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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2019-04-10 10:17 am

Intro Log: It's All Fun and Games

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for April
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: April 10th-12th
Warnings: None


Welcome to Hadriel. You're a new arrival... or maybe you're not. Maybe this is all very familiar, and you're already rolling your eyes at ending up here again. In that case, welcome back! And if you're new, welcome! Your welcoming committee today is a bunch of creepy floating Shugguraths. Some of them spit acid, some of them can shock you with electricity, and some can freeze you. What we definitely know for sure is that none of them like you, so you better start running - or maybe try to shoot one down. Let's hope you've got help, because that's not going to be easy to do alone!

Or you can grab one of the weapons off the floor of the colosseum and just go for it. That'll work great for about five seconds, before you realize that all the weapons are in fact fun toys for kids to play with, and not entirely suitable for killing big floating monsters. But hey, at least you tried!

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 April 10th-12th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
volitaunt: (031 - 7SmNsH8)

[personal profile] volitaunt 2019-04-19 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a moment, after Poe steps back to get out of the way, after he's stopped grinning over Finn's reaction and Rey's blunt introduction, that Poe is powerfully jealous.

Being able to hug John, just to hold on to him--he misses it already. He's not sure how he's going to do this, sharing space with John as a friend. But he's sure that John will be better off with them than on his own.

Instead of thinking too hard about it, he grabs one of the towels behind the door, scrubbing his hair with it and coming out with perhaps annoyingly perfect tousled curls. ]


We'll need another mattress for the bed.

[ Poe freezes for a moment, looking over at John, very glad his skin doesn't show blushes easily. He's not the kind of person to get embarrassed about these kinds of things, he's not, it's just...

There's a lot of baggage that comes with the thought of sharing sleeping space with John Sheppard. ]
garbagepilot: (Cut me down to size)

[personal profile] garbagepilot 2019-04-19 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[That immediate approval from Finn has Rey looking away with a shadow of a smile pulling up the corner of her mouth, that warm feeling flaring back to life. She's lucky she's got him here, so glad that they all have each other for the kind of support they need with the Resistance in the sorry shape it is now, but that doesn't mean she's somehow magically learned how to deal with the blind faith he puts in her.

That Poe does, too. That too many will now that she's all that's left, just her and some cracked and dusty books to pass on knowledge she still doesn't fully understand.

That faith makes her uncomfortable and happy all at once, and so she's glad when John speaks and distracts her from it. Again she meets his eyes, this time over Finn's shoulder while he's swamped by that hug, and while there's something warmer in them now because of Finn's enthusiasm there's still a healthy amount of... not distrust. Not that, with these two to vouch for him. But she's holding back, certainly, and that's not hard to miss.]


As long as you throw out everything you thought you knew about me and let me make my own impression, it's fine with me. [Her eyes shift, resting first on Finn's back and then sweeping towards Poe, and a little more warmth seeps in.] If they trust you not to steal everything and murder us in our sleep I can't argue.

[That's actually pretty high praise coming from her.

But there's something more here, something deeper in Poe that's aching, easy to see in his face if she looks hard enough, and it doesn't matter how they started here. She's concerned, has no idea what to do about it, and when he brings up beds she blurts her solution out.]


I can help you look.
bythehand: (where's rey?)

[personal profile] bythehand 2019-04-19 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Finn doesn't trap John in the hug zone for too long. It's sort of like that time he hugged Cassian and Jyn. Some people bring a tension to the party that says "definitely don't make this longer than necessary, for my sake." And he respects that. Plus his front half is wet now, which he looks moderately ass-pained about when he steps back. Should have thought about that one, maybe. ]

Shouldn't be too hard to find. [ He turns. Throws a quick look towards Rey, then Poe. Are things looking 100% ideal on that front? No. Still, Poe's an adult. He makes his own choices. If he didn't think he could handle at least one night... he'd offer anyway. Finn's two languages are Basic and Poe Dameron, and he's retaking his starter courses in Rey.

It'll work out. Finn doesn't have his usual thimbleful of general optimism to dip into here lately, but his trust in very specific people, as always, is more than enough to bridge some temporary gaps. This is straight-up how he limps through everything. So, to John: ]


We don't use the rooms much. If you decide you don't like it out here. [ People and their... personal space. Can't relate. ] How was Chyler? She doing okay?

[ You know the REALLY important matter in this entire conversation apparently. ]
deploy: (john09)

[personal profile] deploy 2019-04-20 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Uh. Thanks, buddy.

[He claps Finn on the shoulder, not sorry about his damp clothes. He asked for it.

As for Rey... he can see why Finn and Poe like her. She's already cracking him up, and he can appreciate her obvious loyalty. Unlike the other Rey, who mostly pissed him off, or even worse, consistently disappointed him.

John forcibly wipes the smirk off his face in order to appear entirely solemn for the next ten or so seconds.]


I promise to treat you like a shiny new Rey, and I also promise not to murder everyone. Or steal your stuff. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye, etc.

[Yeah, that one probably sounds a little disturbing to anyone who isn't from his strange, idiomatic-obsessed society. He could spend the rest of his life explaining weird Earth sayings to aliens, and he'd be dead before he got through half.

As for the sleeping arrangements, AKA the pile of mattresses on the floor, John has his hesitations. This isn't his first time seeing the makeshift 'bed' both Finn and Poe seem to prefer. Whenever he spent the night at their place, it was always in one of the guest bedrooms.

