Intro Log: Faceplanted

[hadrielmods]

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.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

Comments

France | OPEN

[salace]

[ Option 1 - Stick the Landing ]

[France lands in an undignified sprawl on the ground. Cursing softly under his breath, as he lifts his head, he fully expects to look around and see the rather bustling city sidewalk that he had just been walking.

That is not what happens and he sits up abruptly. He's a mess, blond hair in his face and mussed up, clothes a bit scuffed, the fabric shopping bag he'd been carrying is half spilled around -- various fruits and vegetables rolled free, baguette bent at an odd angle, though the wine bottle is thankfully in tact!]

Où...? This is not Paris at all! [Obvious statements, free of charge. But that won't stop him from continuing on,] It's far too ugly to be...


[ Option 2 - Les Arbres ]

[France doesn't intend on sticking around anyway. But by now he's gathered up his groceries and is wandering through what is a very out of place, very unsettling copse of trees. Not quite a forest. Too sparse, but still.

Tree-ish. He doesn't like it.

He can't quite put his finger on it, but a glance over his shoulder and he swears he sees one of the damn things move. And that is too much for France, he is not the horror movie type. At all.

If you happen to be near, there will be a tall blond man ducking behind you, pointing over your shoulder.] It moved! Did you see?? C'est impossible!


[ Option 3 - Around the City ]

[Since his clothes didn't fare too well in his scramble to escape the aggressive vegetation, France did indeed pick up one of the t-shirts on offer. Still the worst? Yes, yes he is. He'd rather it in French, but he expects it's what the kids these days would call ironic or hipster, non?

He's making his way through the stores now, frowning at the shelves.]

This... is not food at all. They can't call this food.

[It won't do! How can people possibly survive??]


[ Option 4 - Wildcard ]

[Come at him anywhere in the city.]

Around the City

[blessedmaiden]

[Her eyebrow raises at the man's word, it's someone Rydia never saw around but she's aware new people are arriving in town.]

It could be worse, sir, we could have to scavenge for our own food.

[And considering most of the 'humans' she knows aren't really fond of monster meat or other peculiar choices Rydia could only imagine the reactions. A small reassuring smile appears on her lips while she approaches him.]

This canned food isn't so bad once one gets used to it, and there's enough choice to vary our diet during our stay.

[salace]

Is this not scavenging?

[Whoa is France. He sighs and nods though.] Certainly it's better than facing famine.

[Another sigh. So many cans. Why are there so many cans? ...though he certainly would rather cans before monster, he's hoping for some third choice that involves actual produce.

But even as dramatic as he's being, he won't forget to summon up a smile for a pretty woman.]

[blessedmaiden]

Well... maybe it is, technically speaking, but this is a gathering area like the city's orchard, when we come here we know we will go home with food. Even if sometimes leaving the shops leaves you with an awful sense of guilt...

[She frowns at his reply, this poor man will have to adapt.] That's an awfully dark comparison, sir. We have food and repair, even if it's not exactly the best, it's all in trying to see the glass half full while we're here.

[That being said, Rydia automatically offers a smile in return.]

[salace]

Is it? Perhaps a bit, but I do mean it as a bit of gratitude. Bad enough to be kidnapped, to also be starved would be a great deal worse. This may not be gourmet cuisine... at all...

But it's something, n'est-ce pas?

[Something edible. At the loosest level of the definition.]

Still, it is unkind to steal us from our homes and put us in such a dour and dire place. No cage is good but this one is particularly unsettling.

[blessedmaiden]

Indeed, it's better than nothing... and insted of focusing on how mediocre food is here let's think about home and how we'll enjoy our favorite meals as soon as we find a way out!

[She tries to be as positive as she can.]

I... suppose so. [She spent most of her life in a cave anyway.] Still, I don't find this place too bad. Caves can be dark and unsettling for some but they also have their positives. Like... we don't have to worry about bad weather? Or change our wardrobe on regular basis due to changes in temperature?

2

[utulien_aure]

Oh no, [The dark-haired elf he ducks behind tell him with a disconcerting cheerfulness] they're clearly moving. And likely hostile, more's the pity. You don't happen to be armed?

[It doesn't look like it to Fingon, but who knows? Maybe this newcomer has one of those odd firearms stowed away somewhere.]

[salace]

[...too cheerful indeed. France stares for a moment at the elf before turning back to stand at the tree. A quick shake of his head.]

Pas du tout. I was coming home from the market, and there is no battle or war to worry about. I have... had.. no need for weapons.

[It hasn't been a problem until now.]

[utulien_aure]

[Fingon gives a shrug and then shifts, his blade pointed easily toward the trees.]

I apologize, then; this situation must be very startling.

You'll need some kind of protection for as long as you're here, but that issue can wait. For now- look to your right. Do you see the exit?

Head there on the count of three. If they follow, I can cover you.

sorry for the delay! heath issues sidelined me a bit

[salace]

Very startling! C'est un cauchemar! But I'm not waking up.

[He's pinched himself for certain. France, despite the fussing, can focus though and his gaze tracks to his right.]

Ah... yes. I see it. But what about you? You are coming too, non?

[He may be unarmed and ready to run for it, but he won't just leave this person here on his own -- even if he seems quite capable.]

Not a problem. It happens

[utulien_aure]

I'm afraid our situation is much closer to an abduction than a dream, but I can explain more later.

[Fingon allows himself a quick glance at France and nods.]

