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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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

They only have the basics here and not much by way of mixers, but Drake's not complaining. It's a remarkably well stocked place considering. He makes himself a long island as well and circles back around to sit beside Ephemera, this time facing out and resting his elbows behind him on the bar. There are more people coming in now, whether that's normal or they just saw the signs is anyone's guess.

"Yeah they don't taste as bad as they really, really should," he jokes, "considering what's in it. I'm surprised you've never had one before."

He drinks a little slower, getting used to the taste. It's different. Not too sweet, but not bitter either. A good mix of things. Ephemera thinks he likes it. "The places I've been don't usually swing to mixed drinks. Vodka or die."

He nods solemnly. "I have had some really shitty vodka."

"Good to know that's an option. Liv likes vodka, but the good stuff." He glances over his shoulder and considers the simply marked bottle he poured from a moment ago, then looks back out at the dance floor. "I have a feeling she won't be too picky tonight, though."

Are they gonna get trashed before she shows up? Possibly.

Ephemera raises his glass in agreement. He's not feeling the alcohol yet, but give it time and he'll probably have a good night. "Considering how much crazy shit I've seen recently, I wouldn't blame her. How're you healing up, anyway?"

Drake pushes his sleeve up to show the worst of the stings -- the welts are down and the stitches are out, healing red spots on his skin marking where the stings were. He's healing remarkably fast. Perks of being a zombie.

"I think you can commence with the ass kicking. Nothing should reopen, anyway."

Yep, that left a mark. Ephemera sucks on his teeth. Still, it's healing up damn fast. Whatever voodoo this Will kid is pulling, it works. "Well all right then. We're in business."

He grins. Sips his drink.

"I definitely won't be going easy on you."

"Good. I don't think the things trying to kill me will, either." Drake might be a little nervous, though. He's in great shape but he's not a soldier, and doesn't live for the fight the way Ephemera does. It'll be a good challenge.

Speaking of things trying to kill them... "Did you read up on what's been happening here?"

"Nope," Ephemera agrees. Because it's true; nothing in the universe will go easy on you. It's stupid to think they will. "We'll see if I can make a hell jumper out of you."

Well, as much as he can without another suit of armor. ~~Be afraid~~.

He nods. "Yeah. They've been through the shit. And now we're here."

"A hell jumper? Is that a drop trooper or whatever you said you were?"

Drake can't remember the proper acronym right now, just takes another swallow of his drink and tries to imagine what it's like to drop out of orbit in just a suit. Crazy...

"Yeah, right in it. With the Null banging down the door and god knows what going to happen next." It's not just an expression -- it seems like the gods here like to play with the inhabitants.

"Yeah." He grins. "Technically we're Orbital Drop Shock Troopers, but hell jumpers sounds way cooler. Plus it's a mouthful when you're hitting on hot strangers and acronyms are not sexy."

But there are other, more serious concerns in front of them. Ephemera rubs his thumb along the edge of his glass, nodding. "Yeah. It's gonna get rough. I'm not planning on choosing a side just yet. Wanna get some more info first."

"Hell jumper it is -- gotta know the terms if I'm gonna be your wingman."

Yeah, yeah, serious shit... ugh. Drake nods in agreement. "From what I've seen I'd lean towards sticking with the gods, but it's too soon to make that call."

Ephemera grins. "That's the spirit."

Even if it's not your war, gotta find something to fight for. Might be something small. The people next to you or the prospect of a good drink at the end of the day. Something.

Besides, he's not in a position to cast moral judgments on anyone. There's the gods and the Null, and then there's the rest of them.

"Yeah. I'm not in the mood to be somebody's cannon fodder anytime soon."

Drake's being as practical as he can about the whole situation, no moral judgments or personal opinions to cloud things. He read through as much as he could and made a call based on just that, an outsider's opinion since he's so new. "Doesn't seem like either side cares about us too much but at least with the gods it's... symbiotic?"

