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Intro Log: Rock This City

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for January
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: January 10th-14th
Warnings: New folks, rockin' dudes made of rock, and collectible friends!

This time, it's different.

There's no cave, no stone walls looming up around you and overhead, no stifling air or artificial light- not that you'd appreciate it, seeing as to how you've probably never been here before. And still, when you land facefirst on the dirt ground of the colosseum, you may not quite appreciate all the improvements and steps we've had to take to get here- after all, you're still surrounded by strangers in a crumbling city on an alien planet in the middle of nowhere.

Oh, and you're being attacked by Earth Elementals. These creatures are tall, between seven to ten feet, and made of solid rock, capable of punching through all the squishy bits of you- and for whatever reason, they definitely want to start punching. They're incredibly strong and, seeing as to how they're enchanted alive and have no internal organs, they're very difficult to kill.

But don't let that scare you off. For all the collectors in you, you can also find a very special array of beanie babies all scattered at the ground at your feet. Do you know that some of these things will be worth a lot of money someday? Better find the rarest one and stockpile it while you can! You might run into the rainbow crab, the platypus, or the sought-after bald eagle, or many more! Be sure to never take the tag off and never ever let anyone play with them so they don't lose value.

Once you've got your kids' college fund squared away, it's time to start exploring! 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 January 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!

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Fortunately, I'm not. There were others who were quick to jump to my aid when I arrived.

Yourself?

Eh. Everything's still where it should be.

[ Like her guts! Still safe inside of her this time, and she stretches and gives him a sideways little smile to prove it. It's probably kind of an asshole move to be glad to see someone you care about in a brand new fucked-up situation alongside you, but hey. She's kind of an asshole, sometimes. She reaches to give the bird a little scritch behind the ears, and tilts her head towards his phone. ]

You getting a signal?

Swift gave him a wry smile and shook his head. Just that mental image was inordinately funny, but with everything they'd gone through--their surroundings, the history Swift had missed, all of it--he couldn't quite bring himself to laugh at the thought of being barely more beautiful than a handful of reports.

He didn't get a chance to respond, though, before Seel moved them both into a bedroom. Forever it wasn't, but at least it was a room. He couldn't ask for much more than that.

"Crowded? Who else lives here?"

[Jo had broken a few of her blades trying to take on the elementals, which is why she's headed to the armory.

She enters just in time to hear Diana speak. Jo laughs and heads over, shrugging a little.]

Rage does like deadly things.

I've heard that one before.

[Part of Ephemera wants to laugh and challenge it further (are you sure are you really fucking sure?) but he doesn't. He holds. Grins behind his helmet.]

It's called Hadriel. Magic exists. It's fucked up. You're the first one I've seen with a bow, though.

[She's on her way out, but the staggering catches her attention. Despite her healthy tan, she goes a little pale when she gets close enough to realize it's Ellie.

She drops her shotgun, letting the strap catch it as she takes off running.]

Ellie!

[He can't even deny at this point that he does need help, as much as he doesn't want anyone else to get hurt on his account.]

A distraction wouldn't hurt. We need to draw it off the door.

[Jo stays still and quiet for a moment as she thinks about what she has in her bag.]

There are a few other doors too.

[Lance brightens visibly at that.]

Really? That's awesome; I'm really glad to hear that.

I didn't stutter. [ It's less rude and more 'see how good I am at this? Not once have my lips flapped unnecessarily like poor Big Bill's!' and he even tops it off with a shit kicking grin. ]

C'mon, what d'you say?

[ Aranea had already taken out one of the things with her lance. It had left her sweaty, covered in dust, and completely confident that they were absolutely too tough for her to make enough of a dent in the population to make this place safe. The only sensible option was to leave, and live to find out what the hell was going on.

As it turned out, one of the apparent drawbacks to switching sides to the good guys happened to be that just leaving got a hell of a lot harder when there were people around who still needed help. She heard a shriek, saw a small body rolling out of the path of one of the things in a whirl of red hair and panic, and was in its path trying to drive it back with a blow from her lance before she had time to consider it. It wasn't enough; it put a little space between the rock monster and the girl, but just seemed to aggravate it.

Crap. ]

Can you run?

[You love meeting him like this, Aloy, don't deny it.]

Fate does keep pushing us together in strange ways, doesn't it. [He hums, faintly amused in the saying it, but that amusement fades immediately on her question.]

I've asked myself the same question, and I'm yet to find an answer.

[He shifts in place, turning to peer up over the top of the cover they have for a few moments before he drops down again.]

Facing this head-on may be too much for the both of us.

"A bunch of other people. Currently Pell and some female humans, George and Jo. There are four bedrooms." He left Cal's name out of it. Hopefully that would be unspoken and Seel didn't have to say his name again. "There are other places around, I suppose but," Seel shrugged. "Aruna. And Pell cooks."