I'll be right behind you, don't worry. Now, one, two, three-

Around the city

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery is doing her weekly shopping, picking carefully through the selection of cans trying to find something that isn't canned meat. canned meat sounds disgusting and she's having none of it. she overhears someone else who seems to have the same problem with the food that she does]

Unfortunately, this is what we have to choose from. It's not much, but at least there's canned fruit and vegetables.

[salace]

[France's shoulders slump all at once. Really, it's a downright tragedy. This isn't at all what living should be like. Away from the sun and the sky, with sad little cans of food.

He glances over to Margaery, not so far gone that he doesn't offer her a smile.]

Then we shall have to make do. Even if it's nearly as bad as England's cooking, I suppose we'll survive.

[roseofthetyrells]

[that's how she felt about the food, too. she's slowly (very slowly!) acclimating herself to it, but she wouldn't mind another feast like the one they had after the paintball incident

she smiles back]

We don't have much choice in the matter. Believe me, I wish it was otherwise.

sorry for the delay! heath issues sidelined me a bit

[salace]

[France will be terrible disappointed to know that he's missed a feast in this place. Especially after a few weeks of canned dinner.

He nods, heaving a sigh.]

I do as well, but how selfish mm? I have only arrived. It must be worse for those trapped here longer! Have you been in this place long, mademoiselle?

3

[occupiesvitalregions]

[Someone's already in the story, rummaging deep into the shelves. Way into them. Like, this guy has his body halfway stuck in between one to dig through what little is there. You never know what you might find hiding in the back. When France says something, he's startled, and whacks his head off the shelf and yelps in pain. Skittering out, Prussia plans to give whoever that was a stern talking-to.]

Hey! Warn a guy when you--

[Wait what

Is that

No way]

What-- What are you doing here?!

sorry for the delay! heath issues sidelined me a bit

[salace]

[Eh. What why is he being scolded? It's not his fault whoever this is happens to be so easily startled and unable to--

OH.

Well, France won;'t stop fussing back because instead he's staring for a moment before laughing.]

Incroyable. The last face I expected to see! And what do you mean what am I doing here? I was kidnapped cruelly and thrown in a cave with monsters and terrible food!

[Oh. There's the fussing.] You were abducted too?

no worries!

[occupiesvitalregions]

So was I! Like nine months ago or something! [To emphasize the bad food point, what Prussia found in the back of the shelving is a box of smores pop-tarts. It's a good day for him!

He digs his smartphone from his pocket and checks the date.]

Newbie day already? Shit... I totally lost track of time this month. You just got here? I've been the only one here since Russia left ages ago! [The only nation, that is. Not that he shed any tears over Russia disappearing.]

[salace]

Nine months??

[France actually looks aghast here.] ...did we really not notice you gone for nine months?

[Wow. That's a little sad somehow. (No one has clued France into how this place warps time he just assumes that they all forgot about Prussia for the better part of a year.]

That's right though. I just arrived here, I-- [Oh yeah no it is fine that Russia has already come and gone. Especially the gone part. Residual shudder.]

3!

[pocketspa]

[Taako's found that the people in charge of this place tend to restock ingredients- or the things that pass for ingredients- in the shops come new arrival day, so he's here too, inspecting a variety of cans.]

That's what they call it. Can't say it is, but like, it's something you can put in your mouth, if that counts.

sorry for the delay! heath issues sidelined me a bit

[salace]

Ah... if it must count, it counts. Better this than to starve, n'est-ce pas?

[But only barely better. Ugh.]

Though it's cruel to abduct us to such a place! Where is the sky and the sun? I'll wither away for certain.

its ok!! I hope you're feeling better :>

[pocketspa]

Oh, yeah, natch. You uh, kinda get used to it after a while, but it doesn't really stop being terrible.

[He looks over the other man, trying to judge if this information will be of any use to him or not, but if he's complaining about the food, it might be.]

If you're lookin' for fresher stuff, there's live fish in the lake. And the orchard grows fucked-up plans. They look weird but they cook the same as most common fruits and veggies 'n stuff. Spices too.

thank you :D

[salace]

Oh?

[Interest piqued. Look, France is confident in his ability to turn things into delicious meals! No matter what the produce looks like he can figure it out. So long as it isn't poisonous.]

That would be a start, certainly! Could you show me? If there's something better than this shelf of canned disaster... that would be some small comfort.

3.

[metronomelody]

[France passing up a legitimate excuse to wear as little clothing as possible?-- things must be utterly dire.

Austria recognizes that voice and for a moment he's unsure if that's honestly a good thing or a bad thing. At least if he appeared disheveled in front of strangers, they didn't know any better. France, however, would probably take the opportunity to whip out a camera in an attempt to memorialize this horrific moment for the ages.

Like a fool.]

... [Austria might be a little desperate though. France looks like he's seen better days himself at least.]

The cans themselves? You're correct. However, the contents inside of those cans are most likely edible.

sorry for the delay! heath issues sidelined me a bit

[salace]

[A case of survival alone, dear Austria. Stripping will come when he's less worried for his life.

And oh it will come.

But as he looks over at that familiar voice and sees... the normally oh so put together nation looking more than a bit worse for the wear.]

Your definition of edible may be looser than mine.

[A sigh.] It's been a rough day, non? [...if he knew the phone they gave him had a camera they'd definitely be taking a selfie right now. Count your blessings, Austria]