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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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Noah's arms briefly pinwheel when the dog starts barking, holding them up to show they're empty in alarm and freezing in place until Bob has that dog under control. Noah is not afraid of dogs in particular, he rather likes them, but as a general rule he is afraid of everything and loud sounds fall under that and cancel out the dog part.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to - uh - oh, gosh. Uh. I have... water? And I could probably do some makeshift bandages? And I know where the doctor is!" The limit of Noah's ability to help but he's willing to do it, even if he approaches with a fair amount of more caution after that. He doesn't want to startle Rocco again.

"Water-"

Bob decides, first and foremost, shushing Rocco with a nuzzle against the top of his head, a and a grateful glance up at Noah.

"Those things. Those things?"

What the hell?

Water Noah can do! He unclips his water bottle from his belt and approaches a bit cautiously, mindful of the dog, and holds the water bottle out to Bob so he can easily reach it.

"Uh, that's... kind of a long story. Murdercave, there are monsters? They seem to just... show up with people. Two out of two times, it looks like." Noah sighs, shrugging.

"... Okay, I guess it isn't that long a story. There were bears when I showed up. But like... monster bears."

"Monster bears."

Bob says, echoing dumbly rather than genuinely processing. The water will hopefully help with that. He takes a long sip, and then another, and then moves, shakily, to pour a little into the palm of his hand to hold out for poor Rocco.

"Yeah. Like they were bears but ... spikey." Noah crouches down, watching Bob drink the water and give some to his dog, who is rather cute when he isn't barking. Opening up his bag, Noah digs through for a moment before he produces a couple apples, holding them out as well. Those are safe for dogs, right?

"There's food and water and shelter though - i-it isn't all bad. After the beginning."

Well okay actually things were Pretty Shitty For A While There what with old fears coming to life and all but hey let's maybe not mention that right now or ever think about it again actually.

Bob gives him a single, dazed, astonished look.

As far as he is concerned, this is about as shitty as it's possible to get. It takes him a second of delay to take the apple- which he bites into, then spits into his palm to hold up for Rocco, then continues eating with a relieved, exhausted groan.

"I owe you. What's your name?"

"Noah," he says with a little shrug, shouldering his bag again. He's pretty content to wait until Bob can get back on his feet, in case he needs someone to steady him to the little clinic Bruce set up, or maybe in the direction of the houses or the spires where there's safe shelter. "And, um, it's okay really. I... like to be helpful. When I can be."

He's a coward, so that's an 'almost never' in his own opinion.

"What's your names? Um you and the - your little furry buddy there."

"Bob." Comically normal, he knows. He clears his throat, and offers his last name, because he seldom feels like just-Bob. "Saginowski. From New York."

Desperately trying to provide context, when he feels so cut adrift.

"And this is Rocco."

"Oh, I've been to New York! Before. Uh, you know. All this." It's comforting to meet people from earth, alright? Especially after meeting literal aliens. A point of similarities that can be made.

"I'm from Henrietta - it's in Virginia. That's where I went to school when I was alive."

It's funny, how the pendulum swings so easily too far back the other direction. A second ago it had all felt too foreign; now it feels absolutely shockingly, deafeningly banal. Should he be asking him about his college prospects?

He's so dazed he misses the 'alive' bit, and instead tries to get out;

"What- happens? Now?"

Noah shrugs a bit helplessly.

"Right now we're just... trying to get by. I can show you to where the doctor's clinic is or - or just somewhere safe you can rest. There's houses and apartments with running water and electricity. They aren't too far." He's got the sort of desperately-reaching-for-a-bright-side tone, but it's what they have and is theoretically better than nothing.

"A house." He agrees, with a ragged, but sincere thankfulness to him. "A house, please."

He could collapse, could sleep for a month, it feels like.

Noah nods, standing and holding his hand out in case Bob needs help up. Not that Noah has much muscle. Any muscle. He can be there to keep steady though.

"Sure. They look a little weird but they've got everything you need there. It took me two weeks to find the toaster, I thought it was some modern art piece at first."

Bob takes it- and tries very hard not to pull the kid over as he clambers up. Rocco manages to stick his head up out of the front of his coat, and give Noah a rather less feral look-over.

"I'd settle for bread."

Never mind toast.

"There's bread in the stores." Noah says, giving the dog a similar look-over. He very very carefully holds out his hand for the dog to smell, even if he's a little Concerned that it might try to bite him.

"I can point them out on the way. So you know where to find them when you're feeling up to ... being."

"We're both hungry."

He says, softly, because he's happy to stop at a store for bread on the way.

"Thanks."

"Was there not food where you came from before?" Noah asks, though he realizes belatedly that could be a sort of tactless question and winces when the realization of that hits. He leads the way to the housing, taking a detour to where the stores with food cluster together the most. It's a bit of a long way, but Noah wants to make sure Bob can easily find his way there and back again when he needs - shortcuts are for when speed is more important than familiarizing and finding the way again.

"In the coliseum there wasn't. In Brooklyn, it wasn't a problem."

But he's actually been around for a little while now, is the real issue here. He's been here just long enough that when they make their detour, he makes one quick stop to find something that does look slightly akin to a loaf of bread.

Noah refills his bag with a couple apples while they're there, since they had to be sacrificed to the tummies of Bob and Rocco - worthy causes to be sure.

"Some people are from weird versions of worlds. Like they seem the same but then surprise actually there's like, superheroes."

"Superheroes. Batman, Spiderman."

Bob echoes, and then clarifies, eyes widening.

Well.

"What else?"

"Um. There's a robot? He looks and acts human, but he can break a door right off its hinges." Noah might have called him 'Superman' until he got Clear's name. That was definitely super-strength. "He's really sweet though. Uh, there's also a demon. But he's nice too. And another ghost with a body."

"I'm going to sit down."

Bob decides, about the only thing he can think of.

"I'll ask you more questions once I've slept, yeah? How do we- find one another, here?"

Noah can understand that.

"Did you get a phone? They don't work to connecting to an outside network but you get a pretty good signal for the closed one considering we're in a cave."

He digs around his person, and comes up with something that definitely wasn't in his pocket before he was dropped back into the thick of whatever hell that was.

"Do you have- what, a number?"

Noah smiles when Bob produces the phone. He knows a lot of people don't like the gods running this place and sure they're both pretty creepy, but. Hope makes food for them, gives them ways to keep in contact with each other. That's something to be grateful for, he things. Something to be hopeful about.

He takes out his own phone, pulls up his contact information and holds the screen up to Bob to see.

"This is me."

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