hadriel_logs | INTRO LOG: BLACK CATS & WALKING UNDER LADDERS

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for February.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-13th
Warnings: Fresh meat, creepy moving shadows, terrible luck, the screams of your loved ones.

Welcome to Hadriel, new friends. While waking up on the ground of a broken colosseum may not be the most pleasant arrival, you can at least find comfort in the fact that there's no giant monster immediately attempting to eat you. Plenty of the people already here will tell you that they weren't quite so lucky. But - wait. Is that something moving in the shadows, or is it just your imagination?

Of course it's not just your imagination. That would be way too easy. No, arriving along with everyone this time are wraiths, vengeful spirits that enjoy darkness, shadows, and misery. On the plus side, they won't try to kill you. On the minus side, their touch chills you and saps your energy, as well as inflicting a temporary curse of awful luck. Anything that can go wrong, will, including (and especially) things that might kill you. Wraiths are subtle and sneaky, so be sure to watch your back. That shadow isn't just a shadow.

Compounding the confusion the wraiths can cause, you just might wake up to the sound of chattering voices - only to be quite alone. A small flock of jabberjays has come through the Door as well. These genetically engineered birds are capable of mimicking entire human voices and conversations - as well as screams of terror and pain. Initially only in the arena and bringing only conversations from their world, they'll soon settle throughout the city and begin to learn the voices of those living in Hadriel. Your best friend screaming bloody murder just a street over? It could be them, or it could just be one of these lovely birds. Don't let it stress you out.

Once you've escaped the colosseum, hopefully without accidentally impaling yourself on your own weapon, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers February 10th-13th.
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[ Gansey follows the boy's movements with a raised eyebrow and a curious expression. Clearly, the art of conversation is lost on this one. He'll have to be more direct. ]

Not that I've seen, but I wasn't foraging for food in the first place. If you find beer, let me know. I wouldn't hate that.

[ He might as well appear at least somewhat congenial.

Then, pointedly: ]

I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name. Who are you?

[oh, well, if you're gonna insist then, gansey. cliff huffs out another exasperated breath and darts a quick look in his direction before answering.] Clifford.

[don't you dare say anything about his name.]

What're you looking for if you're not looking for food? [he asks after a stretch of silence because, honestly, there's nothing to do around here, cliff hadn't actually thought it possible to find a place more boring than podunk but clearly he was wrong.]

Clifford.

[ Gansey doesn't make fun. That's a name that would fit in quite well around Aglionby. He's also definitely heard worse. See also: his own full name. He smiles. ]

I'm after a journal. Or, failing it, at least some sort of binder. Something to record what I find out about this place, until I can discover a way home. There's the phones, I know, but I've always worked better on paper.

[his name might fit in around aglionby, but cliff himself almost certainly wouldn't. or he would, but in the worst possible way.

cliff wrinkles his nose in a pretty clear showing of what he thinks about gansey's answer.]

Why the hell would you want to waste your time with something like that? It's not gonna get you out of here any fucking quicker and it's definitely not going to save your life when something tries to eat you out here, not unless you're planning on shoving it down some bastard's throat when they try.

[ Gansey lifts his eyebrows, smile still in place. He doesn't look offended. ]

I want it so that I can record everything I find out. Knowledge is power. If we ever want to get out of here, we need to research. We need to make plans, and you can't make credible plans without information.

And I'm writing it because, apparently, I was already here for months, and now I remember none of it. Nor does my phone. So I'll put down what I find on something tangible, like paper, and then if this happens again, I'll read back into my work.

[ Crouching down again, he resumes his search. It's slow going, but he'll get there. He knows the kind of thing he wants. ]

What is it you're after?

[wow, just wow. cliff really can't help but roll his eyes the moment that trite little phrase comes out of gansey's mouth, and the little motivational speech that follows doesn't help his attitude any either.

though the bit about being here before and not remembering anything... that certainly catches cliff's attention.]

Pretty sure that power is power and knowledge is just something you use to figure out what you got hit with after the fact. [cliff tells him sourly, kicking aside a small display on the ground with little concern about whether he damages it in the process.] To make yourself feel better for being fucking useless.

I don't know. [he says with an irritable sigh.] Something to make this place be a little bit less fucking boring maybe.

[ Gansey lifted his eyebrows. He didn't contradict Cliff again, though. He stood by what he said; knowledge was power, especially in a place like this. He was in the position of knowing painfully little, and he was quite invested in it not staying that way. ]

I'm only useless for as long as it takes for me to work out how to be useful.

[ He glances up with a slight smile. ]

Besides which, researching this place will keep me entertained.

How long have you been here, by the way? Have you ever left and returned again?

Sounds like something a useless person would say. [cliff says flatly, then crouches down in front of a stack of... something weird that manages to catch his eye.

if there's at least one thing he can say about this place it's weird, and not in that creepy pleasantville kind of way that places like podunk liked to pretend to be. at least this place is honest about its weird.]

Couple days I guess. [he turns his head in gansey's direction and raises an eyebrow at him.] You just said you didn't remember being here before, what makes you think that I would?

[ Gansey shrugs. This boy seems like he's angling for a fight. Luckily enough, Gansey has considerable experience of dealing with boys like that. ]

You may not; but if you had left and did remember, that would be worth noting. I never like to assume.

[ There's a slight note of and you shouldn't assume, either to that, because Gansey can't quite help himself. Finally, he manages to extract what looks like a small notebook. It's strangely shaped; hexagonal, with lines drawn in a spiral inside. Still, it's the best thing he's found yet. Pleased, he stands up. ]

This will work nicely. Have you found anything worth keeping, Clifford?

[don't even start trying to scold cliff, even silently. or things are going to get real hard real fast for you.] I couldn't care less what you like to do.

[he winces slightly at the name drop and reflexively tells him:] Cliff, jesus christ, don't call me Clifford it sounds fucking awful coming out of your mouth.

And I don't know what this fucking thing is, honestly.

[ Lifting his eyebrows, Gansey rolls his shoulder. ]

Cliff, then.

[ He has what he came for. He moves towards the door, journal in hand, and he taps it against his leg. ]

Good luck with your search.

[cliff just rolls his shoulders and doesn't bother to follow gansey's motion with his head, just throws up a strangely casual middle finger in the other boys direction like he's waving him off instead of flipping him off.

his voice is pretty calm and mostly disinterested as well.]

Whatever, try not to get eaten while you're busy writing in your diary.

INTRO LOG: BLACK CATS & WALKING UNDER LADDERS

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