hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Faceplanted

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for October
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: October 10th-14th
Warnings: Newbies, spookies, and evil trees!

If it's your first time here, congratulations! You get the lovely, unique sensation of eating dirt as the Door knocks you facefirst into the ground. You'll probably be a little woozy at first, so take your time getting up- meet some folks, introduce yourself, don't be weird about it. Welcome to Hadriel! You're not the only person who just got to taste alien dirt firsthand, though- there are several people in the same predicament as you, so feel free to say hi! Probably shouldn't spend too much time talking though, because the lovely trees that you thought were just scenery are starting to creep ever closer the more you let your guard down.

All around you is a forest of spooky evil trees- it seems to be just a normal sort of forest at first, but the more you take your eyes off of them, the more they shift around you and close in. Or is that just your imagination? If you move too close to one, look out! They're rather determined to pick you up and stick you into the ground so you might take root- and if you resist, well, a severed bud can still serve as a seed, right?

If the trees tear your clothes though, don't worry, there's plenty of extras to be found lying around the arena if you don't mind them being a bit dirty. Lying on the ground and sometimes hanging off of these tree branches are some free shirts, yours for the taking! You know, if you'd be caught dead with one...

But hey, after you've met new friends and found a new aesthetic, 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 October 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.
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"Promise," he says again, reaching out to settle a hand between her shoulders and guide her to the door. She goes along with him, so trustingly, and he's on high alert the whole walk to his apartment spire. Making sure nothing comes near them, because nothing's going to touch this child. It's a quiet walk, though, and he guides her up the stairs to the apartment he'd claimed. This spire is smoke-damaged from the fire, but his sensors say the structural integrity is sound, and that's good enough.

Wash cleaned a bit but hasn't yet had a chance to scrubs the soot from the walls and ceilings, so it doesn't look the best inside, and smells vaguely of smoke. He takes off his helmet off once the door is locked, setting it down on the table with the bag of food and clothing. The bag rustles as he rummages through it to get a change of clothes for her and then he leads Eleven further in, to the bathroom. Luckily he grabbed two towels when he first gathered supplies -- they hang by the shower, which is stocked with the basics. Shampoo, soap, a razor.

She's followed him like a puppy this whole way, and looks to him for instructions now. He gestures to the shower with an armored hand, hoping she can handle this on her own. "Shower? Everything's in there."

He'd already said he was a friend, he'd already promised her a few things. Eleven could trust him, right? After all, that was all it took for her to trust Mike and the others back in Hawkins, sure, he was older looking than them, but he was so kind, like Hopper!

She followed him so closely, letting his hand on her back guide her the whole way. It was nice, in a way. To be around an adult that didn't want to use or manipulate her. As nice as it was and as nice as he was, Eleven kept in the back of her mind, the possibility that he would turn on her eventually. When Mike had given her his clothes to wear, he'd left the door ajar for her, turned his back but stayed close, she hoped that Wash would do the same. It was better, felt safer than being alone.

"Your house smells funny." She commented, looking at the blackened walls, tracing a finger over them before pulling a grossed out face towards him. She didn't seem worried that the building had been on fire, didn't really seem to realize how dangerous it was or could have been. No, she was more interested in the shower he had taken her to. In the Labs that she called home, Eleven was subjected to the hose. She'd never seen a shower like this one before.

It didn't take her long to work out how to turn it on, but she was a little nervous about having the door shut or a curtain or cubical around her, she was terrified of enclosed spaces. "Please... Don't leave?" Grabbing his arm as she stood there, under the water with her clothes still on.

"I know it does." He smiles a little at the face she makes. "It'll air out, I just got here. You can help if you want."

Then they're in the bathroom and he's hopeful when she manages to turn it on herself but then -- she climbs in with all her clothes on and grabs at him to stay.

It's okay. She's just a little girl. He can handle it. It's innocent.

Except who the fuck did this to her?

"You have to take your clothes off," he tells her gently, pulling the wig off her head and setting it on the edge of the sink. And he really can't do this in full armor -- he needs to free his arms at least. The gauntlets and armored gloves get set down on the floor and he reaches for her again with free hands, only to recoil when he feels how cold the water is. Did she not realize it gets warm? Okay, changing the temperature comes first, then dealing with her sodden dress and shoes. He'll find a way to dry them, or she might just have to wear the boots they grabbed her for awhile until they dry out on their own. It's okay. This is okay.

Was he suggesting she could help him with his home? Did that mean he wanted her to be around more? It was a nice thought, much like when Mike told her about the food his mother would cook for her and the bunk bed they could get. She found it hard not to smile and nod at that.

Oh, was this not suppose to be cold? She shivered, with her arms down by her side, like she would have to back in the lab. As he reached in to change the temperature, Eleven looked up at him with a surprised and pleased expression on her face. "Warm!... Nice." Smiling as she closed her eyes and put her head under the heated stream. She had no idea it should feel as pleasant as it did.

She was just a small, innocent girl, she didn't understand why anyone would be awkward showering her. Though she sensed Wash was struggling and remembered Dustin and the others reaction to her taking her top off, or well, attempting to in front of them/ "I turn around?" She asked, holding the bottom of her dress once he'd removed her wig.

He was trying to do what was best for her, she could tell that now. The chocolate, the new clothes and now this nice feeling water? He was good and Eleven didn't want to be a burden.

"...it's okay. Shoes off first."

He leans down and taps each ankle to get her to lift her feet in turn, pulling off her shoes and setting them beside the tub. Then it's simple enough to just not look as they tug her dress over her head. It's not just soaked now but filthy -- probably to the point of staining but he'll try to save it for her since it's what she arrived in. It probably has some meaning.

There's water spraying out onto the bathroom floor so he tugs the curtain closed a bit, just about halfway, before picking up the bar of soap and putting rubbing it against her hand to make suds. He doesn't trust her to know what soap is on her own at this point so he just explains.

"This'll get the dirt off. You wash up, I'm gonna sit right here." He'll just be sitting half-armored on the closed toilet, waiting.

Intro Log: Faceplanted

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