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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Hey! Watch where you're movin', will ya?!

[The rather loud voice comes from a rather small creature. He's only about the size of a human four year old, so he doesn't even come up to Asgore's knees. It's no wonder that he was almost stepped on in the large crowd of humans and monsters that seems to have gathered. He shows no fear staring up at the giant goat king. As far as Impmon is concerned, Asgore looks no stranger than most Digimon he meets on a daily basis.]

[Oh! Oh, dear. Asgore obligingly attempts to shuffle aside, sweeping his cloak back with a massive paw.]

My apologies, my friend, I...

[Ah. He can't seem to find who said that. He looks down - he's gotten very used to looking down, over the years, even more so here and now - and then he looks lower, and lower, and lower and - goodness! Asgore blinks a few times in startled confusion.]

Ah, what kind of monster are you?

I'm a-- hold on a sec. [If he keeps this up, they're going to have a very awkward conversation. He leaps up, far higher and faster than a monster with his short little legs should be able to go. He lands neatly on Asgore's shoulder, holding onto one of his horns to keep his balance.]

--That's better! I'm a digital monster. Impmon's the name.

[Well, it certainly does expedite things, though Asgore thinks he should take care not to accidentally unbalance the small thing with his horn should he shift his head too quickly. The weight is a small thing, though, and he can bear it easily.

It is not so different to carrying a child on his shoulders. Not so different at all.]

I have never seen a monster like you before, [Asgore says politely, because it always does well to be polite.] What part of the Underground are you from?

[He could get used to being up this high. Much better than being stuck down on the ground. He'd like to be Beelzemon all the time if only because he was so much bigger in his Mega form. Nobody messed with a seven foot tall biker with angel wings and an arm cannon.

He cocks his head in confusion at Asgore's question.]

Underground? Is that a part of the Digital World?

It is...part of the Underground.

[He scratches one of his long, floppy ears, somewhat perplexed.]

Is this "Digital World" something where the young ones get their, ah, "donkey kongs"?

You ain't too bright, are ya, Goat Foot?

[Just ignore the insults. He means well, really he does, but Impmon can't go more than five minutes without making an insulting comment about whoever he's talking to.]

The Digital World is where all the data on the internet from the human's world ends up. It created the world an' then it created Digimon, y'know, digital monsters. That's where I come from. Followin' me so far? Good!

[He has been in the surface world for all of a few hours, good sir, please do exercise some patience. Asgore blinks, accepting the insult with all the grace of a man who has listened to several scalding vituperations from his ex-wife, and can stand to bear a bad-tempered slight as to the content of his character.]

I am afraid I've not been in the, er, human's world for very long. Monsters have only just been freed.

Really? Bet you don't know much about 'em then.

[That peaks his interest. He and the other Digimon had ended up being stuck back in the Digital World, but that wasn't going to slow him down any. He was finding a way back to his Tamers Ai and Mako if he had to carve out a portal with his bare hands.]

Were ya stuck in the Underground place? Did someone stick ya there? Did the humans do it?

[He could say many things. He could say he knows more - much more - about humans than he ever truly meant to. He knows they have such tenacity, that many are mere children, that so, so many of them did not wish to die...

But, ah, that would be improper to bring up at the moment. Asgore almost inclines his head in acknowledgment before remembering where his new acquaintance is seated, and just what he is holding onto.]

Yes. There was a war many, many years ago, and monsters were trapped Underground.

[Impmon, despite having all the emotional maturity of a toddler, is surprisingly sympathetic. He knows all too well what the high cost of fighting can be.]

Sounds like what happened at the end of the war we Digimon fought. 'Course, we fought with the humans, but at the end, we got sent back to the Digital World for good. Dunno if we're ever gonna get back to the human's world. Instead, I ended up here. It's not so bad. You had any of the food?

[His Mega form is a Demon Lord and associated with the sin of gluttony. It's no wonder the little Digimon can practically eat his weight in food. He's already sampled quite a bit of what they have on the tables.]

[Perhaps a slightly different history, but one no less upsetting in its similarities. Asgore listens with an expression of utter, genuine sympathy. It sounds just as difficult a time as monsters have had.]

Well. If monsters may someday break free and reach the surface, I think that you...Digimons may someday as well.

[Hope is an important thing to pass along, is it not?]

I have not! I fear it may be human food, which is...digestible, but not always pleasant for a monster to eat. It does not convert to energy promptly.

