hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Fly, My Pretties!

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Intro Log: Fly, My Pretties!

What: The intro log for May
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: May 10th-14th
Warnings: Flying monkeys! New friends! Prosthetic limbs!

Here in Hadriel, we do introductions right. That means dumping you on the ground of an old Roman-style Colosseum with a bunch of scary monsters and also a bunch of weird shit. Your monster of the day happens to be Winged Monkeys, more commonly known as flying monkeys, from the Wizard of Oz and affiliated stories!

As you may have been able to guess, these creatures can fly and they're rather intelligent- intelligent enough to wield spears and daggers as crude weapons and strong enough to pick someone right up off the ground and fly with them to a perch, where they'll... you know, stab them with their knives and stuff.

Why? We don't know. It's Hadriel.

Just in case you lose a couple of limbs in the process of escaping these critters, we've got you covered. Scattered around the newbies are prosthetic limbs for various body parts. These limbs are all fully functional, even if they look a bit... odd, so if you've lost an arm or two, or a leg, or even a pinkie finger, feel free to grab one and try to figure out how to use it!

Good job dealing with those monkeys! It's kind of a weird thing to be threatening, but clearly someone was afraid of them once. Once you're done, 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 May 10th-14th.
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Shit. And how many times has it happened?

[Jane is in way over her head. she's used to braving the wilds of London, not having to flee from fictional monsters.

fortunately, they're nearing the exit]

This is too weird.

This is my fourth, but it's been going on for years.

[Although not quite in the same format as this, she'd been told.

She can see the entrance out to the rest of the city ahead, and giving once last sweep, Carolina lowers her guard ever so, turning toward her. Not that she doesn't keep glancing out of her peripheral vision.]

It might take some getting used to, but it's not all bad.

Years? Wait, I could be here for years?

[Jane is horrified by the notion. she spent four years in London, but that was mostly because of Dan. and the time she was in NYC, she spent going from guy to guy, strip club to strip club.

Jane sees the exit, straightens up, and runs for it]

So what are its good points?

Possibly.

[Not like Carolina is going to sugar coat it, but she's also not going to make it seem like it's the end of the world and say goodbye to the next half century of your life.]

Some seem to stay longer than others. How or why, I can't explain.

[Maybe those who left had found something.]

No rent. No currency. Find an empty place, or not, and you can live there.

[she's finally outside the Colosseum and takes a deep breath in relief]

Holy shit. No way.

[she shakes her head in disbelief]

Okay, that's really weird. How do they get out?

[because she wants to get out and get out now]

So, what, everything's free?

[she's not letting herself believe it yet. in her experience, everything comes with a catch]

If I knew that... [She wouldn't be here. She'd have taken the Reds and the Blues (or those that wanted to go) and gotten her ass out of this place. Although, she does have to admit that it's not quite as bad as she had originally thought.

A lot of that was having some of the team here though.]

Well, not items that other people already own.

[In case she was planning on breaking in to other people's houses and taking their stuff. Carolina's not going to be accountable for that.]

...you probably wouldn't be here. Got it. [Jane is on her own. which is how she'd prefer it, honestly. she doesn't love Dan anymore, so having him here would be pointless.

Jane's always been a loner. she's guessing that will have to change]

So no breaking and entering. [she winks]

You can, but reactions might vary.

[They had had their own b&e at their place, although it was the previous owner coming back... In their defence, he had been gone for quite a while, and there were few possessions that had even spoken of the place being lived in. They had all just assumed that it was left over items from someone who had left.]

Although if you prefer not to live alone, you can use your device to contact others, asking for a room mate.

Since I don't want to be shot, I think I'll avoid that.

[she assumes that in a weird place like this, everyone must be armed to the teeth like it's the Wild West]

No. I don't think I'd want a roommate.

[she just got out of a relationship and thinks she wants to live on her own for a while]

More likely stabbed, or hit with something.

[Or just yelled at and questioned. Carolina doubts that those are any of the reactions that she would be going for- or that she should be. She doesn't know much about her after all. Not that she exactly comes off as a master thief extraordinaire.]

Finding your own place is doable then.

I'd like to avoid that, too.

[she's a master liar. she maintained a false identity for four years and none were the wiser. she's not, however, a master thief]

Good. I assume they're all decorated like hotel rooms?

Uh. Depends what type of hotel rooms you're used to...

[Don't expect grand and fancy, unless she stumbles across someone abandoned that was so. Their own items are mish-mashed. Eclectic. Usable, but they're not going to win any home style contests.]

I'm used to cheap and trashy with cigarette butts on the stair landings.

[partially a lie. the apartment she'd shared with Dan was small, but nice. the place she had after she left him the first place was definitely on the sleazy side]

Possibly minus the butts.

[Carolina wouldn't call their place glamorous, but no one there also is really a decorator... Donut would have been the best bet.]

Doesn't mean that you can't improve where ever you find though.

Then I'll feel right at home.

[she'll be happy with four walls, a door, a bathroom, and a bed. mostly the bed. she's been awake for nearly 24 hours by this point and she's feeling the effects]

We get stuff like that? Paintings, knick-knacks, maybe a table lamp or two?

[It is four walls, a roof, and even a door, at least at the one they are at now. Even the one that Wash was at before had been fairly decent. She's yet to see one that is worse for the wear, but she hasn't been to every residence, and the ruins are obviously ruins.]

You get your basics, or you should, anyway. There's shops for other things.

[then she'll be in good shape. physically, at least. it will be strange, living without Dan again]

I hope they take pounds because I hadn't made it to the currency exchange yet.

I... don't even know.

[Drawn out slightly as she quirks an eyebrow. That small shrug. Carolina takes what she needs, nothing more, and she's got enough guilt for doing that.]

I arrived with no currency, nor have I seen anyone with any.

Yeah? No cash at all? Weird.

So what do people do around here, if they're not going to work and getting paid?

[the notion of everything being free will be hard for her to accept]

It's not exactly something I carry on a daily basis.

[That wry warmth to her voice. You on't tend to stop and buy goods at the local corner store while on a mission.

That soft hum though.]

Depends on the person. There are things you can do. Make your own job. Get yourself hired. Explore. Sit around... and do nothing.

It is something I do.

[she can hear the warmth and responds to it, but where Jane comes from, there's no such thing as a free lunch]

I kind of doubt anyone's gonna be in the need for a stripper.

[Lunch, as it is, is generally included. Or taken, if need be. Or, they simply get locked in their suits and don't eat lunch at all. Not something that Carolina suggests that anyone does.]

A- [Nope, she did say that.] I can't say that I am, but, I mean, maybe?

[she definitely did say that]

Maybe you're in need of my . . . services, or maybe you're not? Either way, it's fine by me.

[Okay. Right. That was a bit peculiar.

Rather, she does manage to laugh at herself.]

Not me. Maybe other people?

[boundaries, she has few.

she raises an eyebrow slightly]

If you say so. But if you change you're mind, just let me know. The name's Alice.

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(cw: sex work)

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