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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-03-29 08:49 am

Event Log: Oh Shit (B side)

Who: All the characters in Group B
What: The event log for Group B
Where: The right side of the city
When: The evening of March 28th-April 9th
Warnings: You're safe! But you're starving. Soon enough you'll be attacked by monsters, which will probably change both of those.

March 28th brings many changes into the city. First of all, that loving, dopey feeling? Gone. But you don't have too much time to mourn your affectionate side because, in addition to the humiliation of being voted in last, Love is also getting their personalized event overshadowed by the first major citywide disaster of Hadriel.

On the evening of the 28th, the city splits itself into two for some reason, isolating the left and right halves of the city. In the right half, if anyone tried to figure out where the other half of the city went, they'd find themselves staring down a massive rock wall- which is unfortunate, because this is the unlucky side without Hope. That means that after the split occurs, the lights flicker and die, the network takes far longer to get up, and what few stores there are will no longer be stocked with food.

The first two are solved within a couple of extra hours- dim lighting and profoundly glitchy network access will be created, particularly when attempting to contact anyone on the other side of the city. As if that isn't enough, without Hope there is no new food being stocked in the stores at first, and what is there isn't exactly being kept fresh and will run out within just a couple of days. Eventually, Love will try to substitute a replacement, but the bulk necessary to actually effectively feed everyone just isn't there, so enjoy your prolonged starvation!

That seems to be the main thing to worry about it until March 30th when the monsters begin to push and prod at Confusion's ineffective barriers and break through into the main city, where delicious meals (read: you) await them. The flow of monsters from the bestiary into the caves will seem almost unending, as we're stocked up on 18 months worth of them (and any/all offspring they may have created during that time).

Try to hunt some of them if you can, but watch out for the poisonous ones! It won't take long for hunger and thirst to start to settle in, so you might want to act fast. Additionally, since Hope is not present, there will be no revivals until the end of the event. You can deal with a minor permadeath setting, right?

► This log covers March 28th-April 9th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you die of starvation or animal mauling, please let us know here.
survivorsguilt: (➽ check out my gungun)

ellie | ota + closed to sans & pell

[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2017-03-31 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
28th | lights down - open

[The lights flicker and blink out of existence, and Ellie feels her heart sink to her shoes. There is no feasible way this could be good news.

The network makes short work of cluing her into what's going on, and like many others, Ellie's first move is to head in a determined beeline to the wall. She itches with the urge to break. To destroy. But what the fuck can one girl do to a ridiculous, huge rock wall, right?

Her anger at Fear bubbles over and she lashes out, kicking the rocks with her sneaker and instantly wincing in pain. For once, she doesn't curse. She just growls, picks up a small piece of debris, and throws it aimlessly at the wall.

Shockingly, nothing happens.]

1st | and curtains - closed to sans & later pell

[It's not the first time Ellie has had to go without, but it is the first time she's had absolutely nothing. Nowhere to scavenge. Nowhere to go. It's beginning to wear at her.

All the same, she offers Sans a friendly (albeit tired) wave, glad they've made the decision to stick together the next few nights. She would never say as much out loud, but it'll make her feel better to have a presence by her side, especially with all these monsters suddenly lurking about the city.]

So. Where we gonna stay?

[She yawns halfway through the words, loud and body shaking.]
skelebro: (what the fuck is a sans)

just fuck me up

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-03-31 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[She's a good kid, Ellie. Got the same sorta iron core that keeps Chara and Frisk going, long when they should'a dropped down from exhaustion. He's only really got the blessing on his fibula to thank, in terms of the energy reserves he's had to keep going. At least he ain't cuttin' into anybody's food supply.

He's got no doubt that if he switched the thing off, he'd be out like a light. Best figure some place to bunk down.]

