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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2019-03-28 10:02 am

World Log: Jungle Arrival

Who: Everyone in the city
What: The event log for the Planet Transfer
Where: All over the city
When: March 28th
Warnings: None


One minute you're freezing your ass off in the middle of a light snowstorm, and the next you're suddenly boiling in the wet heat. Sunlight streams down through green- so much green, more green than you could possibly have imagined since coming to Hadriel- and it's beautiful in its own way, if you're into that sort of thing.

The more sensitive of citizens may feel some slight nausea from the move but otherwise everything is as it should be. Alien birds squawk in the trees, you can hear the local fauna rustling through the brilliantly-colored leaves. Everything is alien here, but a forest is universal. Luckily, a section of forest has been cleared away for the city, so you can still see the sky above and you can still move around without getting lost in the thick foliage that surrounds this place, but be careful when exploring! There's no telling what could be out there, and you want to be prepared for anything.

So what is your new home like? It's hot, for one- you might want to shed and burn all those winter coats and Christmas sweaters immediately! You'll be sweating buckets before the day is over, but at least we still have cold showers to help wash off the grime as you adjust to your new life in an alien jungle. Have fun, enjoy your stay, but don't forget: we may need to fight here soon. Be ready.

► This log covers March 28th-March 30th.
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utulien_aure: Fingon (Seventy)

[personal profile] utulien_aure 2019-03-31 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
I'm unharmed.

[Fingon tells her, amused, and nods approvingly at her change of garments.]

Are you prepared for this heat? I know you prefer colder climates.
stonebird: (❅ because you saturated light)

[personal profile] stonebird 2019-04-01 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
I do, but the South was hot. (Not quite like this, but.) Lord Fingon, I am so glad you are with me.
utulien_aure: Fingon (Seventy one)

[personal profile] utulien_aure 2019-04-03 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[He gives her a small smile.]

I could not ask for better company, Sansa.

[Nodding at her sword]

Are you up to a small adventure?
stonebird: (❅ we passed the setting sun)

[personal profile] stonebird 2019-04-03 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
I know you could, but I am glad I give you some happiness. (She kisses his cheek as she nears him.)

It matters not if I am ready; adventure is upon us.
utulien_aure: Fingon (Fifty five)

[personal profile] utulien_aure 2019-04-07 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Soon or late, it finds us all,

[He agrees, and gives her a quick embrace.]

But we can wait a few hours to explore our new home, should you prefer to stay her a while.
stonebird: (❅ till ranks of seeds their witness bear)

[personal profile] stonebird 2019-04-10 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
Will the sun set, do you think? If so, we need to find shelter sooner rather than later.

(Who knows what prowls around a place like this?)
utulien_aure: Fingon (Seventy Seven)

[personal profile] utulien_aure 2019-04-12 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Not for a while, yet, I think. See the direction of the sun?

[Don't look directly, though, Sansa. Be more sensible than this Tree-addled elf.]

And you needn't worry. My eyes are not poor when night falls, that I promise you.
stonebird: (❅ so we must meet apart)

[personal profile] stonebird 2019-04-12 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
I'd rather not look at it. (She is teasing, but one point occurs to her.) How do you know the sun rises and sets normally on this world?

(Sansa takes a moment to breathe.)

I am tired of traveling in this manner.
utulien_aure: Fingon (Seventy nine)

[personal profile] utulien_aure 2019-04-15 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Don't look at it, then. Watch it's shadow, see how long it takes to shift. That may not be the lady Arien above our heads, keeping her flowering charge aloft, but the principle remains the same.

[Fingon smiles, all sympathy- but there's something a little grim behind his eyes.]

We may not be doing so for much longer.