hadriel_logs | Intro Log: The Joys of Composting

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for September
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: September 10th-14th
Warnings: New folks! Bugs! Weird stuff!

It's that time again! Or, well, probably the very first time for you. It's not that often that you turn up in a different world - unless it is. You awaken on the ground of a large arena, a stone ceiling stretching high above you. Welcome to Hadriel! Don't worry, you weren't the only one who woke up here. So did a bunch of other people - and so did some monsters.

Yup, crawling around being incredibly gross are quite a few Jauchekafers, large beetles that feed off chemical and biological waste from humans. When upset or alarmed, they're perfectly happy to swarm and attack people, so hopefully you didn't wake up in the middle of them. Being about two and a half feet long, their bites can do quite a bit of damage, and that's not even counting the toxicity that might be passed on from their diet!

Speaking of their diet, those beetles aren't the only trash that's washed up in Hadriel this month. While making your escape from the arena, you might stumble over a interesting table or a possibly comfy chair, or even a piece of art. A lot of it's pretty cool, but you're not gonna find anything that isn't made out of trash. But hey, maybe that's your aesthetic?

Don't get too distracted by all this trash that has been turned into treasure. 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 September 10th-14th.
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Faking it convincingly is more than I've got right now.

[He keeps up quite well, cane swinging in front of him, an aid in side stepping some of the wreckage of the store.

A startled laugh.]

Giant beetles. Size of a golden retriever. ...are there always monsters?

[Because that sounds like a terrible welcome system.]

Always, according to what I've heard. At least they mix it up to keep things interesting?

[Ha, ha. Nearly getting eaten is real interesting.]

—ooh, chicken soup. Here we are.

No yeah, variety is the spice of life... and monsters.

[Matt agrees with a faintly bewildered laugh.

This woman seems to be taking it all in stride anyway. Matt will try to do no less.]

Great.

I prefer my monsters to be non-spicy, thanks.

[She grabs a couple of cans, for both of them. Chicken soup sounds good.]

If it's not too nosy, can I ask what the door pulled you away from? Hopefully nothing too exciting.

Ha. [He can't help the grin, nodding in agreement.] Fair enough.

[He feels the weight of the can in his basket. Excellent. One meal taken care of at least.]

I was on my way home from court... I think. Honestly it's a weird blur. [Like his memory didn't quite keep up with what happened.] Where're you from?

[A blur is right. She remembers that feeling of disorientation and then coming back to herself, but somewhere she shouldn't be.]

New Orleans. I was in my house at my computer. I didn't even have shoes when I got here, which was really annoying.

[She's pretty sure she would have stepped on broken glass or something if Nate hadn't steered them to a broken-down shoe store immediately.]

Ouch, yeah. That sounds pretty inconvenient. I'm glad you and your feet made it through.

[He at least is fully dressed and has... well. He landed with his briefcase. And his laptop. Hell of a lot of good that's done him, but hey it's something.

He ha vaguely wished for this other outfit, but reminded himself that he gave up nightlife as Daredevil. Except in this place, he thinks maybe those rules and reasons don't apply exactly the same.]

It'd be pretty hard to walk around without them.

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It'd be pretty hard to walk around without them.

<small[She pulls another can off the shelf, not really paying attention to what's in it. It'll be fine regardless. Sure.]</small>

Seems almost normal like this, doesn't it? Going shopping. And then I remember that right, this is actually incredibly bizarre.

That's human nature, thousands of years of survival instinct. We're an adaptable lot.

[Matt in particular has to believe that, given his own abilities, in the absence of his sight.]

It does really call it into perspective when you think about it thought. Kidnapped by who knows what, dropped in a cave, and debating between pasta or soup.

God, that just makes it worse.

[She laughs.]

If I see any pickled beets on the shelf, I'm saving the can to throw at a monster.

That is by far the best use for pickled beets I can possibly think of.

[Matt ducks his head with a laugh.] About time someone justified their existence.

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