Intro Log: Death Comes

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for July.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: July 10th-15th
Warnings: Deathclaws. That's all you really need to know.

As usual, the new arrivals in Hadriel will be waking up on the dirt ground of the colosseum, and as usual, they won't be waking up alone. This month brings coat hangers of all shapes and, uh, sizes strewn about the colloseum floor around all of the new arrivals.

Get up, get out, meet and greet, find some new exciting interior decorating options, but don't forget about the more prominent threat: the (newly) local deathclaws roaming about in the inner halls of the arena. These deathclaws are vicious bipedal creatures with long arms ending in curved talons, horns ripe for goring and, of course, teeth as long as fingers. These animals have been engineered to be as deadly as they can possibly be, so you might want to buddy up before taking one on.

Have you escaped from the deathclaws? Made a few friends? Not died horribly? Great! Feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers July 10th-15th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

Comments

[casperdisaster]

[Ride or die indeed, the lot of them. Sometimes both in Noah's case.

That will have to come up eventually. Later. They're getting along so well now, Noah doesn't want to risk ruining it. He really wants to keep this easy back and forth they've got (even if it isn't quite much as Henry surely would have had with the living version of Noah. Perhaps Henry would have worn away the more unkind parts of Czerny, though).

His grin goes wider and a bit crooked at the wink. It's Czerny's grin, the one from his driver's license photo, only very rarely seen on Noah - only once before, maybe twice. A little bit closer to the boy that died instead of the shadowy copy of him.]

If I have everyone has been too polite to tell me. [Unless it's a habit he developed after death. But no, he had to share sleeping quarters on the train with other people around, and not all were forgiving for the boy coping with a second life once more. Surely one of them would have yelled at him for it if he did it.]

But seeing as 'polite' isn't really my type I'll take that as a sign that I don't.

[robobees]

( you see, here's the thing about henry cheng: once you've found yourself in his good graces, once he's let you into the fold that is his personal life – no matter how long, or how short of a time it's taken you – there really is no getting out of it. it's by no means out of desperation for more friends, but more that he's given to being taken by those he chooses to keep close.

which is to say that nothing could ruin what they've got going for them right now. not, at least, that he could have thought of. and that's saying something, considering they've only been sitting here for a few more than a handful of minutes, shooting the proverbial shit and laughing about it.

that grin, he might not know the significance of it – might not know that it originated with the alive-noah instead of dead-noah, but it means the same to him, either way. it's genuine, that much he can tell, and he finds himself thinking that he wouldn't mind being the cause of it to happen more in future.

henry taps his fingers against the surface of the bar in quiet thought, makes a show of slowly draining the rest of his drink before indicating that he wouldn't mind having another. )

Maybe I'll take you up on your offer, then. ( and this, friends, is almost like saying challenge accepted. ) Though, I think it fair to warn you right back – I've been told I'm an octopus when lost in the depths of sleep. ( because that and cuddling are so very not the same thing. they are not at all. ) But I'll let you keep the blanket. I run hot.

[casperdisaster]

[Noah can't bring himself to mind this kind of dare, and he laughs a little, standing up in his seat to lean over the bar and order a drink for himself too. Something sunset colored and fruity with likely more sugar than liquor in it. Life’s too short to waste on disgusting alcohols, especially if you are just drinking for run rather than to get wasted as quickly as possible.]

Sounds like we're perfectly matched then, I'm always cold.

[That's probably the dead thing, though at least Noah’s core temperature is warm and human even if the rest of him gets cold easily.

It is a lot like meeting Blue, Noah decides. What came first, being friends or just acting like lifelong friends and letting the actual friendship follow? It doesn't matter if the end result is the same.]

Oh! Adam has a dog now, I hope you aren't allergic.

