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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-06-10 11:31 am

Intro Log: Bird Brains

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for June
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: June 10th-16th
Warnings: Harpies, newbies, oddities!

You wake up on the floor of an old and crumbling structure, with nothing but open air between you and the odd cave ceiling far above you. Unfortunately, this means that you're in Hadriel, a lovely cave city with lovely inhabitants- some of whom you'll probably be meeting in a few minutes! Around you are others who have woken up at roughly the same time as you, who are probably just as confused as you are- but you might want to team up with them, because there are dark shapes lurking ominously above you...

These dark shapes just so happen to be harpies, half-bird, half-women monsters who definitely have more emphasis on the 'monster'- you'll find no beautiful women here, unless you're into razor sharp claws and teeth that hunger for human flesh. Maybe that's your thing!

Alongside you on the ground are also a strange assortment of finger puppets, some of which may have faces that look like yours! What a novelty gift!

After you've got a puppet on each finger, you're free to start heading outside!. Once you find your way out of the colosseum there's plenty of other distractions. Feel free to go 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 June 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!
circumitus: I honestly wish I could say that I was surprised. (so you threw a sword at me last night)


[personal profile] circumitus 2017-06-10 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, it's finally happened. Someone sure one-upped Rey's unsightly eating habits. While she has been known from time to time to stuff her face, even she knows better than to litter the whole place. That's just rude.

Rey was already in the store when Jack showed up. It's no big deal -- people should be coming around, either confused or angry or in whatever state they were in from before ending up here. And it's not the first time she's seen someone help themselves to whatever's on the shelves right then and there.

Soon she makes her way around Jack's way, brows raising at him in dull surprise.

"You look hungry."

No shit.
wynand: (theres thios bitch)

[personal profile] wynand 2017-06-10 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
He reacts immediately, uncoiling to heft the wrench upwards, bracing it on the heel of his opposite palm in preparation to strike if needed. A bottle of something or another smashes onto the ground in his haste, painting the floor in a clear, gelatinous liquid that smells strongly of disinfectant.

He eyes her carefully. Her features are undeniably scarred, yes, but no tumors blossom across her face, no cancerous growths swing bulbously over her eyes. She appears, for all intents and purposes - normal. Unscathed.

And splicers are seldom this coherent from the start.

A muscle in Jack's jaw twitches as he clenches it, shifting slightly to glance at the spattered, splashed remnants of his short-lived feast haloed about his feet. He has the good graces to look somewhat guilty over it; he's apparently unused to storages like this belonging to people who are still alive and sane enough to take issue with the theft.

"...is it yours?"
circumitus: You were in the girls bathroom yelling at some random chick because you thought she stole all the urinals. (that's why you were kicked out.)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-06-11 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Instinctively, Rey retreats a step back, just in case this guy proves to be even jumpier than he looks and decides to attack first.

But then he doesn't. It almost seems like he's relieved -- and, judging by the hellish places many of them here have come from, can he be blamed for it? Rey sure as hell wouldn't. She won't let herself get assaulted for no rhyme or reason, either.

She raises a brow at his query.

"No. Most of these stores are pretty much free-for-all," she says, matter-of-fact despite coming close to being potentially bludgeoned with a wrench seconds prior.
wynand: (and then you go underwaeter and)

[personal profile] wynand 2017-06-11 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
A free-for-all. Much like the entirety of Rapture, when it came down to it. The only people who would have protested the theft and appropriation of the abandoned food and weaponry were dead, or well on their way to it by splicing themselves up beyond all recognition.

At least he doesn't have to feel inconsolably guilty about it, in that case.

Jack only hesitates for a moment before regarding a packet of dried meat that he left open before Rey interrupted him. It crackles in his hands as he picks it up and - offers it to her with a questioning lift of his eyebrows.
circumitus: - XOXO dad (time to smoke my breakfast)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-06-12 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Not having to bother with currency would almost seem like an idea situation, if one didn't have to deal with the other setbacks that come with this place. As it is, Rey has since grown accustomed to the way of things here that it's become a clockwork habit.

She only blinks for a second or two when he raises the dried meat at her. To which Rey raises a hand and shakes her head.

"You look like you need it more." Pause. "Been awhile since you've eaten anything?"

Just a guess, based on his apparent ravenous appetite.
wynand: (you do things that)

[personal profile] wynand 2017-06-12 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Never know when you'll be able to next," he says, which is apparently the only explanation he has. He's not used to food simply being available whenever he's hungry, settling for scarfing whatever's within reach and hoping that will sustain him.

She doesn't seem to want it, so he starts tearing into it himself, greedily and without regard. The jerky disappears in record time; his metabolism apparently doesn't take issue with it.
circumitus: We know how you feel. (kid you're lost in the wheel)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-06-12 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Thing is, he's not entirely wrong. Given that there have been times where they were short on food, or the time Fear and Rage had tainted their meat, safekeeping a supply of goods is only prudent.

