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Intro Log: Hello Nurse

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for February
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-16th
Warnings: New folks! Scary nurses! Stuff laying on the ground!

Good morning, new Hadrielites. How are you feeling? A little weird about waking up on a strange world under two suns? Yeah, we figured. You're not the only ones - just ask all the folks who woke up with you, or the folks who have been here for months. Or you could ask the monsters.

Yup, arriving with the newcomers are a number of nurses, - but not the nice ones that will patch up your wounds and bring you sweet painkillers. No, these are hunchbacked and infested or disturbingly sexy, and none of them are helpful at all. They are attracted to light and noise, and they conveniently carry melee weapons with them. All the better to beat you with! While you can kill them, they can take a lot of damage, so think twice before running in with fists swinging.

Don't worry, the nurses aren't the only thing that came in with you. Life in Hadriel can be pretty hectic, so why don't you make sure you have something to protect that phone of yours? Scattered around the arena, you can find a number of different and artistic phone cases. So grab one that appeals to you and show off your sense of style!

Once you've escaped the nurses and picked up some phone protection, you're ready for the wider world of Hadriel. 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 February 10th-16th.
► 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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[Half a year spent in this place and this is the first time that any of the newcomers to Hadriel have been anything less than grateful for Lup's help in getting them adjusted. This kind of attack takes the elf completely by surprise, which is the only reason that Jack even manages to get the upper-hand on her. Not that it's too hard physically, she's tall, but skinny, a lot more bark than bite when it comes to brawling.

Lup struggles in his grip before she's grabbing for the hand at her throat, not to pull the man off of her, but to wrap a hand around his arm. It wouldn't take very long for Jack to feel that hand radiating a heat that grows more intense by the second. Wait too long and his arm is sure to just burst into flame. Even with his fingers tightening like that, the woman still shoots Jack a glare, her voice low and threatening.]

Let. Me. Go.

Aw, baby.

[ It feels like she's searing her handprint into his arm, but Jack has his fair share of burn scars, grits his teeth against it. ]

You think I have time to snap your pretty neck before you fry me?

[ A hint of teeth in his smile, this time, even as sweat starts to trickle down the back of his neck at this terrible game of chicken. His thumb presses just under her adam's apple, fingers pressing in hard over the artery, constricting blood flow as well as air. ]

Or can we play — nngh — nice.

[Being called baby has never sent a jolt of disgust through the woman faster.]

You can just fuck right of--[His grip tightens and Lup feels her vision swim as she gasps, points of light dotting behind her eyes. Even knowing that death means next to nothing to a woman like her, she can't completely control the way her body falls into panic, heart beating rapidly in her chest as her air and blood flow are blocked, her lungs already starting to burn.

But Lup raises a second hand to dig into Jack's arm before both are immediately bursting into searing hot flames. All she needs is a second to catch her breath, to stop the way her head is starting to swim, so she can concentrate enough on a bigger spell to knock this asshole back.

And well, if she can't, she'll just roast his ass thoroughly as a lich. Either way, Lup's not getting out of this without at least a small victory.]

[ The flames are enough: Jack pulls his arm back instantly, letting her go, as he tries to haul out of her grip and slap out the sudden smoldering lick of the fire against his rolled up sleeves. ]

Son of a—

[ It's not the pain, though that has him wild-eyed and bent double. The sweater he's wearing has a shitload of sentimental value, more than his own stupid skin. He lets out a violent growl, panting with a crazy mix of laugher and pain. ]

Aaargh, what the hell, lady? God, ahaha, I forgot how much having a body can suck.

[It's just enough to make Jack retract and that's all the opening that Lup needs. His grip falls away and she stumbles forward, gasping for air, never quite as grateful for her beautiful, functional lungs as she is in this very moment. Sure, dying wouldn't have been the worst possible outcome for her, but if she ended up stuck in her lich form for another fucking month, incorporeal and unable to touch her husband, someone was going to pay.

Thankfully, she's fine. Shaken, out of breath, and incredibly pissed off, but fine.

As Lup rights herself and shoots a glare across to Jack, her hands remained coated in flame, both palms held out defensively in front of her. Just in case.]

Alright, fuckface. You have three seconds to explain yourself before I light your whole ass up.

[ Jack finishes putting out the fire on his arm, jesus fuck, and forces himself to straighten, running a damp palm through his hair, his mask-face still pinched with pain. ]

Fire? Really? Bullet holes I can patch, but you burn this sweater and there's nooo coming back from that.

[ The old, darned, ugly yellow sweater he's got on under a waistcoat? Yeah, that's his priority. Speaking of bullet holes: he draws his gun fast, a trick he learned from
Nisha, but doesn't actually shoot — it's just because he's feeling a little uneven here now that she has the fire fists and he isn't mid-strangle. ]

Can't you just answer the freaking question? Fast travel. Where. C'mon cupcake, time is money.

[Jack brings up his sweater and Lup's eyes drop from his face, only for a half a second, before the elf is grimacing at the sight of it, the heat behind her glare only intensifying by the time she's meeting his gaze again.]

Ugh, a complete fuckhead and a shit dresser? Could you be a bigger waste of my time?

[But then he's drawing a gun and Lup's shoulders draw back, her only visible hint of surprise in the way her eyebrows arch upwards. The fire in her palms dances higher, burning brighter. Looks like they're locked in this until one of the two actually backs down.

Definitely gonna be here awhile.]

What the fuck is fast travel? You have fuckin' feet, don't you? Just walk faster. Duh.

