hadriel_logs | Event Log: Fourth Wall, Part One

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Event Log: Fourth Wall, Part One

Who: Everyone in the city + Fourth Wall visitors!
What: Part one of the fourth wall event, hosted by Fear, Confusion, and Delight!
Where: All around the city
When: October 24th-November 1st
Warnings: Visitors from other worlds!

If you're not from around here, you may be wondering what's going on. You've woken up out of the blue in the colosseum, or near a temple, or in one of the numerous other locations in the city. You're somewhere underground and it's dark, cold, and maybe a little unnerving.

Luckily, shortly after your arrival, the road below your feet begins to light up in a gentle, warm glow. The light points you in a set direction and, if you choose to travel that way, will lead you toward the center of the city, where there is a large gathering of others who are lost here like you, people who might know their way around a bit more, and even some of the gods who rule this place.

There are lights strung up on poles throughout the large clearing, casting a comforting glow onto the tables beneath them. The tables are abundant with lots of food that looks simply delicious- though, none of it tastes quite like it should. The tarts taste like green beans, the mashed potatoes like cheesecake, and the chocolate seems oddly reminiscent of steak. In addition, there are decorations artfully placed around the meeting point. If you see them moving, don't worry- that's probably just your imagination.

Also distributed along the tables are shot glasses, filled with a sludgy, yellow substance. If you're brave enough to consume them, they taste strongly of mint and will give you a much needed energy boost, circumventing the need to eat or sleep for a full 24 hours! After that, however, everything hits you all at once, so use them wisely. Some of you may remember these shots from our How Delightful event earlier this year!

In addition to all of the above, there are also party poppers strewn around the area. Each popper can jet out some strange objects- glitter bombs, seashells, plastic dinosaurs, maybe a live lizard or two- so be careful! Feel free to use your discretion on these, but remember to keep it small!
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Of course, you can always not travel that way. The rest of the city has plenty of places to explore- maybe you'd like to stumble in our Silent Hill zone, have a quick look around the alien orchard, or check out any of the god temples that can inspire their chosen emotion. Be careful not to get lost in the tunnels leading away from the cave- none of them can actually move you above ground, but you may run into a few monsters on the way.

For those of you who have been with us awhile, please bear with the gods while they try to adjust around these new folks! Join in on the festivities if you like, or try to orient as many of the others as you can. Start a community outreach program, start a fight club, introduce your parents to your weird cave girlfriend- nobody's judging!

Well. Some of us might be.
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Enjoy the fourth wall event at Hadriel! Once you're settled in feel free to explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies.

Fourth wall characters do not enter with phones so they cannot reach the network- however, if you'd like to handwave that they somehow got ahold of Mello's Newcomer guide to avoid the 'where am I/what is this' sort of questions, then feel free!

Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers October 24th-November 1st.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well! Fourth wall characters will not have posting access, so grab an in-game friend if you wanted to do anything separate from the main log.
► Fourth wall characters will be in the city for at least one week, though they can stay for longer. The party will go on throughout the entire week, thanks to Delight's boundless energy!
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

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More like a trump card, to be played as needed. Ashoka has agreed to join the guardsmen on their patrols, but Maketh knows very well that she needs to at least point the two of them in the right direction if they are to be useful. Namely, at the gods and not at her.

Maketh her eyes at him. "If you do not threaten my men? Nothing. Given time, this place will do its worst to you without my interference. I don't have the patient to waste resources attempting to control you. I'd rather you be an asset to these people rather than a nuisance to be contended with, but I will accept whatever reality I find myself in. Commander Tano has already proven herself. As for you---Well. That remains to be seen."

Well, none of that sounds good. Kanan keeps his face level, considering all his options. Commander Tano - Ahsoka - might be a Jedi, but not all Jedi were unified in thought. Maybe it's the wiser thing to just go along and help out where needed, but Kanan's a stubborn-minded guy who asks too many questions. It's always been who he is.

"Look, I'm not saying I won't help out here, protect people." He relents a bit. "But I don't want anyone mistaking me for one of your guards. If I see trouble, I'll make sure that innocent people don't get hurt. But I don't answer to you."

Maketh almost says no one would mistake him for a guardsmen, but holds her tongue. Not all of them posses the discipline she'd like, but each guardsman has proven his or her loyalty to the people of Hadriel. They're a tough lot, strong and stubborn. Given the circumstances, it would be better to have someone like Kanan in their ranks than not, but thus far, that seems unlikely.

Fine. So long as he doesn't cause trouble, then he can be ignored.

"Frankly, I do not care who you answer to." Maketh gives him her best officer-glare, the one that had - on occasion - made her storm troopers cry. "Or what you think of me. So long as you protect these people, you are free to do as you like."

But if he gets in the way, then he'll be dealt with swiftly.

Compared to Kallus, the Inquisitor, and Moff Tarkin, Maketh Tua's scowl leaves a lot to be desired; Kanan's faced worse than her before, and survived. His brow furrows but he doesn't try to make fun of her, not while she's running around with a rifle and apparently the loyalty of the guards here.

"Good." He retorts. "Glad to hear it." He'd have to see just how truthful that statement really was...Kanan always had his doubts about things too good to be true.