"Already have a personal stockpile at home. Am just here to pick up a few things," she replies plainly, as Jack helps himself to his own offering.

By all means, man.
wynand: (could be considered homosexual)

[personal profile] wynand 2017-06-12 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
She's prepared. And she has, evidently, a home to go back to. The elicits a furrowing of his brow as he eyes her in apparent confusion. The idea of having a permanent place to be is, likewise, something of a foreign concept. Not since the farm, did he -

A sepia-toned photograph flares in the back of his mind, well-worn faces smiling. It's happening again. He shuts his eyes, shakes his head to clear it. It doesn't mean anything. It doesn't mean anything.

"People live here," he says slowly, drawing the words out. He glances back at the collection of consumable items, still puzzled. "Why don't you run out?"
circumitus: I was worried that Michael Jackson was ordering takeout from heaven. (thank god they found balloon boy...)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-06-13 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
It's as much an alien concept to Rey as it appears in that look Jack is giving her.

His reaction following also rings familiar. She's seen that sort of thing before. Lived that sort of thing before. She grimaces, assuming that he's referring to the store supplies.

"Our 'generous' hosts make sure we're well-stocked, since they need us alive. We're no good to them if we starve to death." She cants her head, brow raised. "Well, for those of us who can starve."

Rey is, unfortunately, one of those who can't survive for long without food.
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wynand: (but who CARES)

[personal profile] wynand 2017-06-13 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
His grip on the wrench tightens. The audible scare quotes around the words generous don't put him very well at ease. The implications of using people like them for something are far from ideal. Jack's lips twist briefly in apparent disgust coupled with a familiar frustration.

He's no use to anyone dead, is he?

"Hosts?" The word is heavy with trepidation.
circumitus: its people like u that make people like me go to rehab. he has a lazy eye for christ sakes. (your girlfriend is a south jersey whore)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-06-13 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"They call themselves gods. Guess it's not too inaccurate, since they tend to make shit from nothing and bring back any of us who die, be it by our own stupidity or theirs. Again, we're useless to them dead."

Rey's conflicting views vary from god to god. If more of them were as honest as Sorrow and genuine as Delight, their situation might be different, and Rey wouldn't hold the same opinion of them.
wynand: (who fucking loves potatoes and then)

[personal profile] wynand 2017-06-13 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
No gods or kings in Rapture. Definitely no apotheosizing sorts, either. Bibles are contraband, and anyone who's caught under Andrew Ryan's watchful eye is suspect to be punished, strung up in Apollo Square. Or so the disjointed history of Rapture said, told in brief, scared snippets in the form of old, waterlogged audio diaries.

They call themselves gods. No guarantee that they are gods.

He digests that quietly. No Vita-Chambers down here, but gods will serve that function instead. That's not what nags at him.

"No splicers?" he asks, abruptly. That's what nags at him.

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-06-13 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Most people have their questions by now, or at least have them answered through word of mouth or their own phone. The query Jack produces then gets him a bemused look.

"Don't know what those are, so probably no."
wynand: (you can kill or save)

[personal profile] wynand 2017-06-13 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"ADAM addicts," he says, as if that will clarify anything. To demonstrate, he opens his left hand. A small flurry of sparks crawls out between his fingertips, the edges of his skin igniting in blistering orange-red, like live embers.

He shoots her an inquisitive look. As if that explains anything.
circumitus: You owe me waffles (sunrise bitch.)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-06-14 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that's--

--not too weird.

Rey has to think about it for a moment to realize how utterly unfazed she is about such a thing, but she is. The way his skin lights up isn't much different from her own, but she is reminded of Glow users who need the drug in order to simulate such an effect on their own skin. And it's a toxic one, too.

Of course, beyond the illuminating effect and intoxication, ardens aren't granted any special abilities that these 'splicers' this guy probably knows. He looks like he could throw more than just a few tiny sparks.

"No," she says again. "Have never seen one of those in this city before. That isn't to say they can't ever come in the same way you did, though."
wynand: (going to see your relatives)

[personal profile] wynand 2017-06-14 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
That's an answer that's both unsatisfying and unpleasantly informative. Jack's fingertips close into his palm, the soft orange light cooling into nothing as his hand drops back to his side. He's gone from one city to another; underwater to underground. No splicers, no ADAM, but instead great screaming bird-things and storefronts filled with food that apparently re-stocks itself so that they don't starve.

Immediate survival boils down to simply needing to fend away that which wants to kill him, and keep himself alive. It's a familiar plight. He can manage that well enough. It's the additional variables that have him worried.

