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.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I hope there is. I was only recently made aware that my people are still out there, I had hoped to reconnect with them once we could be reunited,

[Her experience with Romelle has been promising enough— of her people's willingness to accept her, even if her place is no longer as their leader. But it will be much longer before she has a chance to make any real efforts to bridge the gap, especially if the Door has any say in the matter.

And truthfully, there were equal parts relief and anxiety about having somewhere to direct her energy other than worrying if her people would accept her or not. To be rejected after wishing so badly to find them again would be heartbreaking.

But her attention turns to Margaery's story,]

He must be very special, if you would give up home and country for him.

[Said with more admiration than judgment. As someone who questions her place in the world she left behind, she admired someone who knew so clearly what they wanted.]

I hope that you can. It must be terribly lonely, being without your people.

[the Door has a knack for pulling people out of important situations. or, in Margaery's case, from the moment of her own death.

this place will certainly give her other things to direct her energy towards! possibly more than she can handle. and why would they reject her? she seems a lovely, intelligent young lady. every society has a need of those.

and it is quite a story]

He is, he's very special. Do you know, I've been wedded three times, but didn't find love until I came here?

[Margaery absolutely knows what and who she wants. she'll be at Matt's side by day as his lover? his wife, perhaps? and by his side at night as a partner in bringing the guilty to justice]

It is. I miss them greatly.

[It didn't help that the Alteans (at least of her time) were a close bunch, with great loyalty to each other and their leaders. Being separated from them for so long felt like a hole that had been left in her heart.

But her woes about her people are quickly forgotten when Margaery goes on, and Allura's eyes widen,]

Three times! [Allura doesn't mean to sound surprised by that number and she immediately presses a hand over her mouth.] Apologies, I didn't...

[Of course, she knows that royalty doesn't always have the luxury of marrying for love, rather than for the best of the kingdom (as a ruler, she was a servant to the well-being of the people and if it was required of her, she too would do the same) but she still had the luxury of ~~not being from Game of Thrones~~ being spared that sort of decision, by virtue of her situation.

She shakes her head, clearing her thoughts,] I'm glad that you were finally able to find love. Perhaps the Door isn't so bad after all.

I understand completely.

[and she does. she'd always wanted to win over the smallfolk and she'd succeeded in doing so. she would like to think that they're rising up in riot after her murder, but it would seem to not be so, according to Jon]

Yes, three times. All to secure the crown for I was merely Lady Margaery Tyrell at birth. [and a conspiratorial smile] And no apologies are necessary, I'm well aware that my circumstances are . . . unique.

[she married for power, all three times. of all of them, Tommen was the only one she had even the slightest of tender feelings for, but he dashed them on the ground when he failed to free her brother from the Faith of the Seven. she would like to hope that this young princess would fare far better, but she doubts its possibility. when you have a kingdom to attend to, matters of the heart fall by the wayside]

Oh, no. The Door is a terrible thing. You see, it snatched the one I love away from me after a mere six months. I intend to go to his world when I leave, but after that it will all be up to me to find my way back into his life and his heart.

Was it so important to become the queen?

[Asked out of curiosity rather than judgement. While she was born into her title, she wasn’t ignorant of the cutthroat nature of the crown. (Sometimes literally, in the case of the Galra). A king or queen or emperor wasn’t just a figurehead, but could spell the prosperity or demise of an entire people. It was an evil leader that lead the Galra to ten-thousand years of war, and even his demise only introduced a power vacuum that tore the universe apart further.

(And it could be argued that, as loved as her father was, it was his leadership that lead to the fall of Altea, though Allura would never acknowledge that.)]

That’s terrible, [And she truly sounds sorry, dipping her head. To be separated so soon after finally finding your heart in someone,] I hope you will find success, after you have been through so much.

Becoming the queen of Westeros is something I was raised to since birth. It's what I've always wanted. But then I got it and found out that it wasn't what I'd always envisioned.

[she was trained to be something of a chameleon since birth, being able to judge what the man wanted and becoming that woman. sometimes, it was merely annoying, like having to pretend to be in the throes of ecstasy when Tommen only lasted two minutes in the bedchamber. other times, it was downright dangerous, like keeping Joffrey sweet when she knew he was brutal and sadistic to just about everyone who crossed his path.

and then it became deadly when Cersei's hatred grew too dark and dangerous to be endured.

she takes the sympathy with a graceful incline of her own head and a small, somewhat sad smile] As do I. I can't help wanting a happy ending to my story.

[Allura nods, even if she doesn't fully understand she understands what it's like to achieve something, only for it to be much different from what you truly wanted. For much of her young life, she looked up to her father and the other paladins, saw them as great heroes, and wished to emulate them. But the truth of being a hero often was a lot more heartbreaking and difficult than the brave face she always saw her father put on.

Still, she didn't regret her decisions,]

I think everyone could hope for as much. A happy ending, in whatever form it may take.

[There's a faraway, somber tone to her voice, because she's not really sure what that means for her anymore. It used to be she simply longed for the end to the war, but now there was a part of her that feared it. That feared that when they got on the other side, there would be no place for her left in the universe. Lance and the others had their families, their planet. She only had them.

She shakes her head, waving a hand as if to chase away the thoughts,] Apologies, I got lost in my thoughts.

[nothing worth doing doesn't have its moments of heartbreak and difficulty. though, that's a truth she learned here and not in Westeros. in Westeros, she was too busy occupied with the goal to care what it cost.

and it cost her her life. she'd tried to warn them, but none would listen. all of that time, all of that training to charm and cajole, all for nothing]

Indeed. One would think that it's not too much to ask for, but it often seems as though it is.

[and there's a tone of regret in hers. she had six months with Matt in which she loved and was loved in return. and a year with Maglor, loving him but never saying a word because she knew it could not be returned.

in the end, she's choosing Matt. every step on the road she's taken here has been towards him. she will find him again and they will be happy. she will accept no other outcome.

a sympathetic smile] Such a thing is easy here. In fact, it almost seems to invite it.

Intro Log: Ugh, Talk to the Hand

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