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.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh! Is that the tablet with the buttons on the actual screen?

[ He fishes the phone out of his pocket, and holds it up at arm's length. ]

I did, and it was very informative, sir! Although the bit about not eating any meat products because of possible accidental cannibalism was a little unnerving? We don't have these things where I'm from, so it took a little while to figure out how to use it properly. We have Stones of Farspeech, but you just talk into them, you don't have to press any buttons.

Oh shit, we got those too. I mean mostly we use phones, but Stones don't run out of 4G, so they're more useful. They're pretty rare, though.

[Meaning they are worth a lot of money, and therefore he has heard of them.]

Wait. You have tablets but not phones?

Well, I called this a tablet because it's solid and rectangular and has text on it, but I feel like we're probably talking about different things now?

[ The phone gets a critical stare, like if Angus squints at it hard enough, it will reveal all of its secrets. ]

I guess this thing's sort of like a tablet of farspeech? And, um... far-text?

Oh, so you mean like... stone... tablets?

[Wow okay. Old school af.]

Tablets in my world are like big phones, yeah. And phones are like... mini-computers? You probably don't know what computers are. Uh. They're machines with lots of functions. But I think you got the gist? So you should be fine.

[This kid seems smart, if a little sheltered.]

I'm familiar with the concept of complex machinery, sir! We have robots and elevators back home. I think I should be able to get the hang of this with a little practice, it mostly seems like a stone of farspeech with text and scrying projections added in.

[ Sorry man, his canon is straight-up fantasy until the DM decides to throw in sci-fi stuff for kicks! ]

[Ah, good old anachronism.]

What, really? I mean we've got elevators, but robots? That's cool as hell. Unless you mean like, roombas or whatever. Less cool.

I'm not really sure what a roomba is, sir? The only robots I've met are, um... well, one of them's a spirit in a robot body, and the other I didn't actually meet, he was sort of a quiz game robot who ended up malfunctioning.

... Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Angus McDonald!

Roombas are like robot maids? But shittier. The quiz game thing sounds familiar, though. Not sure if ours was a robot or like, a monster of some kind.

[He's... pretty sure that wasn't a robot? But it kinda looked like one...]

Angus McDonald. [This poor kid.]

Indiana Jones, at your service. [ThIS POOR KID. Tucker introduces himself with such confidence that it probably rings true, unless Angus has the pop culture knowledge or skills to judge otherwise.]

[ Angus is very, very good at reading facial expressions and body language, and can usually tell when someone is lying to him... but he also has absolutely no pop culture knowledge, and is notoriously gullible when it comes to falling for goofs. He nods solemnly, and holds out a hand to shake. Score one for 'Doctor Jones!' ]

It's nice to meet you, Mr. Jones, though I sort of wish it were under better circumstances.

[Holy shit. Holy shit. This is the best day of Tucker's life. He'd always wanted to be like Indy when he grew up.

He considers correcting Angus to "Doctor", but that might be pushing it. He can't ruin this.]

Yeah, so do I. Guess we'll just have to make the best of it, huh?

[He shakes the kid's hand.]

[ Angus is vaguely suspicious that there's some kind of joke being had at his expense here, but he can't see how a name as innocuous as 'Mr. Jones' could be a goof (and the name 'Indiana' doesn't even register as weird to him!). ]

I suppose so, sir. Are you a recent arrival too?

[Good. Amazing.]

Sure am. [And he's not especially happy about it, but Angus doesn't need to know the extent of that.]

Situation seems easy enough to figure out, though.

Intro Log: The Joys of Composting

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

our tabletop may have slightly borrowed from your canon o o p s

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject