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Intro Log: Please Remove Metal From Luggage

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for August
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: August 10th-13th
Warnings: New folks, metal falling apart, fun stuff

As you wake up on the sand of the colosseum, gazing up at cloudy gray skies, you might wonder what you're doing here. Where are you? How did you get here? You'll figure it all out soon enough, so try to clamp down on that rising panic, or you just might end up in a dangerous situation.

Because, of course, you're not the only thing that arrived. The Door has also chosen to pull in some rust monsters. These monsters may look a bit like insects, but they're much larger, with a rather vicious bite. You can fight them, but be careful - anything metal that touches them instantly begins to corrode. Your sword, a bullet from your gun, even your robot friend. Might want to keep a little distance.

And that's not all. Scattered across the ground of the colosseum can be found a variety of unique and delightful musical instruments. If you're the musical sort, maybe you can figure out how to play one - or maybe you already know. Hopefully no rust monster has wandered too close to the one you want to try, or you might find that it's missing important metal bits.

Once you've found a way to express the song in your heart, feel free to leave whatever bit of safety you've found. You can explore the rest of the city! Find a house, a new monster, a project to help with, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers August 10th-13th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
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C'mon, stud. [The elf's lips curl then, twisted into a too-sharp grin, amusement obvious in the playful lift of her long ears.]

Do I really look like a girl who takes anything slow?

[He hums his agreement, eyes alight as he makes his decision. A quick trip to the jukebox and back. Then a lively jazz swing tune vibrates the speakers. Sanji reaches his hand out for hers once more, ready to twirl and guide her through some East Coast Swing.]

[When Sanji returns, there's no hiding the excitement lighting up her eyes, the way her long ears twitch over her head. She takes his offered hand without pause, grinning.

Teach this elf all about your fancy swing. She's used to memeing it up usually.]

Sweep me away, handsome.

[Sanji has approximately three minutes to keep her interest up or Lup is taking command of this dance.]

[He'll take as many minutes as he can get, comedically accustomed to being granted less and regretting nothing. In no time, he's quite literally sweeping her off her feet as they round the dance floor, using his footing and the occasional eyebrow waggle to warn her when he's about to dip or spin her. After each little stunt, he's right back to cavorting in circles. He pulls away from her with a flick of his wrist before side-stepping in close once more, and he can't help it. His grin is wider than his whole damn face.

It's amazing how much of a pick-me-up one girl's eager grin can be.]

[What Lup was expecting this evening is sure not even close to what she got.

To be perfectly honest, Sanji is so not her type. Lup's type is dad bod, too much denim, a real Home Depot kind of guy. Which is why she married one. She's into nerds, the easily flustered type, that she can playfully steal their glasses and make them blush in the same move.

Sanji really isn't any of those things. But fuck, he's fun.

The elf throws back her head and laughs loudly with each dip, each eyebrow waggle, every little spin they do. She's not used to anyone managing to stay at her speed, but he actually goes beyond that and keeps the woman on her toes, keeping her laughing the whole time. Her hair is swept all wrong and the very tips of her long ears are flushed pink by the time their first song winds down, but Lup is grinning wide, still giggling.]

Fuck me, now I think I'm obligated in buying you a drink for all of that.

[Sanji’s boundless energy is certainly a strong point. When your job is to keep up with the most boisterous and volatile man on the ocean, caterwauling head first into a country-wide revolution every Thursday, you level your stamina real fucking fast. Add to that the fact that the mere sight of such a lovely lady is enough to motivate Sanji into inhuman feats of love… Well. One lively dance is nothing, really.

He cackles, bright and earnest.]

I could never accept such a grand gesture, not when you’ve already graced me with the gift of a dance! But… if you were to make a drink for me, I would be beside myself with pure happiness. I could make one for you in return~

[It takes a certain special someone to keep up with an elf's endless energy. Looks like Sanji may be that guy.]

For real?

