hadriel_logs | 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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Fortunately it's a very sturdy machine that can tolerate a good smack or two. Rey's pretty sure that it's not even electronic, given the amount of data and games such a retro-looking model is allowed to have. She's learned to stop questioning these things.

It isn't isn't the first time Rey has been thrown a provocative suggestion. She might be personally inexperienced in these realms of social interactions, but she's far from innocent and blissfully unaware.

"You look like you would sooner puke on me than you would get anything out of that," Rey retorts, an eyebrow raised.

Boss leans against the arcade machine with a grin - Well, she misses the first time and almost falls over, but she does eventually get the look she's going for: Arms crossed, her back and one foot up on the side of the machine, and a really devil-may-care attitude.

"Psshh," Boss waves off the concern, "I can hold my liquor. Haven't barfed in like..." She trails off and seems lost in thought, and then starts counting on her fingers. "Wait... That doesn't count..." Give her a second...

"Fuckin', ten years? It's a good record."

Isn't this a smooth one. Rey, perfectly sober, just folds her arms as well, leaning her weight over one leg as she watches this drunk skunk count her years.

"Yes, but did any of those include erotic asphyxiation at some point?"

She's been hit on enough by now to know where this is going.

Boss stands up a little straighter at the accusation.

"One time," she holds a finger up for emphasis. Once! "And that was more than booze." Wait. Did she mean the times she threw up or the times she held it down? Boss's face goes a little blank, a little less confident as she tries to work that one out in her head.

"Doesn't matter," She pushes off the machine and marches over to stand next to Rey, "What matters is that we are definitely having a bench press competition."

Her weight shifts back into both legs, standing up straight as Boss approaches her. For a moment, she wonders if this woman will even be able to make it that far... But then she feels her own mouth twist into an awkward grin.

"Are you sure about that? You look like you are barely fit to hold another glass, let alone a barbell."

Do they even have barbells around here? Not that Rey would need one to prove a point.

"Positive," Boss chuckles. She doesn't make any effort to hide the way she sizes the other woman up, her attention drifting loosely around her scars. Oh, there are stories there. Stories that she's practically dying to know.

That can wait, though. For now, there are more pressing matters.

"Who says we need barbells? Come on. There's... " Her eyes wander across the room, "Fuck, tables. People."

Pressing matters. Yes.

The suggestion Boss offers almost makes Rey laugh.

"Should find Dr. Razi, then. She seemed pretty keen on volunteering to be a human deadlift."

Though there was probably more innuendo in that than Rey cares to admit that she caught.

"Dr. Razi," Boss intones before blowing a raspberry, "Was a big deadlift on my fuckin' couch the other day."

The good news is, it seems the two have definitely already met. Look, hey, fuck that. Fuck anything else. Boss grabs the corner of the pool table and starts lifting.

At that, Rey snorts. She gets the point.

Then Boss goes and lifts the table. Rey's hands slide to her hips, head ducking as she shakes it. This is ridiculous, but that just about sums up her life.

"That's nothing. Who do you think carried all this shit up here?"

Save for the arcade machine, which Rey had found one day with Sato and Firo hauling the thing inside the Speakeasy.

Intro Log: Fly, My Pretties!

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