"Other people from Rapture?" There's no mistaking the faint, hopeful lift to his tone. Atlas. Atlas could come through, and, and maybe he could explain what that board full of photographs meant, why he used that phrase and why it was stitched in red across the wall, what that diary meant, with him and Suchong. Because Atlas - he's a friend. He's helped Jack from the beginning. He can trust him.

He can.
circumitus: I CAN QUIT ANY FUCKING TIME I WANT. (i'm not drunk YOU'RE drunk)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-06-15 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
What an odd reaction. Almost as strange as someone being able to spit sparks from their fingertips...

No, think we've already established that that is pretty much par for the course as far as things around here go.

Rey shrugs.

"Maybe, but don't get your hopes up. Can't make any promises that they'll ever show... or stick around, for that matter."
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wynand: (these little bitches)

[personal profile] wynand 2017-06-15 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Or stick around? That certainly seems to have an effect. There's an almost boyish look of distress at that, perhaps looking misplaced in its childish shock. She sounds so nonchalant about it. Is she just so...so used to this that it doesn't matter to her?

After a while, you just get to be desensitized to what the world deals you. You get used to splicers. You get used to death. You get used to isolation, your only friend a voice on a short-wave radio.

You get used to losing people.

"What happens to them?"

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-06-15 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
The near childlike innocence of his reaction is almost surprising, but Rey finds she can chalk it up to almost anything. Call it shock, confusion, or what have you. People have their way of responding to their newfound situations​ differently.

"Usually they go wherever they came from, it seems. Was sent back once, just for a few weeks. Except not much time had passed here. That can happen sometimes."

wynand: (but who CARES)

[personal profile] wynand 2017-06-15 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"But you came back?" Does he ever finish what Atlas started for him? Does he kill the man who rules and runs Rapture, who called him, inexplicably, his greatest disappointment? Does that make this a temporary detour, a bump in the road, the same way Cohen's machinations at Fort Frolic were?

He needs to go back. He needs to, but - apparently he can't. It's simply not an option.

"The...those gods did this?"
circumitus: What could possibly go wrong? (11% beer and firearms)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-06-15 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Rey shakes her head. "Not directly. Fear opened the Door, but there's no point in asking them to send you back. They can't control who goes where and when."

Or they won't, in Sorrow's case. Unfortunately, however, Rey agrees with him. Unless they can figure out a way of helping those who are dead or worse off in their own world, she isn't eager to swing that Door open and sending everyone home. It's a selfish choice she's willing to make.
wynand: (going to see your relatives)

[personal profile] wynand 2017-06-15 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
No gods or kings. Maybe this is why, after all. He's never entertained the idea that God or gods could have power applied to the real world, affecting it, molding it. It's simply too alien a concept.

Was Ryan right about it? Just - some of it, maybe?

"I might...never go back?" The words are faint. It's hard to discern whether it's hope that lifts his tone or mournful realization.
circumitus: (i'm a jewel song away from suicide watch)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-06-16 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh. Maybe Rey isn't the best person to be having this discussion with, and yet she always seems to end up being That Person every other month or so. Why.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Some people go back home and have yet to return, and a few are still left who have been here since the Door first opened. Came to this place about a year and a half ago, personally."

No, she is not the shining ray of hope Hadriel deserves. Or maybe she is and that's just befitting of this place.
wynand: (youre this bitch ass guy with a sweater)

[personal profile] wynand 2017-06-16 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
It's been over a year for her. Even longer. That amount of time feels - insurmountable, for reasons he can't wholly discern. Which is ridiculous. He's spent most of his life on the farm (was there a farm?) and none of it's bothered him before. Years and years slogged by there, a life unremarkable but for the idle contentment it allowed him, and yet the thought of passing days in Rapture had been so tumultuous that it had seemed incredible, even then, that people could live there for longer. That people could live there for years.

That anyone could live here for years feels equally absurd, if only because that span of time feels immeasurable. He's used to existing on a minute by minute basis, hour by hour if he's lucky, and yet that's never been a given.

Jack's mouth flaps open and shut for a moment, soundlessly, before he's finally able to croak something out through his shock.

"This...really isn't Rapture anymore."

The words are very small.
circumitus: I was worried that Michael Jackson was ordering takeout from heaven. (thank god they found balloon boy...)

[personal profile] circumitus 2017-06-16 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, she's seen that look countless of times before. Not just in the shellshocked new fish on their first day in this freakish cave, but this level of alarm is not something that Rey believes herself to be equipped to deal with.

"It isn't. Thought that was pretty obvious by now," Rey says flatly, feeling like she's talking in circles in some way. Her shoulders sad and she sighs. "Look, am not very good with this sort of stuff, with... whatever it is you're going through. Everyone takes this shit in differently. 'This shit' being Hadriel, that is. As in, where you are right now. Cave shit."

Eloquent, Rey. Sign her up for a Pulitzer.
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