Spluttering, dropping his phone in his lap, hands shaking as they find their way to touch where the gaping wound to his throat should have been. Upon finding no such wound, and no scar or evidence there had even been a wound at all, Will picked his device back up again, holding it up to look at his own reflection in the screen. Raising his chin and tipping his head aside, searching his reflection. ]
I was... Where am I?
[ He'd never actually been inside of any of the Gods temples, let alone Hope's. So needless to say Will was having some difficulty in recognizing where he was. Flopping back onto the cool floor, his hands covering his face for a moment before he sprawled out. Will turned his head aside and noticed his fishing rod was laying down beside him. He'd had that with him when... When... ]
I ... I died? .... No, no... I was... Killed?
[ Looking into the screen, his eyes dashing and darting from side to side, deep in thoughts that were overflowing too thick and fast for him to contain. His brow furrowed and Will looked unsure as he spoke. ]
Is this a dream? I can't remember... I've lost all recollection of time and days... Am I still dreaming?
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[He'd been meaning to turn on the video anyway, but the cat with infinite mouths had gotten to it ahead of him. It gnaws on the phone for a moment before Kylo scoops up the cat, holding it with one arm while he adjusts the video with the other. The cat immediately tries to start gnawing on him instead, but he doesn't really seem to care.]
Does anyone know what these cats eat?
[Surprisingly to most of the cave, Kylo doesn't have his helmet on. He usually doesn't even go out in public unless he has the bucket on. It's the first time he's shown his face without it on the network. But what can he do? The little yellow Cyclops neko, seen curled up in the corner of the video, is currently sleeping in it.]
Also, does anyone know where I can find cat beds?
[Yes, Kylo has adopted three of the little hell cats. What can he say? He's mentally twelve years old and thought they were the coolest thing ever. The third one flies into view, a curious little green thing with horns and bat wings. Anyone who comments about him being a crazy cat lady can do so at the risk of being Force-choked. (Besides, Hux already beat everyone to it.)]
Sans? Remember…rember…about the frog? The frog- The one that, um, that--[jesus, SansWhoIsn'tHereRightNow, can't you just follow his thinking on this?] --YOU KNOW THE FROG.
[Does Rosen think he’s actually talking to Sans? Was he maybe trying to call Sans? Its unclear and as he is going to proceed either way, we may never know.]
What the fudge does the frog do when its half, um, half fudging boiled, hm? Does it realize whats going to happen? Or is it stupid and f…fluffing blind until the bitter freighting end?
[Rosen’s mind is reaching for the word ‘fucking’ but keeps landing just off mark. Even in his drunken haze he’s sensing he’s not getting the word he’s looking for, and the annoyance of that can possibly be sensed in the increasing agitation in his voice. That, coupled with what distinctly sounds like a glass bottle, or several, rolling across a table or, in this case, a floor.]
Flick the frog.
[Closer, but no cigar. At least he got the F, a vowel, and the ‘ck’ in there. Points for trying? Rosen feels like he gets points for trying.
[Rosen’s voice is now serious. Contemplative.]
Can someone be the frog, the fr’pan, and the dick who has a frog and a frying pan all at the same time?
[A long, labored sigh]
I think m’doing it.
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What: The event log for the Party Hard event
Where: All over the city!
When: May 24th-June 2nd
Warnings: Party Rockin'
( Party hard! Wait... that might be too hard- hey, don't party that hard- wait, stop!!! )
► This log covers May 24th-June 2n.
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Lance is looking more put together than he has recently, although he hasn't completely returned to the formal look; he has bothered with a suit but not with a tie, and his hair's getting slightly out of control and distinctly curly. He also looks a bit like he's either gotten too little sleep or too much, although his voice is steady and even and he certainly sounds more professional than he did in his last post.]
Due to recent events, and in followup to Dr. Rosen's announcement, I think this is a good time to reiterate that should anyone be in need of someone to speak to about anything that may be bothering them, I'm always available for counseling or just to talk.
[He's gotten the impression this is something a whole lot of people here probably need, and it's important to make sure they're aware of the option and don't have to go hunting for information on who to contact.]
