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INTRO LOG: FACE OFF

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for November. Don't get your face eaten!
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: November 10th-17th
Warnings: Monster-related violence, people lamps, general unpleasantness, mass confusion.

You wake up on the hard earth of the colosseum. By the state of things and the various aches and pains in your body, you've probably been passed out there for awhile. A few things should immediately become clear to you upon an initial assessment.
1. You're not alone
2. You're near other people who look to be in a similar state.
3. You're also near an assortment of human shaped lamps.
4. You're also near something that skitters off into the shadows of the colosseum.
Of all of these alarming things, the skittery object might be your largest concern. Be wary when turning corners or shutting out the lights: the Hunters work best when your vision is obscured, so their gelatinous form is even harder to spot. Their main goal will be to kill people of course, though they prefer to hide in corners and smaller rooms. Watch out when trying to work through the halls of the colosseum to find the outdoors- they're surprisingly quick, and they prefer to kill their prey by opening their face-flaps and wrapping their mouths around your head. Fun!

More information on Hunters can be found here!

Second largest concern? Maybe it's the people lamps. Maybe it's the actual people around you. Whatever it is, be sure to familiarize yourself with it quickly. The devil you know is better than the devil you don't, after all.

All done with the horrible monsters and awkward greetings? Try your hand at exploring the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies until your little heart is content. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers November 10th-17th.
► 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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By now, it's become obvious that there's something happening at the coliseum. Enough bruised, bloody and disoriented bodies have poured out into the city that Bruce has packed up everything he has in terms of first aid supplies and come to the edge of the space- the odd Hunter tears out after one of the newcomers, so he has to be careful, sticking to cover and watching his back, but he has water with him and supplies.

When someone who he thinks he recognizes from footage of the Winter Soldier, aka Bucky Barnes, aka the man he's heard about from Nat (and to some degree, Steve) in turn emerges, he has to take a second to tell if he's hallucinating, and then a second to tell himself that it doesn't matter if he is. Either way, that first and foremost is probably someone who needs his help.

So, he steps out from behind cover, and clears his throat, approaching with a bottle of water carefully in hand.

"Are you hurt?"

Banner is lucky that he doesn't startle that easily. Having someone come out of dark corners, especially after dealing with the Hunters, is not the best way to approach him.

However, unsurprised as he may be, he still had drawn out one of the knives he has on him in preparation.

The question gets answered with silence and a long look, as if he's trying to determine if this is some kind of a trick. He knows Banner's face and a little about him but not much. Certainly not enough to make an informed decision on whether this man is someone he can turn his back to in any way.

Finally though, he does answer with a shake of his head. "M'fine." he says, voice coming out odd due to little use as of late.

"What do you know about where we are?"

"Almost nothing."

He admits, quietly.

"But I can tell you what I do know. Only, this is a dangerous part of town. You should come with me to the residential quarter."

Taking a few steps in that direction.

"Long conversations are safer behind closed doors in this city."

He doesn't follow immediately, taking a moment to weigh his options. Going forward without Banner might seem like a possibility ut he knows that he's clueless about where he is right no wand having information..

Well, that would be good.

So, sucking in a breath, he trails after him, hands in his pockets, fiddling with one of the knives as he does so. Trust is far from what he has for the man right now but he suspects it's better than going at all this alone.

He contemplates asking him if he's met Steve yet, but judiciously bites his lip and decides that he's going to do that when they're actually near to or ideally at the house where he lives, so that Bucky can't bolt first and never reemerge.

"The city seems to be a cave. We all arrived here a month ago- it seems like you're part of a second wave, of sorts."

That looks about right. The idea of a caved city unnerves him a little but he doesn't say that. Instead he just keeps pace, eyes ahead of him and listens.

"There are others? Who are they?" It's a simple question and he's not expecting to know any of the people in more than a periphery way but he decides he should ask nonetheless.

"There are maybe fifty of us, by now. Maybe."

It's almost impossible to get a solid estimate in a city like this.

"Not everyone is friendly, but the outright aggressive ones are more the exception than the rule."

He makes note of that, the knowledge that not everyone is willing to play nice a useful thing to keep in mind.

"Is anyone taking charge? Who's leading?" Because he assume someone will at least try, if not actually succeed. Though maybe not enough time has passed, he can't entirely say.

"No one. We mistrust one another too badly for that."

He admits, with a shake of his head.

"I hope we're working on it, but-"

"Can't blame them," he says with a shrug. It doesn't surprise him that there's a thread of mistrust running through everything. After all, he's right alongside that thread himself, so he didn't expect anyone else to be any different.

"Not much reason to trust at the moment," he points out. "At least not that I've seen."

"Part of me says that with time, that will change. Part of me insists I do not intend to be here that long."

Bruce is of the camp determined to find a way out.

He makes a small noise of approval, nodding his head and continuing to think. He has no idea what the chances of escape are but the idea of staying here, tangled up in whatever has got them here, does no thrill him.

"If we're lucky," he says. "You'll be right on the second count. " Then he smiles, a bitter little expression. "Think well be that lucky?"

"No. I would anticipate- just no."

He hopes for the best, of course, but has gotten awful used to preparing for the worst of the worst.

"There are some young men here with more experience travelling like this than I have, but I can't make heads or tails of the stories they tell me."

A nod and a moment of silence as he considers the implications of having people used to this sort of thing.

"So," he says carefully. "We're working with next to nothing." He smiles but it's not even close to sincere. "It could be worse."

"You're not suspicious? A sentence like that kind of invites calamity."

He points out, with a very faint twitch of a smile in return- he seems to mean his.

"I am," he says with a shrug. "But considering the circumstances at large right now, I'm letting the possibility exist until further notice."

"Well, I can at least feed you. These things are a little easier to face when you're full. Have you been able to find food and water? Stoves? The vegetables are a little strange to learn to cook with, but once you get the hang of them-"

He's been trying.

"Not yet," he admits. By the look of him, he could use food and water both. It seems he's ben living rough for a while now and even at the mention of food, he can feel his stomach twitch in anticipation.

"What do you want?" It's a simple question yet one he feels obligated to ask. He's a thing that bends to demands, at least he had been, and while he can pretend that Banner would do this out of the goodness of his heart, he can't actually put any hope behind it.

"What do you mean?"

It honestly wouldn't even occur to him to ask for something in return for this.

"Want what?"

"For the food," he states, looking at Banner like this is the most obvious thing in the world. "What do you want for sharing the food?"

It may not occur to anyone else but he has no desire to be under anyone's debt, especially not right now and Banner is no exception to that.

"Nothing. There's no shortage of that here, we don't barter for it."

He says, couching it not in generosity but as a question of resource non-scarcity.

"You'll be able to find lots, and I'll be able to find more."

He considers that, then nods. If there's plenty to be had, he can relax a little more at the idea of being given something. Not much but a little.

"All right," he agrees, looking to Banner then the landscape around them. "I can work with that."

Bruce nods, and starts walking again.

"I have to get back to the clinic, but from there, I can point you the way to housing."

It seems like the best thing to do.

He nods. "Fine."

Then after a beat, he asks "There's a clinic? Or have you been working to set one up?"

"We've been working to set one up."

He says, because there are a few people involved now.

"It's slow going, to be sure, but if you see any supplies, it would be a tremendous help."

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