hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Off my chest

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for April.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: April 10th-13th
Warnings: Newbies, explosions, and things that are definitely treasure chests and not evil monsters out to get you.

Welcome to your first day in Hadriel! Enjoy your surroundings, meet your fellow travelers, and be sure to start exploring so you can collect as much loot as possible!

On the ground around you may notice bang snaps, scattered haphazardly. Try not to step on any of them, or you might burn your feet! Feel free to gather them up and use these baby fireworks however you see fit; there are dozens strewn about on the ground. Popping them will emit clouds of smoke of various colors, and... well, not much else.

Is there anything else lurking around? Glad you asked! If you look around, you may find a few innocent-looking treasure chests. Which you know, normally means free loot- except, in Hadriel, nothing is quite the way it's advertised of course and the chests are actually dangerous mimics. Mimics- often disguised as treasure chests- are monsters with surprisingly quick movements and gaping maws filled with teeth. They exist to try and fool an unlucky traveler into thinking they've gotten something good... only to lunge at them in their moment of triumph and prove that life is actually terrible and nothing comes for free.

Good luck!

Once you've managed your daring escape from the colosseum, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers April 10th-13th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
► All characters now arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

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[ It's not truly as if Dean always intends for it; at this point in his life, it's just sort of a habit to keep people held at arm's length until further notice. The inevitable few always break through but over the years it's managed to take longer and longer for anyone to do so. Downside of being a Winchester - one among many. And yet, at least, there's solace in being newbie's together. That he's somehow not alone in this chaos, a fairly new thing for him considering his past experiences. ]

Not a lot of people are gonna be asking me for anything, so hey- don't worry about it.

[ Dean knows for a fact that he is nobody's real go-to when they're looking for support from a stranger. But hey, he can at least do one thing, because he knows what it's like (and because he's a sucker in the face of sad women)-- ]

Drinks on me.

My hero.

[ Fiona's was sarcastic, but it was laced with her own dry humor. It was an honest effort to show his consolation, she guesses, so she won't argue him on it. It's not a moment of weakness - she's definitely not opposed to conning him to gain an advantage, but man. She's a little too tired for that. He's lucky to receive some half-honest conversation. ]

Lemme guess. You're looking for someone or something too?

[ It wasn't hard to guess - everyone had questions. It was a card she plays, hoping to at least offer the same consolation back to him. ]

[ Hah. Yeah. Hero. That's funny.

The question startled him just a little, snapping him out of his own intentions to be the gentleman in this situation and reminding him that he was just as much out of the loop as she was. Not to mention, he was without Sam.. something that wasn't altogether strange in places like this, but still remained potentially problematic. It wasn't as if he wasn't going to look, but there seemed little hope he'd find him.

-- Couldn't hurt to try. ]

Uh, yeah- Sam. My little brother. Don't think he's here but might as well try to make sure he hasn't gotten himself lost.

[ It's sad, Fiona can definitely feel the knot in her stomach tighten a bit when Dean speaks. That had to be a common thing here. Fiona didn't have much to her name, but a sister she gave a damn about was one of the few things she did have. ]

We're in the same boat then. Figures.

[ She's not an idle type - sitting around drinking herself into a stupor was the last thing she wanted to do. ]

Sasha, she's my - uh. She's my little sister. I've asked a few other people, checked a few places and nothing. If she is here, she can take care of herself. Just wanna know if she's okay.

[ Too bad she didn't catch the guy's name she was chatting up on the network........ This would give Dean 100% more good news. ]

I'll keep an ear out for Sam.

[ It shouldn't take a genius to figure out that Dean relates. That desire to have your kid little brother with you even when you don't want him there at all - want him somewhere safe, but with you, but most of all safe. Dean's brow furrows a bit more heavily, realizing that they're in the same exact boat here, and there's nothing they can do but wait it out. ]

I appreciate it. And if I see Sasha around, i'll let her know you're lookin' for her.

[ Well, okay wait- back up one sec. ]

If I knew your name, I would. I'm Dean.

[ It's like they're going to social ranks. It's adorbs.

Fiona isn't going to just look idly in her empty glass for much longer. That's the most depressing thing she could think of in this equation. There's a drum of her fingers before she scoots herself over - leaning waaaay over until her hand is extended. She may be Pandoran scum, but she has some manners. ]

Name's Fiona. Nice to meet you. I'm usually not this rude but given the circumstance, sorry for the delayed introduction.

[ It really is.

But oh hey, okay- we're hand shaking now. Dean whips out a grin, because those are just sort of expected or something (god he's bad at this, just like always), before giving her a firm handshake. Though his amusement over her leaning so far his way is pretty damn evident, he does try to make it a little easier on her by leaning in just to equal the playing field, before he's scooting back and swirling the whiskey left in his glass. ]

Hey, don't sweat it. Usually don't got time for introductions when you find yourself dropkicked into the middle of a new universe.

You say that like it happens often for you.

[ The context of his statement, anywho. She's not really into the whole idea of multiple universes - the inclusion of vaults and space travel is enough for her to handle. Fiona's handshake shows a bit of firmness, but she ... totally is snapping back to her chair. She tried - literally bending over to be friendly. ]

Not really an ideal spot to be in either way.

[ Dean just maneuvers his way through a half-hearted shrug, not willing to say too terribly much else about the other-universe-conundrum quite yet. Besides, you can't just start off an introduction with 'there was that one time....' without coming off as a bit of a weirdo. And while Dean sucks at far too many social interactions, at least he's grown to know that one by heart. There are some things you just don't say until the second time you run into someone.

Maybe the third. ]

And this is the part where I say we've just gotta make the best of a shitty situation.

Buddy, that's my whole life. Definitely doable.

[ There's a breath of fresh optimism there in some weird... tragic way. Not only did having to 'deal' with something as dramatic as this seem totally pessimistic, but it was actually common. Least she wasn't dead (she thinks) and at least Sasha was fine. Hopefully. See? Optimism. ]

At least I can enjoy a drink and not worry about raiders or bandits. That seems like a blessing.

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