"Maybe." Ephemera takes a drink, thoughtful. "Suppose it's a contract like anything else. Everything's got a price, even surviving."

"Except the Null couldn't name their price. And couldn't offer anything." He taps the side of his glass idly. "I'll find out what the guard's planning to do if they attack. What we know about them."

"I'm not sure about that," Ephemera admits. "It'd be smart to hold back a while, let people stew, then come back with an offer. But they're not human, so who knows how their logic works."

There's a divide there, and he doesn't know enough to bridge it one way or another.

He nods slowly.

"I've been watching them. They've got weapons and at least some of them are trained. And it looks like they've got two main leaders, the one you talked to and a woman. They're more organized than I'd expect."

"Depending on what that offer is... if they can offer a way out there are a lot of people who will take it. And a lot more who won't trust them and will stick with the gods. We might not be picking sides yet, but we could be looking at a tiny little civil war."

As for the guard, the corner of Drake's mouth curls up. "I told you he was the real deal. Henry means business, I'm sure his co-leader does too."

"It's good motivation, even if they're lying." And thus far there doesn't seem to be any way to verify the information one way or another. Obviously they're here, now. That happened. The reverse is probably still on the table. But whether it's within their grasp is another thing all together.

Ephemera shrugs, taking another drink. Civil war's nothing new to him. "Hope not. Some of these people look like they can give a good fight. Henry too. He and that woman - Tua something? - they're dug in tight. And she's stone cold. I watched some of their posts together. Coordinated as hell."

Drake's starting to feel loose and relaxed despite the subject matter, his glass approaching empty. And there's the shot, and what he managed to drink before Ephemera got here.

"All the more reason to join them. I don't think they've taken a side yet either, they're just in for protecting us. The poor shmucks that got dragged into this mess."

"Genuine do-gooders, huh?"

Ephemera considers that for a moment. He supposes it's possible. People protecting each other just for the hell of it. He only met Drake a few days ago, but Ephemera's pretty sure he'd fight for the guy. Why not?

"Okay, sign me up. Also I think I love this thing."

He raises his drink, nodding solemnly.

"Seemed like. Just like the medics -- they don't have to be helping people here, they're not getting anything for it. They just are, anyway." He might feel a little bad for how he treated Will, but doesn't know how to make it up to him. Certainly not by telling him the truth.

When he thinks about that Drake's expression falls for a moment, but he's grinning again at Ephemera's declaration of love for a beverage.

"I'll make you another."

Ephemera nods. "Yeah. And that kid was really young."

It shouldn't matter one way or another, but it bothers him a little.

But that's a thought for another time. There's drinks to be had.

Ephemera laughs, grinning.

"You're definitely getting me drunk. Bring it."

"They were both too young to be doctors, but... if healing's a gift where they're from they probably started as kids." Drake wouldn't know anything about it firsthand, he's just guessing from media in his world. "That kinda stuff always hits at puberty in the stories."

He downs the rest of his glass and slips back behind the bar, feeling the alcohol more now that he's moving. They should slow down, except he's having fun and doesn't want to.

"You seem like you're a happy drunk, so yeah, I'll keep 'em coming."

"Probably." That's a nice explanation. Ephemera decides he's going to stick with that one. Part of him is thinking about all the stories he heard about the UNSC recruiting child soldiers on some of the border planets, when they were really desperate, but that's not a place he wants to go. Not tonight. There's alcohol and good company and they can talk about other things. Ephemera finishes his glass with a grin, nodding. He's going to get trashed and have a good time. And that's just that. "I think I am? It's been a while. But that shit tastes awesome. You're good at this."

Drake pours these a bit stronger, unintentionally. He makes a little 'whoops' face and splashes the soda in, then passes them back over the bar. "I only know the basics but maybe next party I can get some decent mixers, make you something different."

He comes back to sit beside Ephemera, and there's promise in his eyes when he speaks again. "When Liv gets here we're making you dance." Since it seems like that's what the night is for -- most of the people who showed up are already on the dance floor.

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