Clinic's probably our safest bet. You look pretty bone tired to me.
survivorsguilt: (➽ castle in the sky)

rip in pieces

[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2017-04-01 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[She nods quickly, unable to think of any argument. They'd be close to supplies, indoors, and in a place she's familiar enough with to defend relatively well. Cool. Her feet drag along the ground as they head off.]

You got no idea.

[An awkward handle of seconds pass before she realises it was a pun.]

Oh- oh. Ha ha. Yeah.
skelebro: (i've been waiting by your grave)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-04-01 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[You can always count on good ol' Sans to make a tasteless joke at the worst possible time. Which is always, generally. It's the only thing he's good at, aside from remembering that which he desperately tries not to.]

Aw, c'mon. No appreciation for my painstakingly thought-out -

[He breaks off, his eyesocket tracking something twitching in his peripheral vision. Something lean and doglike.

His grin stiffens around the edges, a brief, almost imperceptible tightening of something in the absence of actual tensing muscle.]

I'm thinkin' we better hurry, actually.
survivorsguilt: (➽ stranger things)

[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2017-04-01 08:56 am (UTC)(link)

[Not like Sans to cut himself off. Or to sound so tense. Ellie raises an eyebrow and turns to look at him. In the corner of her vision, she sees a flash of something; spiny and fast. ]

Oh, fuck. Come on. Really?

[She picks up speed immediately, knowing all the while that a light jog isn't about to save them any trouble. Ellie digs out her switchblade and flicks it open, hissing to Sans as though whatever is out there could understand her.]

Got any idea of a headcount? I can't tell.
skelebro: (how bout i do anyway)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-04-01 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[He moves fast. Faster than maybe he's ever moved in his life. Thank Delight for the bright spark in his SOUL that galvanizes him into actually shifting it. Feeling normal. Feeling like someone who's not liable to snap and break down at the slightest misstep. It's a hell of a drug, right?]

Looks like just the one.

[He'd nip out to check, but that white head of his is pretty distinctive. Maybe he could...if he could hold it...

Better idea: just cut out the middle man entire and send 'em both to the clinic direct.]

But, uh, might know a shortcut. Save us the grief?
survivorsguilt: (➽ alien)

[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2017-04-03 10:23 am (UTC)(link)
Alright, yeah. Good idea.

[Better than anything she's got, anyway. Ellie slows a little, waiting for Sans to point the way.

That's when she learns there is not just the one.

On the path ahead of them, two of the doglike monsters pace into sight, low to the ground and snarling. The sound of it isn't anything close to doglike. Ellie can't be certain that either one is the creature she spotted. She tenses up tighter than a coiled spring, beginning to think maybe her pistol is a better idea after all, limited ammo be damned. Her heart begins to burn with panic when another awful, otherworldly sound echoes from somewhere behind them.]

Oh, Christ. Oh, fuck. Sans, we need to move. Which way is it?
skelebro: (shit boi i d i e)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-04-03 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh god.

He's gotta get 'em outta here, stat. The low, snarling of jaws pulled back in a threatening series of growls to either side, in front of them, behind them. A chill digs its nails into his spine, and one hand automatically slips out of his jacket's pocket to catch at Ellie's sleeve.]

Less a direction and more of a -

[One feeler out to deftly twist space around have 'em end up someplace that's else, and that's when one of the things pounces. He skates to the side outta reflex - too far away from Ellie to actually take the damn shortcut with her in it.

Once, he might'a called that a crying shame and taken it anyway.

But Arya hacked a wet spray of black blood onto the floor, thanked him for staying with her. Frisk clung to him like a lifeline. Chara let him steady 'em until they were ready to keep going, breathing in.

He's pushing it, but that's just about all he does. He pushes things 'till they can't be pushed any further.]

Shit. Ellie, take my -

survivorsguilt: (➽ the last stand)

[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2017-04-04 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[She twists away in the opposite direction, letting instinct guide her as she slashes long and clean across the things side. Her hand is soaked. If it makes a sound, she doesn't hear it. There's a filter in her mind, one that dulls Sans' words and amplifies the disconcertingly gentle pattering of paws across ground, growing rapidly closer.

