Intro Log: Fly, My Pretties!

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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.
► 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

[uptightness]

Space travel is as familiar to her as the back of her hand. It's been something that has been in existence for longer than she has been alive, yet as she has come to learn here, that isn't always the case. There are those who might have some form of it, and those who have not even thought to look to the stars and wonder what lay beyond. It isn't all sunshine and lollipops, as glamorous as it might seem.

She's already mentally adjusting. There are words that she herself is unfamiliar with, being that can do things that Carolina would not have thought possible. Then again, much of this place is something that doesn't seem possible. The Blues are from all different points in time, and while there might have been a momentary flash of, ha ha, you're trying to pull the wool over my eyes and now I'm going to beat the shit out of you moments, Epsilon's appearance had snuffed that out.

"How many?" If the thought had crossed her mind to keep count, it's clear that it hasn't. Project Freelancer had had them traveling through space, visiting different bodies, whether planets or otherwise. Carolina can admit that a fair number had been for a mission and nothing more, and aside from success or failure, it's not like she could give directions to a cafe or speak of their historical merit. As to an answer. "More than a handful."