[Lup can't decide if the offer is weirdly charming or just weird. Over two hundred years old and no one's ever thrown her that particular proposition before. Though to be honest, it sounds kinda fun.]

Alright, thug, I can play that game. We're doing this in secret, right? You don't get to know what I'm mixin' together until you chug it down?

[She just called him a thug! He wants to cry, just a little. Even though it's true. He thought he'd been a perfect gentlemen during their dance.]

I won't sneak a single peek! Besides, I already know I'll love it, just because you mixed it with me in mind!

[God, Sanji, this is how you get drugged. Don't trust random women!!

But Lup is mostly trustworthy, as long as she finds the value or humor enough in something, so she finally grabs for his shirt, just so she can give him a playful tug towards the bar.]

Prepare your senses to be amazed, stud!

[I mean, he's avoided drugs thus far. But this is indeed how he's ended up tortured, interrogated, conned, and blackmailed in the past.]

I'm ready, I'm ready! [He coos as he's happily dragged to the alcohol.] My world will never be the same again!

[W E L P]

Keep your pants on! Gimme two shakes and I'll have this ready.

[And boy, what a concoction she's making. This is a game Lup's played before, clearly, though on her end, it's never been played to be anything but cruel. Have fun with some peppermint schnapps, cinnamon schnapps and coconut rum all mixed up nice together.

Lup hops up onto a stool when she's done and slides the drink his way.]

[He fidgets excitedly but keeps his word and stays turned around until the drink slides its way under his nose.]

Ah! It smells [A little overwhelming.] positively adventurous!

Now it's my turn! Don't peek!

[Before he even finishes, he flits off to lavish her with vodka, peach schnapps, and a vibrant pink fruit juice. He spins and sets the glass before her with his usual flourish.]

For my dancing diva! On three?

[At least he isn't a coward! Lup likes that in a man.]

Fine. Just don't take too long. [And just as he did, she turns and gives the man the space he needs to craft his little surprise drink. Sure, taking any drink from a stranger is real bad news, but Lup has a special relationship with death, so she really isn't too worried.

Also she can light things on fire with her mind so like, yeah. She's good.]

On three. [She agrees, taking the glass he offers her, lip already curling into a grin. Oh, hers smells great.] One, two -

Three-

[Far from cowardly, he's reckless enough to pound her concoction with a terrifyingly exuberant lack of self preservation. His senses aren't so much amazed as annihilated when several overpowering flavors take up arms all the way down his throat.]

-Heeeow!

[He slams the glass down on the bar, shuts his eyes tight, breathes through his nose, and asks himself why.]

[Someone save this poor man.

Lup, of course, takes a sip of her drink and enjoys it, mouth stretching into a wide, toothy grin at the colorful flavor, just sharp enough to bite in the way that she loves. But then comes poor Sanji's reaction and she can't help but laugh, hard enough that she slaps a hand down onto the countertop, a few stray tears in her eyes.]

Holy fuck, you actually did it. I thought for sure you'd get a whiff and bow out. Color me impressed, my guy.

You made it for me!

[Pound goes his fist on the counter.]

I could never let it go to waste!

[Pound. Pound. Pound.]

If I go blind, I'll cry!

[Holy fuck, Lup really hopes she didn't kill him. He's too fun to let die.

The elf slips in close then, fingers dropping down to rest at Sanji's arm, her head tipping in close so there's no way he could miss her smile.]

If you're gonna go blind, may as well let your last sight be dancin' with me. C'mon, handsome.

[What is that terrible, burning sensation still sizzling down his esophagus? Whatever, it doesn't matter. She called him handsome again! The first time wasn't a fluke!

He turns, meeting her smile head on. Sure enough, he can still see it.

This is officially heaven.]

Ma chérie!

[He leaps from the bar, miraculously reinvigorated. Despite everything - his less-than-spectacular new digs, his missing crew mates, his eternal status as a lightweight drinker - he is damn well going to dance with this brilliant elven goddess until he passes out. He could never forgive himself otherwise.]

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