Ellie spins on her heels, sees the second creature closing in on Sans; there's another coming in from the left- is that one she cut open even phased? They're so much bigger than she thought at a glance.

They aren't getting out of this. No fucking shortcut can help them now, not unless it's a miracle fucking hole in the ground. She doesn't have any handy nail-bombs, no cache of ammunition to save her ass. The least she can do, Ellie realises with a sick lurch in her stomach, is give Sans a chance.

He reaches out to her, speaks her name. Ellie breaks his gaze. She whistles, loud and long to hopefully catch their attention, and whips out her pistol. Seven, she thinks distantly. Better make them count.

One, into the belly of the closest to Sans. Two, into the head of a third, and she thinks maybe that one actually does go down. Heat tears down her leg, and she knows instantly she's made a mistake.

Watch your back, kiddo.

Ellie screams, and it sounds like a stranger to her own ears. She hits the ground hard, twists, kicks and shoots - three- blindly, relief flooding her as she's met with a wounded howl, four, and silence. She doesn't even try to stand, just drags herself around to face Sans and get back to clearing a way out, impossibly angry at the world when he's still standing there.]

Go! Fucking go! I've got your back!

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readytobe: (I'm in no state to judge you)


[personal profile] readytobe 2017-03-31 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[In fairness, "throw rocks" is a good solution if the rocks are big enough! Or at least that's what Mewtwo was hoping when he tried it. Alas, he had about as much luck as Ellie. His second thought is to find a gap somewhere - so that's why he's hovering three feet in the air and slowly traversing the length of the wall, looking over every crack for a spot of weakness. He hangs back and watches her for a minute, before her frustration - mirroring his own, to be quite honest - prompts him to speak up.]

You will injure yourself if you continue.
survivorsguilt: (➽ what the fuckle)


[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2017-04-01 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Her head whips around to face him, wild and angry. Shock at his appearance and the way he's hovering crosses her expression for only a moment, before she scowls again.]

Yeah, well. Who gives a shit. Obviously not-

[Another rock is thrown, this one heftier.]

-the so called god that did this.
synthedick: (♣ vision of the future)


[personal profile] synthedick 2017-03-31 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Nick's been patrolling the wall for a while now, his mind less worried about the folks on this side and more concerned with those he knows are on the other. He can't stay in his own little world forever though, not when there are others struggling with the sudden divide just as much as he is.

Or at least that's what he assumes is going on when he comes upon a girl hurling debris at the wall, given the absolute futility of such an act. He sighs -- a breath he didn't need, of course -- and speaks up as he approaches her, hoping not to startle her too badly. He knows how spooky his glowing eyes can be in the darkness.]

I'm guessing you've got friends on the other side, too.
survivorsguilt: (➽ pushing daisies)

[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2017-04-01 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[She does jump a little, but just buries any embarrassment under another layer of anger. It's fine. A good strategy.]

No, I'm pissed off because I hate rocks.

[Yikes. Sorry, Nick.]
synthedick: (♣ far from home)

[personal profile] synthedick 2017-04-01 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't help but smirk a little at her sharp answer.]

I wouldn't blame you for hating one big rock in particular.

[With his hands still in his coat pockets, he gives the earthen wall a kick himself before letting out another sigh. It's as sturdy as ever.]

I was hoping to find some crack in this thing, some way to the other side. No luck so far.
survivorsguilt: (➽ stranger things)

[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2017-04-02 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[She sighs too, long and tired. Nick's doing a good job of reminding her that she's directing her anger unfairly.]

Yeah. Sturdy as fuck. What a surprise!

[The rage is starting to lean a lot closer to sounding miserable.]
synthedick: (♠ data recovery)

[personal profile] synthedick 2017-04-02 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[It sure is. He takes a few steps closer, concern coloring his mechanical features.]

