hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Busy Little Bees

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for July
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: July 10th-16th
Warnings: Fun for kids of all ages!

Another day, another mysterious transportation to a strange and alien city inside a cave surrounded by monsters. Or maybe that's not normal for you? Weird! You awaken on the ground of a large arena, a stone ceiling stretching high above you. Welcome to Hadriel! Oh, but you aren't alone. That 'surrounded by monsters' bit? Yeah...

Do you hear a buzzing? Better start running now. Along with all the newbies, the Door has brought in quite a few tracker jackers. Wasps are already horrible, and these things are even worse. Bigger and much more dangerous than the insects they were genetically modified from, tracker jackers will sting anyone they think is a threat. Their stings cause extreme pain and hallucinations, and if you're stung too many times - well, that's it for you. You can try to calm them down with smoke, fight them, or just run like hell. Maybe you'll get lucky.

It's hard to fight if you don't have a weapon, though. But hey - you're in luck! Rage, who usually supplies the city with weapons, is currently gone, but the Door has provided you with some instead! That's right, you might find a sword, a gun, a bow and arrow, or an exotic foreign weapon to defend yourself with! Of course, they're all made of plastic and completely incapable of hurting anything. Have fun!

Let's hope your legs are faster than those wasps, and you survive your first few minutes in Hadriel. After you've 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 July 10th-16th.
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Pell blinks in surprise, confusion -- Will was holding him, was bent so close his hair was brushing Pell's forehead. Who are you and what have you done with Will? he thinks, his hands gripping the man's shirt. Still holding on like Will could vanish.

"I know it's not your fault... I should have been glad you were home but I just missed you." And he's glad Will's back, fairly obviously. His smile is warm and happy, but fades a little when Will says he doesn't want to be healed. Who does he want to see them first? Why? It happened at home, so he must be talking about Hannibal... Pell's mind works at that, tries to make sense of it and fails. It's not his business, though, Will will tell him if he wants to.

His eyes flutter closed as well and he just lets himself enjoy the warmth of Will's hands for a moment. "Alright. Come to me after? I've got Winston back at the house... your dog is quite the escape artist, you know."

Two years had passed since he'd last set eyes on Pell. In that time, Will had done a lot more than simply touch another person. He'd had an unborn child, a wife and adopted son. He could smile and laugh more, no longer haunted by nightmares that made him sleepwalk and sweat all throughout the night. Will had grown, he's learned how to express himself. Sure, he could be overwhelmed, he was still an empath and with it came the overload of feelings. His twitching and nervousness could always rear their ugly heads in the right circumstances.

"In all honestly, Pell... I'd rather be here than back home right now." It was true. Hannibal had been about to cut into his skull and expose his brain. There was a frying pan heating at the side of the table and three places set. Had Will not been so heavily drugged at the time, he would have sworn he was the main course. He couldn't tell Pell that, not yet at least.

Nodding and finally letting Pell's head go, tracing his hands down Pell's shoulders and arms until his hands once more slipped into Pell's. "I will, I promise." He smiled, tipping his head so to better see his friends face. At the news of Winston still being here and his mischief, Will laughed. "He's always been a handful. Tends to run off whenever I do. I'm surprised you were able to keep him in one place. I'm impressed."

"It doesn't look like home was kind to you, at the moment." He squeezes Will's hands, looking at the cut on his head, wondering what injuries are hidden under his clothes to make him wince as he did when hugged. Debating whether or not to ask. Finally, gently, he does. "What happened? Another murderer?"

He nodded softly to Pell's questions. Eyes cast downwards before looking back into Pells. "I wanted, no, needed to know something about someone, so to better my understanding of them." Hopefully, Pell would accept that, he knew Will, he knew what it was like for him when other people's emotions and motived were concerned.

"In my investigation, I was pushed from a moving train, later I was shot by the same woman... And then there's this." Lightly touching the straight-line of a cut that wept blood slowly across the right-hand side of his forehead. "I really am okay, Pell. Just a little battle damaged."

"That sounds like more than a little." But he's not going to push, as long as Will's promised to come back to him for healing later. Pell reaches up and pulls Will's hand from the cut -- don't touch, it'll bleed more. Head wounds are a bitch like that. "Will you tell me? After you've shown him what you need to." He hesitates, just guessing but. "He asked after you, when you disappeared."

Will tipped his head back, chip up and a small smirk on his lips, as Pell pulled his curious hand away from the wound. It was nice to be fussed over for a change. Sure, Hannibal would stitch up any wound he'd caused, but there was a kindness in Pell's worry that warmed Will.

"He did? He's still here then... That's good, that's what I need."

Pell wasn't stupid, he knew Will and Hannibal had some kind of complicated relationship back home, they worked together and lived together here in Hadriel. There was no point in lying to Pell. After some thought Will closed his eyes and nodded his head.

"You know what, I think I'll take you up on that offer now after all. I mean, it's not like my wounds are going to completely vanish if you heal them a little, right?"

Pell tilts his head, considering that. They're mostly superficial, not the sort of thing he'd need more than one session for, and in that case they would vanish completely. But Will has a motive here. One that Pell doesn't understand quite yet.

"I suppose I don't have to heal them all the way, no. You'll scar, though."

Intro Log: Busy Little Bees

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