioned? [after the Reaper gets the last soul, then and only then do they get to move on to the afterlife. she doesn't know how many souls are needed, but Rube and Betty were from the 1920s and George is from 2003, so. she's guessing it's a lot]

[ he can't imagine having a problem hitting your quota in the war, though that seems like a worse job than fighting in it.

still, there's something downright eerie in a perfectly healthy looking girl straight up telling him that she's dead; chills run down his spine, and a weight of anxiety builds in his chest that he can't quite explain. ]

Yeah. [ he nods, it's a wild conversation in a crazy day, and his head is spinning, but he doubts he'll forget it anytime soon. ] What happened, if you don't mind me asking?

[there were specialized Reapers for that kind of thing. and from what she heard, the turnover rate was far higher. George was assigned to accidents, murders, and suicides.

and she'd feel pretty guilty about that. this guy seems like he's had enough trauma, she's not enough of a jerk to want to add more to it. not anymore, at least. she's left that bullshit behind.

there are worse things to be than unforgettable. but at the question about how she died, she winces] I. . . dunno how to explain it exactly. But in my year, 2003, there was this thing called a space station where people who traveled in space could say. The space station got old and they were gonna build a new one, so they let the old one burn up in the atmosphere. It. Mostly worked. [and this part is mumbled] Except for a toiletseat which kind of fell out of space and landed on me.

[ whatever he was expecting - that wasn't it, and it's starting to seem to bucky that that should be his expectation; expect the unexpected, because apparently expectations and reason are all meaningless now.

2003. that hits him hard, first thing. just a casual mention of a future so distant - he would be - 88 years old. right now, getting to 29 seems impossible.

then she keeps talking and despite his best manners, surprise, exhaustion and his expectations being thwarted yet again have a chuckle escaping him before he can stop it. ]

Sorry - wasn't expecting that. [ the story had started thrilling - space travel? that's fascinating. and ended in the absurd mundane - death by toilet seat. there's something extra tragic in a death devoid of dignity. ]

[that's a good way of approaching this place. every time you start getting a sense of normalcy, something comes along to knock you on your ass.

and she's actually from what's considered the past for most people here. the technology that a lot of people here took for granted, like the smartphones, were unheard of in her time. she hadn't even had a cell phone back home.

that's cool, she's used to that being the reaction to her death. she didn't exactly go out in a blaze of glory, but she sure went out in a blaze. they could've buried what was left of her in a shoe box. no wonder why her family opted for cremation, then burying the urn]

Nah, don't worry about it. It's a stupid way to go, but I've had a couple of years to get used to it. [in her opinion, the worst part was she died on her lunch break from a crappy temp job she hated. that's adding insult to terminal injury]

Sounds fast.

[ which is honestly something he'd prefer to his own circumstances. he does hope that it was just that - fast, too fast for pain to register. surprise might have forced the reflexive reaction out of him, but it doesn't mean he's forgotten for one second that the end result was this girl's death - and apparently her imprisonment in an endless nightmare. there's nothing funny about that. ]

The only stupid part of that story is the decision making. [ and god does he hope her family took whoever was in charge of that to the cleaner's because that is horrendous neglect. ]

Does your family know? [ that she's - well not alive, but not strictly dead, either. he can't imagine how his family would have reacted. he would have probably gone to steve, first, so they could work out a strategy together. steve would have believed him. ]

It was. And since they popped my soul out before it happened, it didn't hurt. So. Yay?

[no, there's not much funny about that at all. she has no idea how her parents explained her death to her grandmothers or her little sister, but she's figuring it didn't go over well. especially with her little sister]

Yeah, the whole thing was supposed to land in the Pacific Ocean, but those smart guys at NASA couldn't figure out everything. [she's not sure if her parents could sue? it was a Russian space station, after all]

That I'm still around. Nope. [she pops the p at the end of the word. According to Rube, my boss, letting them know was strictly forbidden. 'Course that didn't keep me from trying to clue them in or visit them anyway. Which, uh. Didn't go over very well.

God.

