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Intro Log: Welcome to Your New Home

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for December
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: December 10th-12th
Warnings: New folks, fire everywhere, and there are still killer robots on the loose

As far too many others have in the past, you wake up on the sandy ground of the colosseum, the stone ceiling of the cave stretching high overhead. But this is probably the first time this has happened to you - and even if it isn't, things are even more chaotic than usual right now. You've come at a weird time, friend.

The first thing you might see when you wake up is a salamander, or maybe a lot of salamanders. These amphibious creatures may be kind of cute, they're also incredibly flammable. Anything that brushes up against them has a very good chance of lighting on fire, so keep your distance, and make sure all your stuff keeps its distance too. Oh, and maybe keep them from crawling into the city to light that on fire, too. And in case that isn't enough warmth for you, you can also find a collection of different socks scattered around the arena. So that's... nice.

Of course, you've come at a remarkably bad time. A whole army of evil AI robot creatures recently attacked the city, and all you newcomers have arrived just as the attack is winding down. Does that mean you're not in too much danger? Of course not! There are still Null running around, and while they will ignore you if you ignore them, the second you attack them or deliberately get in their way they'll turn on you too. On top of that, the city itself has been devastated by the attack, with buildings destroyed and people killed. Welcome to Hadriel, let's hope no one tries to use you as a distraction while you're confused and frightened.

Once things calm down, the city's going to be on a different world - but you'll still have a life to live. You can 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 December 10th-12th.
► 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!

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Alana was keeping her eyes on the lizards, specially after being almost sure one set a small pile of socks on fire by just walking on it, but the voice snaps her out of it.

"Huh.

Who are you?

And where are we?"

Girl lowers her arm, shrugging at the onslaught of questions. Once she's sure the woman is watching her, Girl's attention turns to the lizards and making sure to stay out of their path. "Right now you're in the middle of the world's worst barbecue. I think you kinda got kidnapped into cave full of weird shit and weird people."

Girl sidesteps as a curious lizards scuttles too close. She grimaces. "You wanna talk 'bout this somewhere there ain't fire?"

The lizards don't seem malicious - in fact, they just seem to be minding their own business, being...lizards.

Very combustible lizards.

(...she still thinks they might be amphibians.)

She's suddenly very, very aware of her own position and all the lizards around her.

But that's an easy fix: she stretches out her wings and, with a gentle buzz, she's soon a couple of feet off the ground.

"Yeah, I think that'd be a good idea."

Girl's eyes are still on the creatures as she carefully starts to walk back toward the exit. She takes the woman's words as an affirmative, gesturing to be followed. "Only idea, really. Just give 'em space and we'll be out in a few. These things are a lot less persistent than las-"

She makes the mistake of looking back, part of her wondering what the buzzing is but mostly just to check the woman is keeping up. Girl stops dead in her tracks, eyes widening and words choking in her throat. "You're flyin'."

Obviously. But Girl's having a hard time getting past that fact to say anything clever.

Alana stares back at the Girl, in confused silence. It just doesn't register why she'd be surprised - for better or worse, there's not a lot of folks who don't know about Landfalleans.

So she takes it not as complete surprise that a humanoid is airborne, but that perhaps she shouldn't have outed herself so quickly - but it's not like her top makes for great cover.

"I--yeah?"

Is this going to be trouble?

"Yeah," Girl echoes faintly. The woman says it like it is normal for her. "'kay."

Girl turns away abruptly, throwing her arm towards the entrancement. She's seen a lot of weird things, many within the month she's been here. It's still strange to see someone flying, but things are catching on fire and she needs a moment to process. "Way out is just a lil' hop that way. Um. You wanna explain those things while we jet?"

"What things?"

Alana is very much mostly focused on getting out of the place where the bug combustible salamanders are just walking around. You know, besides figuring out where she is and how she got here, that sort of thing.

She does start making her way to where the Girl pointed out.

"Wing things," Girl says, voice slightly strained. She's pointedly not looking at Alana. She'd like to keep her cool until they get out of danger.

She's walking quickly toward the exit, giving most of the creatures wide berth. She makes a dash away from a too curious salamander, glad it seems more interested in heading towards some rubble than herself.

"Ain't never seen somebody with those kinda growths before. That supposed to happen?"

"Y...eah?"

Okay, so this girl really has never seen a winged person before. Alright. Alana is not sure what to do with that information, but at least it means she doesn't hate them?

When they get close to the door, she lands, ready to continue on her feet.

" What's even outside of here? Is it safe?"

"You don't act too sure."

Girl pauses near the door, glancing back quickly to the woman. It's both to make sure she's still be followed and to give the other a questioning look. She walks ahead after a few seconds, leading them outside into the cavern. Girl stops several feet from the entrance, facing the now ruined city. She assumes the woman will want a moment to take in the new surroundings.

"It ain't really outside. More like a cave." She turns to look at the woman, frowning. "Welcome to bein' trapped. And since we just got attacked, no. I can't say it's all that safe. I can only say it's better than bein' in there with all the lil' fire starters."

"Well, I-"

But she doesn't have time to respond, because it's time to get the heck out of the building.

