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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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Adam spends a certain amount of time out in the city, checking the shops for anything that might be of use and learning his way around. Without any real maps or much besides some landmarks, it's best if he gets used to it as quickly as possible.

And really, it isn't a surprise to come across someone who looks like they've come out poorly in a fight. Not with the strange creatures that show up sometimes, not to mention the strange people. Of whom this man might be part, and Adam considers walking on by, but in the end, he chooses not to. They've got to find allies somehow, after all.

"Ah - excuse me. Are you all right?"

Bob is still walking, but is honestly hungry, and badly drained- he found food earlier in the week but hasn't in a little while, and hasn't made his way to one of the apartments yet to get into one of the kitchens.

He blinks at Adam, rallies, clears his throat, and tries;

"They said we might find somewhere safe to stay this way?"

"Yeah. There's spires with apartments inside - just over there."

He points to the spire, visible over the tops of the strange buildings around them.

"But do you need a doctor or something? It looks like you got attacked."

Which is not so surprising, in this place, but Adam is not quite willing to let it pass without comment.

"I need some clean water."

He admits, looking down at himself.

"A lot of it, if we have no shortage."

He's scraped, but he's not hurt- just exhausted, cold, and hungry.

"The water in the apartments should be safe. At least, it hasn't had any ill effects so far."

Adam has a bottle of water on him - he usually does, along with a bit of food and some medical supplies, just in case - but that won't be much help. It's enough for drinking, not really enough for washing.

"Just pick an empty one and you should be able to use whatever's in it. Mostly we just lay claim to whatever we want, here."

"They say they're ahead?"

He checks, glancing over at the dim shape of the spires in the city's half dark. He misses daylight most of all, maybe. The hot burn of sun on his face.

He needs to get out of here. Settling in, he tells himself, is a mistake, but-

Maybe if he just had a door to lock he could lie down for a few minutes?

"Yeah. Do you want me to show you?"

Adam is generally not the type to trust others easily, but the man hasn't done anything sketchy yet, and he's always been sort of fond of dogs. If nothing else, he can lead them somewhere a bit safer, where they can rest.

Bob clears his throat, and nods, taking a step forward to follow him.

"Yeah."

A moment late, but the god's honest truth is that he's still in the tiniest bit of shock from all of this.

"What's it called? This place."

He starts leading the man through the street, taking his time - not going too fast. Bob looks tired, and there's no point in outpacing him.

"Hadriel, they said. We don't know very much about it. All of us are pretty new here."

Adam glances down at the dog, then at the man.

"I'm Adam Parrish."

"Bob Saginowski."

He says, following him- not quite limping, both feet hurt equally just as much, the one to the other- but certainly in a great deal of pain. Sore, tired, filthy and beat up.

"Just- a few days, if you can measure days."

"Nice to meet you."

Well, sort of. It's not particularly nice to meet anyone, here, but Adam is as polite as ever. He looks at Bob, and for a brief moment studies the way he's moving. It's familiar, and Adam thinks some rest and a safe place to stay will help quite a bit.

"I've been here about a month. Or a little more, maybe. The days sort of run together here, maybe because we can't see the sky."

"You too."

He says, by rote, and then nods, once. Thanks.

"Tell me-"

Anything, just so long as Adam talks and he can just quietly follow.

"I don't know much."

But he'll share what he does know, as long as it doesn't touch on anything sensitive or personal. Adam can do that much.

"They brought us here by accident, they say, and they gain power from our emotions. Sometimes there are monsters here too, and sometimes strange things happen - we all saw things that we fear, recently."

Luckily, his bruises from that have faded.

"Where does the food come from?"

Is his first question.

"Does it show up regular-like?"

It's not a place that looks like it'll lend itself to foraging.

"Supposedly one of the gods supplies it. I don't know if he creates it or if it's brought in from somewhere else."

And he doesn't know if he believes that, either, but what other explanation is there, in the end?

"There's always plenty in the shops. It seems to refill regularly, and so far I haven't found anything poisonous."

"Gods."

Bob echoes, absolutely flatly. In the list of things he hasn't gotten to about this place as of yet, that particular fact is pretty high.

"That's what they call themselves."

And Bob's reaction seems to say that he is unfamiliar with them, which - well. Better he knows now.

"They call themselves Hope and Fear, and they say they're powered by our emotions. The matching ones, of course. They certainly seem to have more power than any of us."

"They think we-"

He shakes his head.

"-they think we can feel anything akin to hope in this place?"

He can barely imagine.

"That's what they say."

Hope isn't exactly Adam's strong point, so he entirely understand that tone of voice. It might not be impossible, but it certainly seems that way sometimes.

"But that's where the food comes from, and most of the other things. And I guess that's why they torture us sometimes."

Yeah. There's that.

"I have another question."

He says, peculiarly maybe, but it's something he feels a little self-conscious about asking.

"Is there a church? A proper one?"

"Not that I've seen, and I've explored most of the restored city."

Adam doesn't think the question is strange. He has no doubt that Ronan has wondered the same thing. He's not religious himself, but understand the desire, sort of.

"There are temples to the god, but nothing like an actual church."

"Well. Maybe I'll-"

He's not sure what. Repurpose something or other to that effect.

"Not one of the old temples, that'd be- but something."

"Are you a priest?"

He doesn't look it, but then, Adam is not actually sure what a priest is supposed to look like. Old, maybe?

"A priest?"

Bob asks, surprised.

"No. No, not a priest. Just a- just a parishioner."

That makes sense. Adam nods.

"I don't know if the supposed gods here would like something else being worshiped, but I don't know that they'd be angry, either."

They round a corner, and Adam points ahead, to where one of the spires rises above the buildings around it.

"You can find somewhere to stay in there."

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