[ that sounds worse than hell, to bucky. he doesn't know if his family has been notified of his capture and he presumes - presumed death - yet, but he knows they shortly will if they haven't already. this girl reminds him of his own sisters, who he hasn't seen in so long, and he has to battle the desire to wrap a protective arm around her.

it's crazy, only moments ago he was still considering whether she's dangerous or just insane, and now he just wants to give her comfort and protection. maybe he's the crazy one. he's pretty okay with that. ]

I'm sorry. Can't imagine that.

[ to be so close and yet so far? he would lose it. his voice is full of sincerity, as are his eyes. with how much he misses his own family, he relates to that pain extremely well. ]

[she'd blush and stammer and turn into the completely inexperienced eighteen year old girl she is if he did. she's not used to people comforting her, especially not physically. she's used to having to make her own way in the world. granted, coming here has helped with that a little, but she's still awkward in the face of kindness.

everyone's a little bit crazy here, but it's not always in a bad way]

It--well, it sucked. Especially since from what I did see? My family was falling apart. Especially my kid sister.

[and hers are full of regret. regret that she wasn't closer to her family when she was alive, regret that her death seemed to be causing them to crack into a million pieces, but also a smidgen of hope. hope that with her out of the picture entirely, they'll be able to either heal or fall apart in peace]

[ bucky's never been stingy with his affection, physical or otherwise, but she's a girl he's only just met and there are some social protocols. still, at the mention of a kid sister - he can't really hold it. he gives her shoulder a comforting squeeze. ]

How old is she?

[ as a big brother himself, that one hits him right in the heart. ]

[she lets her shoulder be squeezed and looks up at him with a slight blush. things Georgia Louise Lass is not used to: handsome guys touching her in any way, shape, or form]

She's ten. She's not . . . coping well.

[and maybe she would have been doing better, had George been a better sister to her in the first place]

[ for once, there's no response from him at that blush. big brother mode is activated and secured, and comforting her is the main instinct guiding his actions. ]

Kids are tough. Give her time.

[ he prays that time will help; both her sister, and his own, to cope with their losses. ]

What's her name?

[she tends to get that reaction. she's destined to be either one of the guys or a sister. it's cool]

Real tough. She was [she rakes a hand through her hair] skipping school. Collecting dead animals. [a pause] Stealing toiletseats and hanging them from a tree.

[her little sister was never exactly normal, but all of that was weird, even for her]

Reggie. Short for Regina. My family's kind of into using these really girly names, then giving out boy nicknames.

[ okay, collecting dead animals is pretty concerning, but the rest of it he can get. still, she's young, and he hopes that she's able to work through it and live a stable life. ]

Grief can be a real bully.

[ he remembers all too well what he went through with steve, when his friend lost his ma. it's always ugly, it's always messy, but you can pull through. he has to believe that's what their families will do because otherwise he would fall apart. ]

Not the worst naming theme out there. [ he gives her shoulder another little squeeze and offers her a little smile ] My dad's name is George, it's a good one.

[personally, George felt that the toiletseat tree was the height of weird but, yeah, collecting dead animals isn't exactly normal]

It sure can be.

[their families are likely made of tougher stuff than the Lass family. truth be told, they were already dysfunctional and her parents had badly veiled contempt for one another even before she died. it likely would've all ended badly even if George had lived, but her death was an accelerator]

I guess not. [she smiles back shyly] Really? Well, uh. Thank you?

[ honestly, he can sort of get that - hang the thing that took her sister, kid logic and all. ]

You're welcome.

[ he gives her another fortifying smile and retracts his arm. ]

How far's your place?

[okay, looking at it from that perspective, it does make kind of a warped sense.

she smiles back, a little less shy]

It's this way. [she points to the right] Not far. I'm pretty sure we have canned soup along with stuff for sandwiches.

[ he turns towards the right ]

Got my fingers crossed. [ hot soup sounds like a dream, honestly. ]

[she starts to lead the way]

I think you're gonna be lucky. Last time the stores had Campbell's I kind of stocked up. Most of the time, the stores either have generic versions of stuff or stuff in a language I can't read. [or packages of ramen. so much ramen in every flavor imaginable]

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(cw: suicide mention)

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