The Girl makes a good call, because Alana sure does need a moment when she steps outside the building. The "sky" - or ceiling, rather - was definitely in view from the arena, but it's not the same as stepping out into a messed up city in a cave.

"What--I-" She had her moment of confusion inside, but it's time to resume the action now that they're away from the combustible salamanders.

"Can I have some answers now, please?"

Girl spends the few moments that the other woman gawks, to take care that nothing is singed. She's bent over checking her boots when the woman speaks and the tone makes her straighten slowly, glancing up with a slightly pity.

"I don't got a lotta answers. Sorry," she says and actually sounds like she feels a little bad. "Dd you find a little machine when you woke up here? Like this?"

Girl fishes a phone from her bag, holding it up between them.

"Somebody wrote up a big thing on these. It kinda explains some stuff. We all got nabbed and we're stuck here because some wannabe gods want to eat our emotions. No one knows how to leave. People just come and go. That's the short of it."

"A machine-" A phone? She doesn't have -- but, then, she's suddenly aware of a light weight in her pants pocket that she hadn't really registered, and she produces a similar small phone, which she stares down in confusion.

"I--wait, wait, what are you talking about?

Gods? Emotions??"

Girl nods, trying to be encouraging, when the phone is produced. Her own is pushed back into her bag. The smile that starts on her face, another attempt at encouragement, drops at the sound of near-panic confusion.

She lets out a long breath.

"Some people here think they're gods. They can take emotions, apparently, and they brought us here 'cause they feel all sorts of entitled to ours." Girl doesn't try to keep her disgust with the 'gods' from her voice. "I can't really figure out if they don't have the power to send us back or they're just holdin' us hostage. Either way, they're why we're stuck and why everything 'round here happens."

It's probably not all that surprising that Alana cannot make heads or tails of anything this girl is telling her. Between staring bewildered at her and at the phone in her own hands, Alana is just speechless for a moment.

This can't be real, right? It's probably a shitty prank. Or a weirdly specific and realistic dream? Right??

"This can't be happening. That's not--" Not possible, she wants to say. There's a lot of weird shit in the universe, but emotion-eating gods? C'mon, now!

"I don't know who or what put you to this, but--I really can't stay here. I need to go back home."

The disbelief isn't unexpected. Girl didn't believe it either at first. It was time that made it settle in for her. And, if she were being honest, the appearance of her friend. So Girl's prepared to be sympathetic, point the woman toward others who could explain things better and maybe make this seem a little more real. But-

"Me? I didn't do this!" Sympathy flies out the window and indignation takes its place. "I'm stuck here the same as you. The wannabe gods are the ones to blame, not me."

Alana didn't mean to offend, but there's really not a lot that she can do right now, or even understand. So there are going to be a few mistakes.

"Okay! Okay, sorry, I just--is there a way to talk to them?"

Girl frowns for a few moments, giving into the temptation to cross her arms. With her baby face and height, she looks like a pouting child. She huffs after a second passes.

"They have temples all over this place. And they talk on the phones every once and while. I haven't tried talkin' to the bastards, so you might wanna ask someone else for specifics." There's no love lost from her on the gods, but she offers a little advice to the woman anyway. "Seems the one who calls himself Hope is the most willin' to work with us. If you really need to talk to one, maybe try to find him."

Temples? Gods talking on phones? What the hell...

"How--do I just...go to his temple? "

"I guess?" Girl starts, shrugging. "Like I said, I haven't tried talkin' to 'em. Can't be too hard though, since some of the kids hang 'round Hope. You could ask 'round, if he's not at the temple."

"I-- can you take me these? Please?" Please. She needs to talk to them, this can't be happening, there's got to be a mistake.

"Uh." Girl stares at her awkwardly, unsure of what to say. She gives in relatively quickly, sighing and turning towards town. She figures if the woman turns out to be pulling one over on her, she can just ditch her on the way. "Yeah. I guess so."

She nods, starting towards the direction of the spires.

Alana follows closely, looking around as they go, nervously rubbing a hand over her own arm. There's something instinctive and sort of primal in looking for anything that looks remotely familiar in your surroundings, and she's experiencing it right now.

But there's nothing, and it's awful.

After a while of walking, before they get anywhere, she finally speaks. "Thank you."

Girl picks her way across the rubble and sparse city, trying to ignore the hair raising feeling of being followed. The silence settles uncomfortably over her- she should say something, she thinks. But part of her is still used to being alone with just a cat for company and the words stay sparse around strangers. Her shoulders jump a little when Alana starts.

"Uh, yeah. No big deal." She glances over her shoulder, taking in the skittish form behind her. "I get it. The whole mess is pretty Costa Rica when you first get dumped here. You need a lil' direction from someone."

She points up ahead, the temple looming at the end of their path. "Just don't blame the messenger if he don't give you the answers you're lookin' for."

" 'Costa Rica'?..." Words mumbled under her breath, but she doesn't have much time to think about it before she catches sight of the temple.

It puts some renewed energy on her step, though clueless and lost as she still is. She's still not totally convinced this is completely real, but she's not waking up in her own bed, so she just has to deal with what's right in front of her right now.

"So we just, huh...go in?"

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