Who is it?

[He might as well ask. Or hell, maybe she's just mad at the gods for this mess in the first place. He can understand that.]
survivorsguilt: (➽ to kill a mockingbird)

[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2017-04-04 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[She glances at him and just sighs, already growing used to the colorful citizens of Hadriel at this point. There are bigger things going on.]

A friend. And a kid. I'm worried about them.

[That's not all of it, but it's all she's comfortable saying. Ellie doesn't like being left behind.]

synthedick: (♣ where you belong)

[personal profile] synthedick 2017-04-05 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
The closest thing I have to a family in this place.

[Or that he's ever had -- the synthetic him, anyway.]

She's no kid and can take care of herself most of the time, but I'm worried about her, too. We've seen a lot of things happen to this city, but this is the first time we've ever been split off like this.

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manspreading: (03)


[personal profile] manspreading 2017-04-04 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ He can't get in touch with Prompto. That tells him all he needs to know, really. He should be a mature adult and handle things reasonably, think of a plan and start making himself useful. He could do that, or he could blow off some steam first.

Yeah, that's way more Gladio's style. The lights might be out but he can still spot Ellie in the dark, working fruitlessly at her "task."

She's a kid, Gladio. Maybe you should be nice.

That tiny-ass rock ain't gonna do shit to this thing. You know that, right?

[ jk Gladio's shit at being nice, he stands hugely above her, arms crossed like he's her dad or something. Rude as fuck. ]
survivorsguilt: (➽ what the fuckle)


[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2017-04-10 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is fine. She's more than used to rude as fuck adults. Ellie scowls at Gladio and eyes off his Dad™ stance.]

No fucking shit? I thought the whole wall was about to come tumbling down.

[As if to accentuate her point, she tosses another rock and watches with no shortage of sarcastic awe as it does absolutely nothing.]
manspreading: (13)

I was late too NO WORRIES...

[personal profile] manspreading 2017-04-11 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, she's got quite a mouth on her. ]

Yeah, that'd be nice, wouldn't it?

[ Gladio clenches his fists and grabs one of the larger rocks. It's useless to throw them, yeah, but that doesn't stop him from throwing one too. He's angry, mostly at himself, but the wall too. ]

Goddamn wall shows up out of nowhere... How the hell are we supposed to deal with this?
survivorsguilt: (➽ the last stand)

[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2017-04-16 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[She sure does.

When he joins her in venting, Ellie is quick to redirect her anger back to the wall.]

Well, staying angry will help one of the 'Gods', right?

[She scoffs, and starts trying to pick up a rock even larger than Gladio's. It's clearly too heavy for her, but she just growls and keeps trying.]
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manspreading: (09)

[personal profile] manspreading 2017-04-18 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Please, tiny child. Let Gladio help you with that. It's not a competition (I mean, it totally is now) ]

Who even knows? I swear those assholes just keep messing with us for fun.

[ Barring the rock help, he goes ahead and calls his sword into existence... well, except that it's not working because Regis is on the other side. He waves his hand several times, but nope. Nothing. ]

What the hell? Magic's cut off too?
survivorsguilt: (➽ what the fuckle)

[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2017-04-19 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Tell me about it! Who the fuck do they think they are, anyway?

[Well. They're, uh. They're Gods.

Ellie gives up on the rock before he can do anything to help her, and almost, almost kicks it. She thinks better of it at the last second, and growls with frustration instead, scuffing her shoe against the ground.]

What were you planning to do? Set some rocks on fire? [She thinks of what she's seen of Prompto's magic.] Shoot them?
manspreading: (05)

[personal profile] manspreading 2017-04-23 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I was gonna throw my sword at it, but I guess I'm shit out of luck.

[ That just makes him angrier though. Now he's really fucked, cut off from Noct and Regis... ]

Fuck, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse.

[ Wait till you hear that Ardyn's on your side, buddy. ]

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