Intro Log: Please Remove Metal From Luggage

[hadrielmods]

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!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

Comments

[theweakhavepurpose]

Despite the deputy uniform, Pratt is actually not here to arrest him for crimes against music. Fortunately for Keith.

He rubs his ear, "That was horrible."

Almost horrible enough for him to ignore the space suit looking thing. But not quite. "Are you in armor?"

[blazingsword]

The question has Keith pause in further defensive statements and he nods.

“I’m a Paladin of Voltron - though I haven’t met anyone here who knows what that is,” he says, clarifying just on the off chance that Pratt is one of the ones who does know.

It’s kinda weird, being around so many humans again.

[theweakhavepurpose]

"A... paladin." Because of course, sure, why wouldn't this dude be a knight from World of Warcraft or something. That's fine.

"I know what a Paladin is. What's a Voltron?"

Lucked out on country-boy from Montana not having access to the majority of pop culture. Netflix is rough on satellite internet.

[blazingsword]

"Legendary defender of the universe," Keith answers, like that's a perfectly reasonable answer and not at all damn weird.

You get used to it after more than a year in space hearing it over and over.

[theweakhavepurpose]

He blinks. He's not sure what he was expecting, but that wasn't it. "The whole universe huh?"

Laughing he looks him over. He thought he was crazy, but at least someone else is too. "Here to defend this island from bugs?"

[blazingsword]

"Defend it from something, it seems," Keith said with a snort. Everything that happened to lead them to the lions, to Voltron...

Sure, why wasn't this part of some greater plan, too?

"Are bugs a problem? Giant space bugs? I'm not an exterminator if they're just normal sized."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"There's some giant ones in the colosseum right now." Ones that might eat his armor depending on what it's made out of. But unfortunately Pratt doesn't know that.

"You don't sound excited about the defending thing."

[blazingsword]

"What can I say, defending the universe back home was more clear cut right away," Keith sighed, looking down at his helmet between his hands. His first instinct had been that this wasn't his fight, he shouldn't be here, that whole deal.

But the Galra hadn't been his fight either at the start, as far as he had known. You don't abandon people that need you, and he had to believe he was here for a reason and he wasn't going to run away from good he could be doing.

He just wished he knew what that was first, aside from ... feeling.

"I think I saw those bugs on my way out. They didn't see me. Hostiles?"

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Only if you get close. Otherwise they're just milling around doing bug things." He'd been doing his best to not get close because he knew from experience that his sledgehammer wasn't great at cracking insect carapaces.

"At least you have armor, the rest of us are walking around like meat." He eyes that armor again, "Do you have a matching motorcycle like Tron?"