My name is Dr. Lance Sweets and I'm a clinical psychologist, which, for those whose worlds don't have such a profession, means that I work with helping individuals work through any mental or emotional issues they might be having. Although I've counseled patients on a range of subjects, my primary work has been with the FBI and therefore often in the area of coping with witnessing or experiencing traumatic events.
[Which is fortunate, since there seems to be a lot of that here. Which, itself, is unfortunate.]
Meetings can be as formal or informal as you're comfortable with, and where we speak can also be decided upon on an individual basis. I'm also willing to answer any questions you might have before making any agreements or arrangements.
[Because he's very aware that a whole lot of people don't get the idea of psychology at all, and he's also expecting at least a few 'aren't you twelve?' comments.]
[Rosen is sitting at his table in the clinic and if you think he might look a bit worse for wear its not just you. He's got bags under his eyes and his hair is sticking up in odd places from rubbing his fingers through it to try and massage away some of the tension in his scalp.]
I have unexpectedly found myself as one of the lead staffers here in the clinic, so I should introduce myself to any of you who are new or who I haven't met yet. My name is Dr. Lee Rosen, you can call me Lee or Dr. Rosen whatever you feel more comfortable with. I am a certified general physician as well as specialized in neurology and psychiatry, however due to personal reasons I am currently not taking any counseling patients. I am instead referring them elsewhere, there are other mental health professionals here who are highly qualified and ready to help so if you are interested in that kind of assistance please feel free to contact me for further information.
Other than that I try to make myself available in the clinic as much as possible for injuries or illnesses, so you can usually find me there.
[He sits up a bit in his chair before continuing]
I also need to check who is still on staff with the clinic. Kate left me some information but I would appreciate an informal roll-call if that is possible so that I have an idea of who is still around. I am also interested in hearing from anyone who might be eager to volunteer. If any of the new arrivals have medical training we can always use more help.
And I think that is all I needed to say. So, thank you for your time.
Welcome to Hadriel's test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open May 25th, and apps are open June 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.
Two quick points here as well:1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!
Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!
F E A R
SCENARIO ONE: BURN BABY BURN
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.
Or that... bonfire behind you? That's sure what it looks like, but if you get a little closer - which you probably shouldn't - you'll see a face in those flames This time, the Door has brought in some Doomers, from the Baten Kaitos video game.
Doomers are creatures made of flame that sure would like it if you were on fire too. It works for them, right? What do you mean you don't want to be engulfed in flames? These Doomers will send clouds of sparks in the direction of anyone that might be a threat (or anyone they don't like), searing them with the heat and trying to catch them on fire. Hot damn!]
SCENARIO TWO: IT'S JUST A CAT
[Why does it always have to be like this? There you were, going about your day, when you turned a corner and something jumped out at you. Maybe a monster with sharp teeth and claws, maybe a snake striking at your feet, maybe just a terrifying dark shape - whatever it was, it scared the shit out of you.
And then it disappeared in a puff of brightly-colored smoke and glitter, because that's just how Hadriel rolls. Awesome. And maybe if it just happened once it would be a big deal, but it's happening all the time. Practically every other corner you turn, half the doors you open, even just when you look over your shoulder. Careful about getting too jumpy, though - what are you gonna do if your friend taps you on the shoulder and you freak out? How embarrassing.
This is a mini version of our Jumpscares event this month!]
H O P E
SCENARIO THREE: I LIKE YOUR HAIR
[Everything seems normal today. No monsters, no weird shapes jumping out at you. Maybe it'll just be a normal day. Maybe it'll even be nice. No - it'll definitely be nice.
How can we be sure of that? Easy! Every time you touch someone today - whether it's an accidental bump or an intentional touch - you'll blurt out a genuine compliment. If you don't know them well, it could be something as simple as saying they look nice today, or that their eyes are a lovely shade of green. If you do know them, it'll be more specific. Maybe you're impressed by their work ethic, or you love the sound of their singing voice. Maybe you actually hate them but you really appreciate the way they always remember to put the toilet seat down (because that's the only good thing about them).
