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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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[none of it's rotten. they had a couple of lean months before Hope (who provides the food) showed up, but now it's back to normal]

Sure, no problem. Do you like your tuna with sweet pickles or without? [and she goes about getting a can of tuna out of another cupboard and a loaf of bread from the bread box, then opens the can of tuna, draining the excess water down the drain. and she notices him nod towards the desk] Nope, go for it.

[ all these little tastes of home, they make him smile before they even hit his mouth. frankly, if this is all a trick and she's about to kill him, it might still be worth it, just to have a taste of real food first. ]

With, if it's all the same to you. [ he pours himself a glass of water and empties it with one gulp. he shouldn't be surprised at his own thirst, but it still catches him a little off guard. he pours another, and down the hatch it goes. the abundance is frankly dizzying. ]

[she's not about to kill him. he's nice. besides, even when she was a Reaper, she was more the middleman than the actual cause of death. which she learned the hard way when she tried intervening in the deaths of others, trying to save them]

Sure, no problem. [she fetches the jar of pickles from the fridge and a small knife to stab them out of the jar, opens it, retrieves two pickles and slices them into pieces, then going over to assemble the sandwich. and by the time she's done, the soup is hot and ready. she gets a bowl and spoon and pours the soup into it, offering him first the bowl and then the sandwich on a napkin.

she does notice how thirsty he is, but she's learned a bit of tact while here, so she won't question it]

Here you go.

[ he tries to be the kind of man who makes his ma proud. he drains another glass of water and gratefully accepts the soup. ]

Thank you, smells amazing.

[ he puts the bowl down on the table, but waits for her to join him before he digs in. she is, after all, both his host and a dame, certain social norms must be attended. ]

[George would say that he's doing a great job of it so far]

Sure, it's no problem. Eat up.

[she joins him at the table, but doesn't get herself something to eat. she could eat if she wanted to, but she doesn't technically have to. and she figures he could use the whole can of soup]

[ that would make him happy to hear. ]

Thank you.

[ it can stands repeating. she's not wrong; he goes through the meal like a starving man. in the back of his mind he thinks he probably shouldn't eat this much this fast, it's likely to make him sick, but he can't help himself. war rations weren't great to begin with, prisoner rations are even worse; he feels famished.

he wipes his mouth when the food is gone, and smiles, feeling revived and surprisingly not unwell at all. ]

Sorry, it's been a while. [ it's rude to eat that fast, he wasn't even being a conversationalist, but it was sorely needed. ]

[unfortunately, George fails at peopleing, so she likely won't say it out loud]

Sure, no problem.

[she doesn't try to make conversation as he eats. he's too busy eating and she figures that butting in would be rude. she's trying to avoid being rude lately. so far she's doing well, but she's completely aware of what a pain in the ass she can be.

she smiles back when he finishes]

It's cool. Don't worry about it. There's still enough for another bowl if you want it? [she figures he could use it]

[ it would be a strange thing to come out and say, to be fair. ]

How can I say no to that?

[it would be, but shes's said stranger]

Then don't. [she collects the bowl from him, goes over to the stove where the soup pot still sits and pours what remains back the the bowl. then she goes over to him with the bowl and hands it back over] Here you go.

So, how're you liking the place so far?

Thank you.

[ he digs right in, but eats at a more respectable pace this time around, allowing him time to speak between mouthfulls. ]

Can't complain about the hospitality, and food's an improvement.

Sure, no problem.

[she's not quite sure where she's supposed to be looking while he eats. looking straight at him would be weird, but avoiding him would be weird, too. so she mostly does little sidelong glances on occasion mixed with finding the wood grain of the table absolutely fascinating.

she smiles at him] Here's . . . kinda weird? But not so bad, once you get used to it.

[ he doesn't seem the least bit bothered about the direction of her gaze. he returns a smile after swallowing down a mouthful. ]

How long does that take?