[ Jack's head tilts slightly, the way a bird's does, his eyes narrowing. But he doesn't actually chastise her for her language, or tell her about how his tailored yet rugged look is a perfectly crafted midpoint between practical, expensive, and everyman, and also, yellow is fucking great. No: he's distracted. ]

Seriously? You've never heard of a fast travel station? What the heck kind of backwater planet am I on right now?

[She doesn't lower her hands, but at least Jack's incredulous look seems to zap a bit of the intensity out of her scowl. Maybe Lup should feel a little more offended considering her own planet didn't have whatever this fast travel is either. Then again, she's kind of used to most people showing up her homeworld.

They traveled the world in a spaceship but hadn't figured out fucking toasters yet. Go figure.]

You're in Hadriel. We were all dragged in here against our will. Closest thing we have to fast travel here is a lot full of mopeds.

Wow, that's. Wow. Mopeds.

[ And he thought Pandoran ground vehicles were backwards. ]

Okay, so. No easy teleport, no spaceships, someone's just dumped us on this Hadriel planet and now we get to live here forever. Great.

[ He's sort of half talking to himself, but now his attention is back on her, though he speaks as though they're not literally holding each other in stalemate. ]

So what's your deal, cupcake. Those ears real?

Got it in one, kemosabe. Trapped here till the liches in charge decide they're done with you. If you got a problem with it, take it up with them.

[The 'not her' is heavily implied.]

Damn right they're real. I'm an elf. What's your excuse for that sagging face?

Hey now, my mask is worth more than anything you've ever owned.

[ And he's tetchy about it, that conversational friendliness receding again. ]

[Oh, she sure catches that. The bully in Lup wants to dig her heels right into the subject.]

What's it even for? Got no one to hide from here.

Oh, no, it's just like, my face? It's a replica of my face, but you know, better.

[ Better in that there aren't any wrinkles or sunspots but also, hey, no permenant fuckin' disfigurement of a scar. ]

It's part of this whole thing where millions of people know who I am because I'm super rich and important. Branding, baby.

[Hey, Lup knows all about personal branding, but this is just, uh, too weird even for her. And her face is a skeleton half of the time.]

Must be real bummed you ended up here then. No fan clubs in Hadriel.

[The fire in her palms remains flickering, but Lup's also just going to try and use Levitate to carefully float the gun out of Jack's hand. Maybe if she just distracts him long enough...]

Never caught your name. Seems pretty rude to rough up a pretty girl with no introduction first. Usually I make guys buy me dinner before we get down on the kinky shit.

I could buy you dinner.

[ Just completely unabashedly flirtatious, despite the situation. At least no-one can accuse of Jack of not being direct?

Anyway, the implication that she's into this is super distracting, so when she casts the spell his reaction time isn't quite fast enough — or maybe he just rolled low on initiative. He catches on too late, and though he does manage to pull the trigger the shot goes over her head, the gun already flying up. ]

Oh, c'mon!

[ Because it's worth a lot of money, and even more when it's the only weapon he had on him (what he wouldn't give for his nice big SMG right now...). But he doesn't whine for long, seeming to realize that disarmed, he's a little outmatched. His shield is repaired, at least, which might give him a few seconds to run if she decides to grill him. ]

[Lup's sure seen a lot of shit for the two centuries she's been alive, but never before has she been both choked out and asked out in the same conversation. This guy is some kind of special.]

Sorry, hun, but my hubby's the only guy who gets to pull my hair. So not interested.

[Somehow her little distraction plan works. The gun goes off just before it slips out of Jack's hand completely, the elf's ears flattening while the shot goes straight over her head, but it's only a half-second hesitation before the fire in Lup's palms dances higher.]

I'd start running if I was you.

[ To Jack's credit, he stands his ground, despite the fact that she's both married and way more powerful than him right now. Though maybe it's not really bravery so much as a pathological need to feel in control of the situation — the last trickles of which are starting to slip through his fingers. ]

Not until I get my gun back.

[ There's no more playfulness in his voice now, just low malice and a hint of cornered animal teeth baring. His eyes track her hands, whole body tensed. ]

[Well shit. That's a stance Lup knows all too well. Whatever weirdly playful banter was going on between them before, shit's on now. And unfortunately for Jack, the elf isn't exactly the type to just back down, especially when she's riding the wave of having the upper-hand.

So, naturally, the gun floats just a little bit higher.] That so? Whatcha gonna give me for it?

[ When Zelda gave him the kunai, in case he ran out of bullets, she probably didn't expect him to be using it for this purpose. He'd just jammed the little knives in next to his shield, thinking maybe he could find a way to attach one to his gun, make his melee a little better. Now, he fumbles for one with sweaty fingers, achingly aware of the fact that he has no bots and no backup, no shield surveyors protecting him, no digijacks or wrist laser. No money. No power. Just his shield and a blade.

He doesn't try to answer the question, because he doesn't have shit. He just springs, hoping to at least get his knife somewhere soft before she kills him. ]

[Whatever Lup had been expecting? Yeah. So not that.]

What the-- What are you doing?!

[The fire in her hands disappears the second that Jack rushes forward, her full concentration going immediately into another spell. She throws down Thunderwave instead, in an effort to knock the man back away from her again. Of course, that means her concentration has shifted elsewhere, leaving that floating gun of his to quickly plummet right back to the ground.

Better catch fast, Jack.]

[ Jack is flung back, but the moment he sees his gun drop he's on it, leaping for it with a snarl. His fingers close around the barrel, rather than the trigger, and he scoops it up and bolts. He has agile, dexterous fingers, but he still takes a couple of seconds getting it the right way around, and with the distance and his own frenetic pace, when he shoots back at her it goes wide. He doesn't bother wasting another bullet, just gets the fuck out of there. ]

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