"One other question; Kallus killed you, not me. Why are you so against what I'm doing?"

Do not yell at him, Maketh reminds herself. Do not lower yourself to that level or you will lose what you have gained. You are an officer and you will not be foolish. "Because you are a nuisance. Is that all?"

It's not true, not entirely. But saying anything more would involve knowing each other. They do not.

A nuisance, huh? And one she didn't seem to be able to have much control over. Kanan paused, wondering just how far he wanted to push his luck. There was a dorky part of his soul that really wanted to make this minister cringe.

He said a silent apology to Hera, before leaning forward, playing at looking thoughtful.

"You know, Minister...running away all the time, jumping from city to city, I never really appreciated how golden your eyes are." He struck one of the smiles that used to knock the girls dead in the cantinas.

Maketh entertained a brief but satisfying fantasy of kneeing him in the groin. Then she stepped forward into his space and smiled ever so sweetly. "My dear man. Has that ever worked on anyone?"

Damn.

Keeping up his smooth grin, Kanan crosses his arms, smirking down at Maketh.

"It's Kanan, actually. And you'd be surprised."

This close, she could probably stab him with the knife she keeps hidden up her sleeve. Maybe if she's quick about it and doesn't telegraph. But there'd hardly be a point even if the blow landed, he'd only come back angry and what would she do then?

No. Play the game, soldier.

Maketh snorts, eying him up and down. He's not to her tastes. "I'll use your name when you've done something to earn it."

She shouldn't be needling him like this, but it's hard to resist. Something about Kanan makes her skin crawl. Probably the fact that he knew her before, knows enough to make things difficult if he gets it in his head to try.

"And I highly doubt that. Drunken fools in some backwater cantina hardly count."

He crosses his arms at the put-down, giving a drawn out sigh as he leans away, as if Maketh had just told him Christmas was being cancelled.

"So what are you calling me instead, just so I know what to answer to? Jedi? Rebel? Seems a bit impersonal."

Maketh cants an eyebrow. "I think 'fool' suits you quite well."

That gets him scowling; Kanan could be ridiculously easy to read at times, and clearly felt offended.

"If that's the case, I could think of a few choice words to call you back." He retorts.

Ah, apparently that hit a nerve. Maketh eyes him up and down, dismissive. "Oh, I wouldn't want you to strain what little brain cells you have left. That would be cruel of me."

Who the heck did she think she was? Kanan huffs a bit, slouching down.

"Funny, because this fool managed to stay one step ahead of you every step of the way. What's that say about you?"

Maketh shrugs. The failures of the Empire - and thus herself - are less relevant here than Kanan seems to think. It's an old life, one that was taken from her and which Maketh has no hope of retrieving. "It says I faced an annoyance that accomplished nothing and will continue to accomplish nothing but his own survival."

She gives him a flat look. "Do you want to know the future? The Empire falls. So it goes. But your rebels don't win. It only rises again. Your victory is meager and will be crushed underfoot like everything else."

"Hey, don't discount my own survival. I happen to be pretty proud of that." The tone is joking, but Kanan's expression looks pretty serious. He happens to take ideas about the future to heart.

He gives Maketh a scrutinizing look, before shrugging. Even with actual glimpses of the future the Force provided him, visions couldn't always be trusted.

"I'll wait and find out for myself, thanks. Don't want to be spoiled for the ending."

"I am not lying. There's little point lying to a Force-user."

Regardless of any supposed or real mind-reading powers, they tended to find out and take offense. The Inquisitor certainly had.

Maketh turns away, watching the party. Scanning the crowd in case she needs to interfere, or call the guardsmen to do so.

"But it hardly matters here. You'll learn that soon enough."

"Hey," Kanan starts forward again when Maketh pulls away, walking over to stand beside her, reaching out to take her shoulder.

"Hang on. How do you know all this?"

Maketh recoils with a hiss, dropping a hand to the sword at her belt in warning. "Do not touch me!"

Maybe she can't match him in combat, but she can damn well cut him if need be.

She glares, but doesn't attack. "It was told to me. Strange things happen in this place. You meet people from different times. Some from after the fall of the Empire."

He retracts his hand, brow creasing in apology, and steps back. Right. Enemies.

"And you trusted them?"

At least he knows when to retreat. Not entirely an idiot, then. Maketh huffs, one hand still on her sword. "Of course I didn't trust him. But his uniform did not lie."

"That's not much to go on." Kanan says seriously. "We used to steal uniforms from you guys all the time." Hell, half his wardrobe seemed to be stormtrooper-related these days.

Maketh gives him a nasty look. She's not simple. "He wore a variation of the Imperial crest on his uniform and had a general's mark. And I--knew a relative of his, at the Academy. Brendol Hux. Apparently he managed to spawn. The general had his foolish hair."

He whistled low.

"A variation. And hair too? Wow. In a galaxy this small, I don't know how it could be anyone else."

Sorry, Maketh, Kanan had a ridiculous sarcasm streak in him.

Urg. That man. Maketh briefly entertains the notion of punching him, but dismisses the thought. She will be professional, she will do her duty. "The information was verified," she snaps. "I have means at my disposal."

She doesn't feel like telling him about the dream she shared with General Hux. Truthfully she'd rather forget it happened in the first place.

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