Whatever it is, you'll find yourself saying it out loud. Don't worry - nothing too personal will be blurted out, and you can stop yourself if you really want to. But isn't it great to be nice to people for once?]
First: I see that there may have been some concerns raised about the efficacy of the Guard. [No, not naming names--he doesn't want to give Sato the satisfaction, and he knows people will probably be able to figure it out for themselves anyways if they've checked the network recently.] Some may feel that our efforts would be better spent on the dangerous creatures that threaten us.
I am here to tell you that this is already being addressed. I make daily trips out to the cave systems. I do not venture far in, as any who have spent time there know it is foolhardy to try and navigate them, but I do eliminate any creatures that I see that are beginning to prowl close to the entrances. Though it may not be possible for me alone to completely stem their encroachment during times of chaos, when the gods--or other forces--are orchestrating against us, on most days I am able to control their numbers. That combined with Hope's efforts mean that they never make it into the city.
Barring extenuating circumstances, [read: when things really go to hell and he'd rather stay beside his friends or his partner--] I have done this every morning since I have joined the Guard. And during the aforementioned times when they do make it out of the caves, you can be assured that I will be there, fighting fiercely to keep them at bay. [Anyone who saw him during the zombie invasion or the split city or any of the other times that monsters had flooded inwards knows he is a being that makes good on his words.]
I do not do this for praise. You do not need to thank me. I do it because it is my duty to keep people safe, regardless of the world I am trapped in; I only mention it now to try and allay your concerns.
It also means that I have an abundance of supplies. Should you find yourself hungry or in need of other miscellaneous things, you are free to reach out to me. You are also free to contact me should you fear a more... internal threat. It is not my place to interject myself into the business of others, but if another inhabitant of this cave has threatened you, I will do what I can to protect you.
[There's a pause as he lets all that sink in; it's more wordy than he prefers to be, but it feels like it's worth saying now. Then, he continues.]
Second: I require cleaning agents. Bleach, I believe she... I believed it was called. [Glacius alien swerves, though the memory has already been called upon. Amazing how even the most mundane of things can remind him of her.] But I will accept anything that can remove stubborn stains.
Thank you for your time. [Finally, he ends the feed.]
[Delight sighs, not sounding quite her usual, delightful self. There's a scuffle, like someone pushing back a chair, and then Sorrow's voice echoes into the speaker, further off, like he's standing on the other side of the room.
'Then I decide. You all know my thoughts on the matter.']
No, [Delight counters, her voice wavering slightly. Arguing with Sorrow is always a little intimidating.] We all decide together. Tranquility doesn't want to go, and everyone else here is keeping something in place- everyone except for me.
[There's a brief silence. When Delight speaks again, her voice is hardened, resolute.]
I'm volunteering to go. They picked me. Send me alone or-
['You aren't going alone,' comes Rage's voice, protective and sure- from closer to the mic than Sorrow's had been. It's silent on Sorrow's end, something is decided without words, and Delight speaks a moment later.]
-alright, then it's settled.
[There's a slight pause, before Delight speaks directly into the mic again, her voice changing suddenly to be the cheerful and pleasant goddess that
Did you hear that, guys? Looks like I'll be one of the ones going out! I want you all to be super happy for me the next few days, alright? I can do this for you- for all of us. And Rage is coming with me, and we're really tough! We'll be safe.
I won't let you down!
been followed around by this thing for 3 days now.
think it's supposed to be a cat.
is this how you get a cat?
[A few minutes later, another post is made: This one audio only. Sounds of glass chinking in the background can be heard.]
"So, um. A few of you might have already noticed that there's a bar again now. It's not run by Love -- the asshole just used it for their dating shit without permission."
[SIGH.] "Anyway, it's still a thing, since Delight doesn't seem keen on bringing back her bar. We've got fresh liquor and wine. Casino's upstairs, for anyone looking to kill some time." [Pause.] "As in recreational, not actual killing. Swear to fuck, if anyone tries to take that in here, you're getting kicked with a perm-ban until further notice.
"Until then, just about anyone's welcome here."
[Except Sans, who Rey has specifically asked Danse to kick out if the skeleton tries to come back. Sorry, Sans-friends; they got issues right now.]
[ooc: Consider this the official opening post for the Speakeasy/Casino! Feel free to tag it with action if you'd like, because I'm too lazy to make a log and I think you get the idea. Also come play with Tripod the mutant cat... he loves you.]
Hello again, everyone. Sadly, I have sobering news to relay. You see, for several months now, I've been followed. Wanting to assume the best, I had hoped that whoever was simply too shy to approach. Or curious, perhaps.
Unfortunately, today the creature following me decided to make his move. I was viciously attacked in the streets of this very city. Of course... he was not successful.
[Sato changes the angle of the camera enough that the scenery is familiar to those who've been to Rage's temple to trade bodies for bullets. Except this time there's a small (and also familiar to some) figure dumped in an unceremonious heap of black and red spiky fur - and blood - on Rage's altar. Shadow is, quite certainly, dead.]
I would like to say simply that the Guard should spend more effort on trying to protect the citizens from dangerous creatures like the one I fought off today. I really would.
But I can't, because from the few words I heard, he was clearly sent by the Guard.
Is this fine with you, fellow citizens of this city? That you could be followed, attacked, perhaps even held hostage or killed, at the whims of a terrible organization like this? [He shakes his head sadly.] Please, tell me what you think of this. And be sure to tell them as well. For all of our sakes.
But they can cause the heart to start! As such, I suggest traveling and even resting in pairs. I know this will be uncomfortable for some, yet there is much within Hadriel that goes against our comfort and our wishes.
May the protection of the Valar ne'er leave you.
I've never been more proud of us than seeing these new emojis. We may not be able to get out of this stupid hell of a cave, but we have created real art. Maybe our civilization has a future after all.
Unrelated: I'm now accepting name suggestions for creepy cats. Please submit your best/worst name and I'll pick the funniest.
(Sorry in advance, roomies.)
What: The event log for the Jumpscares event
Where: All over the city!
When: May 16th-May 20th
Warnings: Some startling jumpscares, interdimensional demon cats, the usual
( It's really the cheapest kind of scare )
► This log covers May 16th-May 20th.
► 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 have some heart problems that are unfortunately exacerbated by this event, please let us know here, and we're sorry.
What: Catch-up log for May
When: May 15th - 20th
Warnings: Blood, violence, death, depressive topics, the usual Hadriel chatter.
( open | training at the park | may 15th to 19th )
( open | anywhere | may 15th to 19th )
( open | the lake - evening | may 19th )
( Sato | May 20th )
What: Catch-all log for before Will's death
Where: Various locations around the City
When: Backdated to start of the month, before the 12th
Warnings: To Be Announced! Just arguing and possible violence?
( ... And the incurably inane )
this is beside my point here but there are a LOT of weird things in these houses?? does anyone know what these machines are for?? i tried pressing some buttons but now the place just smells like bad eggs?
anyway the point is:
is there any way to get back something the door didnt bring with you? like a special weapon or beloved pet or dwarven cleric? does the door do delivery basically is what im asking here. can i order take out from the door. can i special order fries from the door.
i know i just have a ton of questions and nothing really useful to offer in return. tell you what, ill make you a sweet wooden duck or something as thanks. willing to be flexible on the shape of the wooden item. alternately if you got something made of wood and its broken i can take care of that for ya. help me and ill help you?
ok thanks love you see you!
Dropping Ulaume, as I should have done quite a while ago. I love you all, I just have been hit with RL troubles and such, and I've had problems keeping up! nobody's fault except my own. ♥
Thanks for having me!
um... hi, this is napstablook...
[The former ghost-turned-human is sitting on the floor of their room, with a box of meowing somethings right next to them. Upon closer inspection, there's a bunch of hideous-looking cats, with all teeth for faces. In the box, there's one oddball that's staring directly into the video feed for an uncomfortably long amount of time.]
i hope i'm not bothering anyone but
i found these outside and they seemed kind of hungry... at least i think they are...
can anyone tell me what they eat...?
[They kind of uh, smuggled them into their house. Unfortunately if they were trying to be discreet about it, the network post and gurgling meows from the kittens aren't really keeping it secret.]