I hope so. I got friends now on the other side. Never had those before 'n I wanna see them again. [He rests his cheek against the side of Asgore's head, lost in contemplation unusually quiet for a creature that was so brash and loud. He missed his friends, the Tamers and their Digimon. It was cruel to be separated from people he shared such a bond with.]

You mean you can't eat anythin'? [He shakes his head with the same grave air he'd use if Asgore had told him he had a terminal illness.] That's a shame, Goat Foot. The asparagus tastes just like pepperoni pizza!

I'm sure I could if I so chose. But, ah, I am not...terribly hungry.

[Truthfully, his appetite is not very high on his list of priorities at the moment. He had just stepped outside with the rest of monsters and finally seen the sun, and now he is...somewhere else. Somewhere else without a sky.

It would make him angrier were he not so very, very tired of it all.]

And, please. You may call me Asgore. Asgore Dreemurr.

[He need not mention the preface of "King." He doubts it holds much weight here.]

Asgore, huh? [He weighs the name against others he's heard.]

Yeah, I guess that'll do. [It's not going to stop him from coming up with at least three other nicknames for the king. It's just the way Impmon rolls.]

Why, yes. It is my name. I would think it...would do?

[He is not entirely sure what Impmon means by "that will do" but - presumably this means they are bonding? That, he thinks, is excellent!]

[He's getting along quite nicely with Asgore. It's a bit unusual for the Digimon. Most people tend to find him annoying after a bit. He reaches over and ruffles the king's hair in a playful manner.]

You could always change it if ya didn't like it. Digimon usually got names that describe 'em a little bit better than the weird ones humans give themselves. 'Course, when we digivolve, we get bigger 'n stronger, so we always need new names.

[Oh goodness, and now there is hair-ruffling being performed here. Asgore blinks very rapidly as he attempts to process this. It is a very dramatic shift for him, you must understand. He has not had his hair ruffled since he was a tiny thing.]

Oh, no! That would be far too confusing for the rest of the monsters.

[Stick around Impmon and things will only get weirder for the king. He's an odd little thing at the best of times.]

Suit yourself. Hey, can you do me a solid and head over to where the pies are? I haven't tried any of 'em yet an' I'm starting to get a little bit on the peckish side again.

[He could go over himself, but there's always the chance someone will step on him before he gets there.]

Certainly!

[He is well-accustomed to carrying smaller monsters on his shoulders. A...smaller monster, that is. A smaller monster and a smaller human.

It is a memory streaked with a bittersweet longing, but he sets it carefully aside. He would be well pleased to help what is turning out to be a friend of some kind.

He leans forward when he reaches the table, trying to ignore the painful twisting in his gut when he sees them arrayed there, pies so like the ones that Tori liked to make. None of them, at least, have the familiar smell of butterscotch-cinnamon. He is not sure how he would have taken it.]

Have you a preference for human food?

I just got a preference for food, period. Digivolution takes a lot of energy an' data to do. Any fuel in the tank can help it out.

[Impmon regards the pies, selecting one that appears to be cherry. Hopping down for a moment, he cuts himself a slice that's as doubly wide as the ones other people seem to be taking. Then he resumes his position on Asgore's shoulder.

He takes a bite and is pleasantly surprised to discover it tastes like a cheeseburger. He's actually mindful of the amount of crumbs he's spilling, brushing them gently off Asgore's fur when they fall.]

[At least he is polite about it. Asgore, for his part, samples nothing. Pies are an unfortunately somewhat emotionally painful thing for him to bear witness to, even now. He cannot help but feel foolish about it, but there is no helping how he reacts, is there?]

Ah. I suppose that would make sense. Monster food immediately converts to energy upon consumption. It is made of magic, so it never spoils.

[Impmon continues gnawing at his cherry cheeseburger, happily oblivious to any emotional discomfort Asgore might he going through. He's about as empathetic as a brick.]

Cool! Sounds like you got your food situation sorted out right smart. So you got magic where you're from? Can you actually do magic?

Oh, yes. All monsters are made of it.

[To demonstrate, he opens a huge paw. A large ball of flame forms there, warm and orange, hovering a few inches above the center of his palm.]

It is perfectly safe, if you would like to touch it. My kind of monster can temper our flames, to make them more safe for young monsters.

[Impmon's eyes grow big and round in childlike wonder. He holds a hesitant paw over the flames before he sticks his hand in, bracing himself in case it hurts. When it doesn't, he waves it back and through a few times.] Wow! I can do that too!

[He lifts up one finger and a small flame appears at the tip.] Except mine hurt. [He tosses it so it lands on the ground, away from anyone. It bursts with a small fizzle, leaving a little singed crater neatly behind.]

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