Intro Log: Fly, My Pretties!

[hadrielmods]

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]

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.

[myrealname]

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?

[uptightness]

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.]

[myrealname]

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]

[uptightness]

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.

[myrealname]

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?

[uptightness]

[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.

[myrealname]

[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.

[uptightness]

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.

[myrealname]

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]

[uptightness]

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.

(cw: sex work)

[myrealname]

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.

[uptightness]

[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?

[myrealname]

[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.

[uptightness]

[Okay. Right. That was a bit peculiar.

Rather, she does manage to laugh at herself.]

Not me. Maybe other people?

[myrealname]

[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.

[uptightness]

[Alice.

It's a little close to Allison.

Which might be a name that most people would shrug over but given the history with it, with her mother's name, with Texas, with Project Freelancer.

And, she's not actually much of a touchy feely person. York used to draw it out in her, although he usually got a punch as well.]

Thanks?

[Half question, half statement, and perhaps a slightly amused little huff to it.]

But, you could always advertise. Pretty sure someone had been asking for casual sex a while back. But, I mean, if that's something you actually wanted to do.

[myrealname]

[and it's an assumed name, taken from a girl who died saving the lives of others over a hundred years ago.

but Jane liked herself better when she was Alice, so Alice she'll remain in this strange new world]

You're welcome. [she says warmly]

Casual? What I do, there's nothing casual about it. It's an art.

[okay, she's lying a little. what it is, is a good source of income and something she genuinely enjoys. how many people can say that they enjoy their job?]

[uptightness]

[Yup. She might just give Tucker a run for his money, and Carolina does half debate introducing them just to see what sort of a situation would unfold. There was a certain pleasure about watching people squirm, especially the Reds and the Blues.]

I'll have to take your word for it. I've been a soldier by profession.

[myrealname]

[do it, do it, do it. you know you want to]

A soldier, huh? What's that like?

[uptightness]

[She might. One day. When Tucker is really bothering her...]

It's- [How do you even describe it.] Busy, usually? We've had some interplanetary issues.

[myrealname]

[so in other words, a day that ends in y]

So, wait, you've been to other planets?

[uptightness]

[Twenty-four seven, although that doesn't always work depending on the planet she's on... Not that she minds, really. Carolina does give a nod.]

Kind of comes with the job.

[myrealname]

[24/7. . . this two suns bullshit is really going to get to her]

Where I'm from, soldiers go to other countries, not planets.

[uptightness]

What century are you from? Twenty-fifth for me.

[Which might explain some things. Although she also knows that not all planets are the same. Perhaps whenever she is from, they never achieved space travel.]