Did you really want him cooking, Swift? "I've figured out the basics, mostly. How to boil water, make pasta." As long as it was in a box, he could maybe figure it out. Hopefully it had directions. "Most of the food here is provided by Hope. Or at least was provided by Hope. Food's been a problem here with Hope not being injured at the moment."

[Julie is here because sometimes a girl just needs a drink and some company that she doesn't need to talk to in order to unwind, and things have been weird enough lately that the beer in her hand is just what the doctor ordered.

... So to speak.

Beats having to sneak her own liquor into the fucking bar.

Richie does get her attention with that hail, but probably not in the way he wants to. She looks at him, looks him up and down, then raises one eyebrow just slightly.]

Your mom know you're in here?

[Yusuke had been looking anyone seeming lost enough to be a newcomer and who might still be in need of help, yet what he didn't expect to find was a familiar head of red hair and glasses. He spots her trying to get a stranger's attention, and wastes no time in intervening before she might start to panic.]

Futaba! Are you all r--? [He cuts himself off from his own question when he spots the lobster stuffed toy in her arms, eyes going wide.] Oh, may I see that?

[Because, you know. Priorities.]

Aloy.

[He's not giving her solid answers, and now he's changing the subject, which means he must not know. She's getting that familiar itch, the urge to just break the armor down and reassemble it herself, figure out exactly how it ticks. If she could just get her hands on it, she knows she'd understand, but she has no illusions about how realistic that desire is.]

And yours?

[Strange name. Ephemera hesitates a moment, thinking it over, before deciding not to remove his helmet. Not just yet.]

Ephemera. Don't give me that look. I didn't pick it.

[Well, he brought it up, so it's fair game to talk about, obviously.]

It isn't just you. All of you have strange names.

Strange how?

[It's asked with genuine curiosity. His was a bad joke from years ago. Everyone else has fairly normal names, as far as he knows. ~~He doesn't actually talk with a lot of people~~.]

[ Richie succeeds in stifling his laugh, but it sounds more like a watery chortle as he clamps a hand over his mouth. It's a grand success--usually he doesn't even cover his mouth and just guffaws.

He'd been trying to pick something in a weak attempt to help Ignis around his house, never mind the fact that the Losers are all crammed together in a completely separate apartment. The problem is that he doesn't know what all of the fruits and vegetables even are, and that gets him frustrated, which makes him decide to not do it at all.

He may or may not be laying under a tree cat-napping when he hears her. ]

The garden of herpes?

[ It's one of Richie's little past times--he throws rocks, trying to skip them as far as he can. It reminds him of the Barrens, it reminds him of Derry and the little canals. It reminds him of home.

He misses it an awful lot. Now more than ever, with Beverly and Bill gone, but he pushes past the sinking feeling in his stomach whenever it comes up and does stuff like this to offset it. It's simple, but it works, and Richie has to channel his energy somehow.

Besides, no one expects someone like him to be able to skip a flat rock five times in a row. It's great for bets. He'd been in his own head, squinting at the water to see if he can make it go six times (is that even possible?) when he looks over. ]

In the mood for sushi?

[ His grin is small but bright. ]

[ Richie's a fairly safe pick: he's only 13 so it's not like he's had age or wisdom to be pretentious or judge people who look nervous. Plus, he's got a pretty good array of beanie babies shoved under his arm like treasure-hoarding goblin.

His glasses are also half-falling off his face and sliding down his nose when he whips around (pleasedon'tbeeddiedon'tbeeddie--oh thank God it's someone else) and his brief moment of shock is smoothed right over with the tiniest of smiles. ]

S'up? Oh, hey, you got 'em, too?

[ He lifts his beanie baby filled arms up. ]

[It's nice to hear—not just for Wash's sake, but for Ephemera's too. Kyna stays silent, considering it and not quiet meeting his eyes.]

I get it. Why you needed to blame him, I mean.

[She still doesn't think it was completely fair, and she still thinks he might be subconsciously twisting things so that he can blame Wash for them, but if someone was at all involved in killing Nico, she knows she'd do the same.]

We have Big Bird. [ That probably won't mean anything but that doesn't matter to Richie--his face lights up like he's a 6 year old at a petting zoo, adjusts his glasses like it's somehow a telescope and he can see better by shifting them slightly to the left, and his grin widens even further. ]

Is it a type of ostritch or something? Woah.

[She shakes her head.]

They sound... wrong. I don't know how to explain it.

[Aloy pauses, thinking, then tries again.]

Old.

[Admittedly, Ephemera's is closer to normal than most of the others she's heard.]

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