Intro Log: Off my chest

[hadrielmods]

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!

Comments

[hollowly]

( he hasn't actively gone searching for a way out - because every time he mentions something like it, whoever it is he's talking to immediately shoots him down and says that there isn't. there are people that have been here as long as the gods have been bringing people in, apparently, and if they haven't managed to find a way out, yet? the newer arrivals, they don't hold much of a candle to a chance.

at the question, he takes a moment to make a closer inspection of york's armor; the color is different, of course, but the style of his helmet is just like that of wash's, and there's no denying it.

and really, there can't be that much of a coincidence where space marines are concerned, right? ) Pretty much identical. Except his was gray and yellow.

[decryptify]

[ Gray and yellow.

Wash. The thought sends a mix of different emotions through him, relief at first just that he might not be here alone, but god, Wash. What's happened to him since the break-in at Freelancer? He left, he had to leave, there was no staying at Freelancer after what he did to help Tex, but Wash had stayed behind and god knows what the Director's been up to. Maybe he should've stayed. Maybe he could've found a way to help, maybe -- ]

Gray and yellow, huh. [ A laugh, a shake of his head. ] Sounds rough on the eyes.

Did you happen to get his name -- ?

[hollowly]

( sam has no knowledge whatsoever of york's internal struggle, of just what had gone on in the past - but there's something about the sound of the man's voice when he speaks up again, something almost strained.

hopeful, but not. like he doesn't dare to be. he knows that sound. it's the same sort of thing he tries to keep to himself when he's asking if anyone new has seen his brother, both dreading and restlessly awaiting the answer. )

Wash. ( he wouldn't forget a weird name like that, not in a thousand years. ) He's actually the one that kept me from getting my hand bitten off by one of those chest things.