[good, because her gaze is decidedly fidgety. she's better at peopleing, but she could still use some work, especially when in the presence of a cute guy]

Ehhh, three months, give or take. Your first stupid gods trick will probably knock you for a loop because you're just plain not used to it, but it's possible to. . . I don't know. Get used to it? Kind of? Though, that part will take a lot longer, but basically if you're feeling a particular emotion really strongly? It's probably the stupid gods' fault.

[ as a lifelong 'cute guy', bucky's well aware of his influence on women, and enjoys it a fair bit as well. he's used to all manner of reactions, though honestly he's not chalking her particular reaction to his looks at this time; he's worn out, underweight, his clothes in tattered, his hair disheveled...if it weren't for the circumstances, he would be mortified to be a guest in this state. he's not particularly comfortable with it with circumstances and all. ]

What's their story? Why are we here? Why us? [ he's never been particularly emotional, in truth, he's made an art out of swallowing down his feelings. as the eldest of four (five, including steve, which he always does) he was expected to solve problems, not have them. ]

[and as a lifetime "one of the guys," George doesn't know how to deal with male (or let's be honest, female) attention. other than clam up and turn into the universe's biggest doofus. it's kind of remarkable, actually, the way she actively cockblocks and friendzones herself without even trying. but, ehhh, they've had weirder guests under weirder circumstances]

Story is, there used to be a ton of 'em, all across the galaxy. And they had these subjects they called "hosts." The hosts were able to feel any emotion in huge quantities at will, so the gods were well-fed.

Then, these assholes called the Null decided they weren't happy with the whole peaceful coexistence thing and went around slaughtering all of the gods on other worlds and all of their hosts. Except it turns out the Null missed some here. Go figure.

But anyway, they thought they had no more food source and all but Hope and Fear were dead, so they used the Door to start recruiting people. Only we have to be forced to feel a lot of one particular emotion at a time. Hope and Fear used all of their energies to revive a set of stupid gods who had been killed while we were here and the rest is history.

[ there's something troubling about her tale. it's not that he can't accept a good-vs-evil war, especially considering the one he was scooped up from, but he very much doubts that gods who engage in mass kidnappings and feed off of people's emotions, manipulating and hurting them in order to get their fill, were the victims of unprovoked violence. in fact, their very existence is provocative. ]

Recruiting, that's a nice word for it. [ too nice. he volunteered to fight for his country and his values. others had to be drafted. but they still were informed, and had time to say goodbye to their families. this isn't recruitment, this is a prison camp. ]

So they're farming us? [ it's what it sounds like. they're barnyard animals, here for their uses - and to be consumed, in the end. conditions in this prison may be better, but in the end, he suspects, he may yet miss the doctor's ministrations. ]

[it's not that she thinks it's a good versus evil war, it's more like assholes versus even bigger assholes. she was here when the Null attacked. she spent most of her time in the Clinic, not eating or sleeping for two weeks. the few times she left the Clinic, she had to deal with Null actively hunting her. all because she'd made fun of them. thin-skinned bastards]

It's better than "kidnapping." Which it actually is, but sometimes this place works out better than home. [strangely, it did for her. she found a purpose in the Clinic and she found friends--real friends--for the first time in her life. she feels like she's finally ready to let go of her old life and move on to something new]

Basically, yeah. After you've been here a while, it becomes easier to--I don't know. To recognize what's going on and try to fight it. [which she can usually manage by this point, but she's had two years' practice]

[ he can relate to that sentiment; his lot here has definitely already improved. but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about this place, and what it's doing to people who don't come from the teetering edge between life and death. ]

What happens when you get good at it, they leave you alone? [ somehow, he doubts it. his gut twists. ]

[George isn't necessarily happy about it, but she's. . . more neutral than anything. it has its pluses, like finally finding a purpose. but it also has its minuses, like the stupid gods and the constant threat of the Null]

Not exactly. More like, you're able to kind of recognize the fact that your head's being fucked with and sort of think your way through it. It's not one hundred percent effective, but it does help. [nothing is ever simple here]

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