John never could decide if that was a good or bad thing. If Poe wasn't willing to screw around or sleep on the mattresses out of respect for Finn, or if he wanted to keep the two things entirely separate. His real life, and whatever it was they had together.

He was about to open his mouth to argue said sleeping arrangements when Finn brings up Chyler.

Does anything else really matter? John suddenly doesn't care where he crashes, as long as it's hard.]


Yeah. We had a rough go of it near the end. The PG was a skeleton crew, but she stepped up. Like she always did. Last I saw her, she was... happy. We were both going home.

[John turns to unclip his rifle from his neck and lean it against the wall, then starts in on the rest of his heavy gear. He can't look Finn in the eye, not knowing where she is. How she is.

And that he lost her.]


Probably in Atlantis right about now. Dogging Teyla.
volitaunt: (Default)

[personal profile] volitaunt 2019-04-23 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Poe smiles gratefully at Rey. He appreciates the offer for what it is, and for what the sentiment behind it seems to be. He actually speaks emotionally stunted pretty well, for the most part.

Right now he's preoccupied with worrying about John. That doesn't sound good, what he says about Chyler. It's less than what he said outside in the rain, but Poe knows... well, he knows Finn, and he knows John, and it doesn't surprise him that John would try to spare Finn the possibility that Chyler had anything less than her happy ending.

He's not sure what to say, so he blurts out the first thing he thinks of. One of the first things he often thinks of when it comes to John. ]


When was the last time you ate?
garbagepilot: (And it'll take a flight)

[personal profile] garbagepilot 2019-04-24 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[It isn't hard to see what draws Finn to this man, his quirks and his sense of humor something that she herself finds intriguing enough to pay attention to, different enough to make her curious. It helps that he shows no signs of holding the fake Rey against her, that that odd spectre seems unlikely to ruin relationships with people she's never even seen before.

His rifle looks odd leaning up against the wall beside her staff, something entirely unlike the blaster rifles she's used to seeing, but after giving it a good look over, glancing back at the way Finn has him tangled up in a hug...

Yes, she decides. This is fine.

Assuming the three men in the room can make it past this awkward information sharing stage, anyway.

There's a chair beside her that she pushes out with her foot now that they're apparently going to feed John, but-]


I hope you didn't collect all that on an empty stomach.

[The bags of fruit, she means, because who collects food and doesn't eat it on the way home?]
bythehand: (shitty fuckin spaceship)

[personal profile] bythehand 2019-04-24 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Further note to self, of which Finn has a full mental rolodex going: grill John about Chyler later. Really get in there. There's practically a little pinterest-style pin manifesting above his head like an idea light bulb about it.

It'll probably be a good time to mention she was here. A version of her. That's a whole thought process for another time, though. For now he can settle on missing her and doing actionable things. Like making himself useful and scooping up the bags Poe set down, towel and all. ]


Depends on how distracted he got.

[ Look. It's safe to say the whole day's gone off the rails. Many trains of thought have been lost to the sands of time and pilots here. Finn loves that about all of them.

The table still has moped on it. And the moped parts were there first, in fairness, so he just kinda sets this lumpy burden on the counter. No dander is yet kicked up about the wetness factor. Give him time, eventually he'll get salty about something. Probably a dumb alien lizard that decides to sit on the outside of their window for too long or something. ]
deploy: (john77)

[personal profile] deploy 2019-04-24 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
I dunno. A while ago. Can't say I'm hungry. And I brought a few MREs with me.

[Whether it's a real concern or a save, John appreciates the change in topic. Even if the idea of chowing down on alien fruit isn't one hundred percent appealing. Or appealing at all. John doesn't have a sensitive stomach or anything, mostly he just... eats when he's hungry.

Which isn't as often as it could be, but contrary to popular belief isn't never.

John pops open a couple compartments on his dripping modular vest, shaking out a few foil-wrapped and field-friendly milk chocolate bars into his hand. He keeps them for the kids. And for those days Rodney whines so incessantly about his blood sugar the only other way to shut him up would be knocking him out.

He tosses a couple in Rey's direction, and another in Finn's.

Well. John does keep them for the kids.]


Heard you guys are on some pretty meager rations. Consider this rent.

[The last John holds out to Poe. Because he knows it's his favourite. A crunchy, nutty number that's like chocolate covered trail-mix. Poe told him once it was like something he used to eat back home, on Yavin, when he was working on the field.

He wasn't carrying it for Poe special or anything. He stuck one into the back of his vest what feels like a lifetime ago and forgot it was there. Back when he did carry things for Poe special.]


Or if you're going to be all annoying about friends not owing friends, consider it a housewarming gift. Honestly, if I'd known about the new digs I would've walked through the portal carrying a pop-corn maker.

[Down goes the vest, wet and heavy, and John's not above hopping on one foot to pull off his boots. Which is exactly what he does.

Yes, this man was Finn's commander. No, he does not do parties.]
volitaunt: (033)

[personal profile] volitaunt 2019-04-28 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Poe takes the chocolate, and feels an incredibly stupid pang. It's chocolate. Even if it is his favorite, it's just chocolate.

This is never going to work if they can't... just be normal around each other. He can be normal. He can.

Poe tucks the chocolate into his back pocket and goes to the cupboard, which has a delightful variety of MREs. ]


A while ago means who knows. Besides, the rest of us need to eat, too.

[ He gestures at the cupboard, the familiar packaging with its familiar block letters advertising the contents within. ] We have beef steak and greens, spaghetti, chicken Parmesan, take your pick. Though why it's all earth-stuff is anyone's guess.