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!
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Comments

[unnature]

[Damn. She'd like to see what someone like him could've done for her legs back when she had them. But capital-P-Parasites always were tricky things, weren't they? Maybe even his power could be outsmarted by a Separated Parasite.

Still, no use wondering what a man from another reality would be able to do for her in the past on her own world.]

Yeah, my abilities have nothing to do with medicine, unfortunately.

[In fact, they actively hinder her, but what can ya do when your very Nature is Disorder?]

If we could perfect a way to get some anesthetic going here, though, that'd help my case for traditional medicine. Or else you'll be the favorite doctor, and I simply can't have that.

[hot_mes]

Heh. [that's a level of snark he can truly appreciate] Traditional medicine works for me. You've got the tools, now all we need to do is forage for the right chemical elements.

At least I'm not distilling willow bark for aspirin, we're a bit more advanced than that. [not by much, though, some days]

[unnature]

Propofol might not be possible without a chemist, but maybe there's chemists here I don't know about.

[She shrugs.]

I guess worst case scenario we could whack patients over the head and hope it makes them pass out.

[hot_mes]

[SNORT!

...oh shit did she just actually make him laugh? It's a miracle!]

I'm fond of that approach. Some of the idiots around here would deserve it, and I'm pretty sure they wouldn't suffer either.

As for chemists... [a little more seriously] I don't know. There's a lab where some of the scientifically-minded congregate, but I don't actually know what anyone's specialty is.

[unnature]

[Score. Making people laugh is her secondary goal in life.]

Eh, they'll be too passed out to care at that point either way.

[As for the lab...]

So, a lab, huh? Maybe I'll check that out then. I don't see why we couldn't work together with some scientists over this kinda thing.

[hot_mes]

Yeah, it's not far from here. [feel free to explore and make friends, he'll save that for emergencies. Making friends, that is.]

I look forward to seeing you in action, Dr. Razi.

[unnature]

Yeah, same to you. You and your fancy molecular manipulation.

[She spins in her chair and lifts herself up with her cane, turning to mock salute to him on her way out the door.]

See ya around, Law.