[robobees]

( now, that is not something that henry can agree with; alcohol, for the purpose of getting as wasted as possible as quickly as possible, is just that. booze. while he does have his preferences, there isn't much beyond does it get the job done, and perhaps a secondary question of how much of a headache will he have a chance of waking up with if he doesn't drink enough water before he passes out face-first on the nearest available surface.

but. the drink noah orders is pretty, at the very least, and he has a hunch that it tastes as good as it looks. that tends to be the way of fruity, sugary drinks.

his grin stays perfectly in place, more genuine than the usual thing he gives in passing, the product of being taught to be as friendly as possible just on the off-chance there needs to be the asking of favors in the future. )

Match made in heaven? Or … mm. What would you consider a place like this? It's not quite hell, what with the lack of constant torture and hellfire and brimstone and Satan. ( henry. )

Purgatory, maybe? ( you're thinking entirely too much about this, cheng. give it a rest.

but it feels so natural, this back and forth, and he has to wonder the same sort of thing; the playing at being friends feels all too normal, eerily so in such a place, and while he's never been known to be anything but the most outgoing kid in his lot, it comes more from being schooled to do so than a part of his actual personality.

but he's learning. )

Not that I know of. Parrish with a dog … I can see it, I think. Good for him. Every boy needs at least one dog in his life.

[casperdisaster]

[Noah seems perfectly content to listen while Henry works his way through an appropriate metaphor for them, and truly he is. Noah just likes being around his friends being themselves, and he has no doubt that Henry is going to be the same way.]

It's awful cute, the dog. You'll love it.

[Not that Noah can fathom not loving cute animals. Provided they don't make sounds like dying pterodactyl, and Chainsaw had grown out of that into the sweet raven they all knew and loved.

Noah takes a sip of his drink before pausing, holding it out to Henry.]

Want a taste? It's a limoncello sunrise. Or the closest we can get to one here.

[robobees]

( he gets the feeling, somewhere in the bottom of his chest, between the curve of his ribs and the bottom of his heart that there is something that could possibly bud here, and if he's perfectly honest with himself, he can't very well deny that it means something to him to have found someone so willing to accept him when he's just arrived.

it goes without saying that any friendships he makes here are going to be ones that he holds on to tightly, because he's been displaced from his element, and forging bonds means more when there's less common ground. ) We didn't have pets in my house when I was a child. It'll be like ... living vicariously through someone else. ( which is almost sad, really, to think that someone of his upbringing would need to live vicariously in order to experience something so mundane, but ... as they say, them's the breaks.

at the offering of the other's drink, he doesn't quite hesitate long enough to insinuate that he would have thought to decline - and he takes a decent sip, affirmed of the sugar content, and swallows appreciatively with a small hum. )

That's good. Really good. Thanks. ( and he licks his lips. ) Pick your poison - next round's on me. Even if we end up sharing.

( henry ... are you being coy? )

[casperdisaster]

[It means a lot, this friendship as well, specifically because of the positive impossibility of it happening in their own world.

Infinite realities in infinite combinations, there's at least a slim chance that all of their friends they've made here might live somewhere in their world, a different version of themselves leading a different life. Noah and Henry though, they're from the same world, and the timelines of their lives curve terribly close but never actually touch.

Noah's so grateful to have this chance to get to know the person who will look after his friends now that he's gone for good when they're at.]

You know I don't think I've ever asked for schnapps here. I should probably finish my one drink first. Uh, I'm a lightweight, FYI - but I'm a happy drunk, so nothing to worry about there.

[robobees]

( once henry gets the memo about noah not-quite-existing back in his timeline, once he figures out that he's the one being tasked with looking after those that are left now that noah is gone - it's going to be something that he ends up thinking extensively about, something that catches him off-guard and throws him for a loop, because it sounds like so much responsibility that he isn't sure he's even capable of holding on to.

but these are noah's friends, possibly his friends if he gets to hang around long enough, and even with the short amount of time that he's been given with them so far, he can't say that he doesn't care about them. doesn't want to see them safe.

so ... yeah, it's something he's going to do. something that he's going to try to trust himself with.

the smile stays on his face, cheeks pinkened by the alcohol that's found its way into his system already, but nowhere near enough to tip him off in the direction of tipsy. not yet, at the very least. )

We'll try for it, then. Once you're finished. I don't want you falling off of your stool, or anything. ( but he laughs. ) What flavor?

[casperdisaster]

[Clearly the beginning to a beautiful friendship already. Noah leans in to lightly bump his shoulders with Henry, his own face flushing a bit as well. He wasn't joking about being a lightweight.]

Umm... butterscotch? Do you think they'd have that? They make schnapps in like every flavor. Oh, or peppermint!

[Don't get him started, he'll be here forever asking for increasingly weird flavors just to see if it's a possibility.]