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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I don't think I'm going to descend into pringle anarchy, sir, I'd probably get sick.

[ Angus studies him for a few seconds more, noting the awkward shifting (he's used to it, most adults are a little thrown off when he doesn't act like a regular kid), and then actually takes out a small notebook and a pencil. ]

How long have you been here, yourself?

[ Yes, he is absolutely writing this down. ]

[He blinks rapidly and quizzically in response, so entirely taken about by the sudden interview that he doesn't think to do anything but answer.]

Er, barely a month, I suppose. I find that time as a force to bow to rather than an abstract concept is--

[Then Kravitz frowns, as if just realizing what he's doing.]

Pardon me, but why are you questioning me?

It's nothing personal, sir, I question everybody.

[ He doesn't look up from the notebook, and if Kravitz is good at reading upside-down cursive, he'll see the notes Angus has been taking: "PRINGLES GUY --> BARELY A MONTH HERE, NOT USED TO THE CONCEPT OF TIME I GUESS??" ]

I find that getting information from a wide variety of sources makes for a broader overall picture of the mystery.

You do understand why that's not exactly reassuring, yes?

[But there's a smile on his face now, because how can he not be amused at being labelled as what he's pretty sure says 'Pringles guy'.]

I see. Well, if you were to tell me what mystery you're referring to, I'd be happy to contribute information. Including my actual name, for instance.

This whole place is a mystery, and the more we know about it, the easier it will be to navigate and escape.

[ He says it with all the resolute decisiveness of someone who is used to dealing with problems by researching the hell out of them. ]

... Oh! Gosh, I'm sorry, that was awfully rude of me. What's your name, sir? I'm Angus McDonald.

[ He reaches out to shake Kravitz's hand... with the arm that has a familiar silver bracer on it. ]

[It's a logical, smart way of looking at things. Kravitz quietly approves.]

No, it's- it's quite alright. I was just poking fun. My name-

[And here that a well timed plot device kicks in, and Kravitz's eyes land on that bracer, and instead of returning the introduction, he groans long and loud enough that one might mistake it for a siren at a distance.]

[ ... Well, that's a new and interesting reaction. Angus withdraws his hand, raising an eyebrow at Kravitz. ]

Is everything alright, sir? You seem, um... not... great.

['Not great' is definitely one way to put it. Kravitz almost sobs. He's really close.]

No, I'm fine. I'm excellent. Please tell me that bracer was just a gift from someone, or something you found on the ground somewhere. Did you steal it? It would be excellent if you stole it.

[ Oh no oh no OH NO ANGUS DOESN'T WANT TO MAKE A GROWN MAN CRY, OH NO ]

You don't sound very excellent, sir. I didn't steal it, but how do you know what it is? Are you familiar with the Bureau?

[ His eyes narrow behind those big nerdy glasses... Angus doesn't look intimidating, exactly, but Kravitz will definitely get the sense that he's being studied from the ground up. ]

... For that matter, could you hear that last word, or did you just hear static?

[Uhhhh....??....????]

Boy, that was- that sure was an interesting sound you managed to make with your mouth. No, I'm, I'm not familiar with the 'krrrsszzztttzzkr.'

Oh! Um... Nevermind, then! Not important!

[ He gives the bracer on his forearm a critical look, and raises an eyebrow at Kravitz. Hmm... if he doesn't know what the Bureau is, then what was with that pained groan earlier? ]

Pardon my asking, sir, but are you a werewolf? Is silver the problem?

[Kravitz, rolling a subpar 13, fails to be more than vaguely suspicious of this reply, and allows it to pass for now. Probably just a kid joke. Or something. What static based memes are the children into these days???]

Hah. No. The problem is that whenever someone wearing one of those turns up, things tend to go to shit. Just, in my limited experience.

[He's being over-dramatic, but that's his job description basically.]

[ Can't get anything past Kravitz, he's hip to the youth of today!

Angus kinda mumbles 'Well, you're not wrong,' to himself, under his breath. ]

Well, um, pardon my saying so, but things have already kinda gone to shit if we're here, regardless of bracers and the people who wear them.

[He narrows his eyes at that, leveling a look at Angus that basically translates to, 'you're right and I don't want to admit it.']

Yes. Well. In this case, perhaps you have a point.

Intro Log: The Joys of Composting

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