Intro Log: Arm Yourself

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for August
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: August 10th-15th
Warnings: Stalkers, newbies, and cute loot!

Sleeping on the cold dirt ground of the colosseum is enough to make anyone uncomfortable. It might be a little worse this month than others, as some of you may be waking up on top of or around various self defense devices (btw: that last one is a taser).

Come to think of it, you'll probably need those. Also in the colosseum and already stalking you are... uh, well, stalkers from the Borderlands game series. Stalkers come armed with claws, teeth, and sharp tails- and what's more, they can turn invisible to sneak up on you. Zap them with your newfound taser or stab them with your jewelry comb knife or just run away screaming- we won't judge, but you have to do something or else they'll kill you and eat your corpse and all sorts of unfortunate things.

Good luck finding a way out. Maybe you can make some friends along the way.

All done and escaped from the clutches of the colosseum? Awesome! 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 August 10th-15th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

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[circumitus]

[Ironically, the one crossing Frisk's path this time isn't even a human. Not that one would immediately tell just by looking at her -- indeed Rey has all of the necessary parts that would qualify her as human in appearance alone.

[And what comes out when she speaks is a soft-spoken monotone, almost robotic:]

What are you doing?

[It's an impression that she graces with a lot of strangers. The "dumb robot act", as it's once been called. But this child, who for some reason is digging their way through some building wreckage, would have no way of knowing that.]

[save_theworld]

[Human enough in appearance to catch Frisk's eye and attention in one. She looks to them in the same way as adults they've known prior; with the sort of blankness that comes in not understanding why Frisk would see fit to act the way they do.

It's a stiff sort of blankness that's directed right back, mind sifting over the question to come up with something absolute.]

I don't know.

[They were just.

Walking. For the sake of it.]

[circumitus]

[It isn't by any means a satisfactory answer, but Rey wasn't expecting much of one from the kid in the first place. Actually, she doesn't really know what to expect from young people -- or even most adults, for that matter. People still remain the eternal mystery to Rey, and here is no exception.

[In fact, "here" has presented Rey the most confounding conundrum yet.]

Seems like you were looking for something.

[An exit, perhaps. Because that's what almost everyone seeks out when they first arrive.]

[save_theworld]

Not really.

[If they were, they wouldn't know it. And it almost feels like cheating, having nothing to provide when someone's actually asking them, for once. What are you up to? What are you looking for?

There's a newness to this type of inquiry, a focus of perspective that Frisk doesn't know what to do with.

Feels like they should.]

I'm new. I was just looking.

[circumitus]

[Bingo.

[Not that Rey was aiming for confirmation or anything, it is good to know for certain. Some can be more reclusive than others, so it isn't always easy to just assume who is new and who isn't.]

Well, you should be mindful of where you look, since you're new. Some places are more precarious than others here.

[Especially for tiny human-shaped things.]

[save_theworld]

I'll be okay.

[Really, they will. At least that much they can say for certain.

There's a slight lull, at that point. The same rules for polite conversation on the Surface might not apply here, but who's to say the similarities between here and the Underground don't end with that- that they are underground?]

...What's your name?

[circumitus]

[Considering how not many here would fit the definition of "okay", Rey isn't entirely sure what to say to that at first, so that lull continues. It isn't until she's presented with that next question that she decides to abandon her previous thought entirely.]

...

It's Rey. And you are...?

[Introductions and social norms are so strange sometimes, and very often a thing she tends to neglect taking initiative in.]

[save_theworld]

[Surprisingly, the child is a least being honest, in that remark. No matter how many people fit into that definition, they're fairly comfortable in that assumption. They're fine.

Looks like names are a thing that matters around here, after all.]

Frisk. It's- nice to meet you.

[Just short of sounding like a question; as per the usual social norms that go along with this sort of thing, they'll just. Stick out a hand for her to take, as well.]

[circumitus]

[Names are a strange thing to Rey. She doesn't actively seek them out from people, simply because she's seen too many faces come and go that it seems like nothing short of a futile effort. Trying to place an identity to every individual she has ever met throughout her many lives is just a waste of precious time.

[Precious time that, evidently, Rey now has to spare.]

Yes. Sure. Nice.

[Social etiquette dictate that the common handshake is a usual form of greeting. Of course, Rey is very aware of this. She just has to remind herself that this is indeed a thing that some people do, while knowing others who are more adverse to physical contact. Germs and all.

[And she does so, after a moment of awkward silence of her own. Her mouth tightens into a thin line at the kid.] Where, um. Do you come from?

[save_theworld]

[This is an interesting juncture. Frisk looks blank faced to Rey, and Rey simply looks right back. It's out of the usual standards of how things should be; Frisk seen and not heard as the adults take control of the situation, quickly divulging everything the child needs to know (and more) which-

Is not what's happening, right now.

Almost like real, actual conversations require both parties to contribute. Who'd've thought?]

Uh...Underground. Just not this underground.

[...]

A different one.

[In case that wasn't clear.]

[circumitus]

[In Rey's case, she is (fortunately?) all too aware that she is not the type of person who is in any position to be imparting small humans with life advice. Rey herself doesn't particularly know how to Life, anyway.]

Oh. Huh.

Was born in an underground city as well. Much different from this one, but--

[She scratches her forehead, glancing away for a moment.]

--Well, not "born" so much as made. [Same difference?

[No, not really.]]

[save_theworld]

[What is a life? Can you eat it?]

Oh. That's cool.

[It is, really. With that little bit of information, it's much easier to slot her into the same group of people they've known for so long. The underground could make one kinder in many ways.]

...Made? Like a robot?

[circumitus]

[No, Frisk. Don't eat that. You don't know where it's been.]

Um.

[That isn't a wrong assessment, is it? But would this kid be one of those who would get the difference between a synthetic person and a robot?]

...Sort of. Am a mixture of both machine and organic... stuff. [This is what happens when Rey attempts to avoid getting too technical.]

[save_theworld]

[Do you want them to not eat that or do you want them to have nightmares for the rest of their life, jfc.

So- she's like Mettaton. Frisk nods wisely, the explanation making perfect sense, as far as they're concerned. No technicalities required.]

Do you like to entertain people?

[Some technicalities required.]

[circumitus]

[Nightmares are good for you. Builds character.]

What? [Her expressionless façade breaks with an incredulous look.] No. Not really. Why would you ask that?

[Such a weird question.]

[save_theworld]

[Good thing they're never waking up then, huh? Frisk's expression shifts, for a moment- almost like they're about to laugh, before it's quickly concealed behind a sleeve,]

I thought of someone else.

[circumitus]

[That's an... odd response. Maybe it's a kid thing. At least, Rey can only assume.]

Something funny about them?

[save_theworld]

[Maybe they're born with it. Maybe it's Maybelline just Frisk. Hard to say.]

They're really dramatic.

[To say the least.]

[circumitus]

Oh.

[Pfff.]

Know a few who are very much like that. [Though not necessarily dramatic in a fun way.]

[save_theworld]

[Does it count as fun when bombs and lasers are involved.

...Yeah. Yeah it does.]

Are they here too?

[circumitus]

[Bombs and lasers sounds like a fun day at the park in comparison.]

Fortunately, no. They're not exactly people you'd want around to start their brand of drama.