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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-02-10 09:35 am

Intro Log: None Hadriel With Left Shark

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for February
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-16th
Warnings: Shark week


Once more, new arrivals will wake up on the ground level of the ruined colosseum. There isn't anything particularly comforting about it, either- everything is a bit cold and impersonal and there is, of course, the fact that nobody remembers just how they managed to wind up here in the first place. That can all be explained in time, though- until then, you've got quite a bit on your plate already.

And why is that? Well, that may be because you're also surrounded by sharks.

Yes, on land.

It doesn't mean that they're totally incapacitated though- you still have your two headed sharks, your giant sharks, and your sharktopus that are more than capable of flopping in your general direction before taking you into a death roll. And don't forget the (far more dangerous) sand sharks, capable of swimming through the ground as if it were water itself. You might want to start to find a life raft high ground soon.

But hey, if you manage to get away from the sharks, feel free to help yourself to one of the odd food shaped blankets. These cozy comforters are perfect for your new bed, but they tend to carry a faint scent of the food they represent, so be sure not to sleep on an empty stomach!

Listen to the Jaws theme, grab a harpoon, and get cozy! On your way to safety, make sure to 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 February 10th-16th.
► 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!
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[personal profile] amos_moses 2017-02-20 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)

"Ah. Good choice." Amos helps her up, then shrugs the AK-47 over his shoulder to a better position. "Don't think we'll need but we might. Like I said, I can't convince them we ain't lunch. Just that we'd be a really big fight. An' most predators like easy pickin's."

Amos has never been able to convince any predator that he wouldn't be a tasty snack. He's not sure if that's a reflection of his tiny talent - he's barely on the scale of supernatural powers at all - or something else. All he knows is he can generally secure a working relationship of anything else will be easier prey but that doesn't always stand. There's a reason he prefers working with prey animals. Less chance of them trying to eat him.

He re-balances his weight and starts walking, a good pace but still slightly limping. Man his ankle stings now.

dedikated: (ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʀʏ)

[personal profile] dedikated 2017-02-24 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Well. It's something. She's sick of fighting, has been for years. Hadriel forces that old instinct out of her at times, brings forth the things Kate would rather forget she knows how to do, and getting out of the Colosseum without destroying everything - as she would have been ordered to, once upon a time, in Undergrounds that are far more cramped than this - is one of the few luxuries she's afforded.

"Long as we can get out," she mutters, keeping pace with his even if her limbs ache to use her full speed. It's a desire that's never fully curbed, so many people here are too slow. "You missed a lot." A lot. Of course he did. Hadriel changes from week to week, from month to month.
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[personal profile] amos_moses 2017-02-26 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Did I? Care to fill me in, sugar?" Amos asks, as he walks. He does try to keep it at a brisk walk, which means he's visibly limping, but he's not bleeding so the sharks aren't as interested as they could be. He looks up suddenly as a jabberjay screams with a human voice and buzzes him.

"Hey sugar!" he calls with delight. The jay banks and dives back at him, pulling up at the last minutes to land on his shoulder.

"No crumbs right now, sorry, but I'll give you some later."
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[personal profile] dedikated 2017-03-01 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
She doesn't think she'll ever enjoy the Jabberjays and their mimickry, but Kate doesn't jump, doesn't show anything more than vague tension in her shoulders when the thing screams. It's been too long, and even if she hates this environment with the itch that never properly lets up, the familiarity sinks into her bones by now and-

Well, a shouting bird is far less cause for concern than the sharks.

"After we check that ankle out," she answers as they come to one of the doors that will eventually lead outside.
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[personal profile] amos_moses 2017-03-04 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's just sprained real bad. It'll heal." As long as he stops hobbling on it, which he should have a chance to do now....

"Aaaand I took my boot off yesterday an' it took three of us to get it back on so, uh, later, that weren't fun."

Yes he sounds a little sheepish, he did know better.
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[personal profile] dedikated 2017-03-09 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Knowing better or not, Kate's still going to give a disapproving look, as though she's never done anything stupid or worked on an injury that needs rest.

"Y'can rest in th' clinic until it's better," she offers, taking a slower pace as they make their way through the tunnels, still alert, hand still near her weapons just in case.

You never know.
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[personal profile] amos_moses 2017-03-14 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Aaaactually it'll probably be better if I don't," Amos answers, grimacing as a thought occurs to him. "I should probably go get the gods to make sure I'm not carryin' that damn virus with me. Mother Mary."

He certainly hopes he's not carrying the virus. He hasn't been bitten but he's been wading through a lot of zombie gore for the past week.
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[personal profile] dedikated 2017-03-17 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"What virus?" Her tone's wary, considering just what that means. The last thing this place needs is widespread illness, a virus they can't control.

Thank god they are, at least, approaching the exit.
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[personal profile] amos_moses 2017-03-22 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fuckin' Ebola virus. Popped up an epidemic in Africa, some damn rebel army with a voodoo practitioner decided to fuckin' overthrow the government with plague-zombies," Amos informs her, disgust in his tone for many reasons: mainly, he doesn't approve of biological warfare or zombies. "We've been stranded in Liberia's back brush for a month now, trying to get back to civilization an' resupply the relief efforts."

Though it had only gotten bad since a week ago, when they's been flanked and pinned down by a group of rebels. Amos deliberately tries to imply he's working with the epidemic relief efforts: better she think he's a reckless good Samaritan than what he's actually doing, which is illegally running guns on behalf of the yakuza as hired by corrupt officials in the Liberian government.
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[personal profile] dedikated 2017-03-26 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Kate blinks as she steps out of the Colosseum, her face otherwise impassive, but shoulders curling in slightly, as if she's resisting the urge to rub her temples in exhausted frustration.

(Because she is.)

"Great. Aye. Go." They're out, now he needs to get checked by someone who knows what plague zombie illnesses would look like. "Don't need you infectin' people."
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[personal profile] amos_moses 2017-03-27 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Righto, sugar. Watch out, sharks will try to explore you with their mouths with me gone. People don't stand up well to test-biting, funny how that goes," Amos reports, as he starts towards Hope's temple. It's not a fast pace but it's steady. And really most of the sharks, having fed on their slaughtered brethern, are less hungry and more curious. Which is still dangerous in a half-ton predator with no exploring thumbs.