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

sanji | open

[deviledlegs]

[Sanji is usually a big party guy. Food, drinks, women, and music? What's not to adore? Well, the fact that the people he most wants to party with aren't here. He'd only just reunited with his crew, had just stepped back into the Thousand Sunny's kitchen to cook them a feast, before... He can't help but laugh. He's already cried too much to do that again.

The frustrated cook chooses to come today specifically because he's heard about some kind of dance night, but from the moment he walks through the door, he only has eyes for the self-serve alcohol.]

I'll be your official taste tester this evening.

[He says to anyone listening and no one at all.]

Now say what you want so I can drink it first.

[circumitus]

[Rey isn't being a particularly active member this evening. She's finished the setup on record time like clockwork, but other than that she keeps to herself, not even doing much in the ways of participating in the affairs. Not that she ever did much of that before, but she normally at least mixes drinks or chats.

[This time she just goes to get herself a bottle from the counter, when she catches what this guy says over the music.]

"Official", huh? What, you think something might be poisoned?

[Should she take offense?

[Nope, she's still going for her drink.]

Bourbon's pretty good, if you like strong.

[deviledlegs]

Bourbon it is.

[The only thing poisoned here is his ego. Sanji quickly learned that there is a whole hell of a lot of consumables here that he has never seen before. The same no doubt goes for the drinks this place has to offer. In that case, he'll let someone else name them for him. Not only will he have a chance to learn about people's tastes, he can take the opportunity to sample the most popular drinks before he sets out to sea. If he ends up trying everything behind the bar in the process, he certainly won't mind.

He sighs as he pours it, but by the time he turns around to face his benefactor, he's managed a soft smile.]

So can I assume that means you like it strong, miss?

[circumitus]

[Good thing Rey doesn't mind, either. It's hard to call this a business when people don't have a way of spending money, so she mostly runs this place out of boredom than anything else. All play and no work can almost be just as bad as being a dull girl.]

Guess so. [She shrugs.] Don't like mixing drinks. At most, will just have a chaser on the side.

[If only they had the stuff like soda that she's used to, but that's the thing about being here for so long. You adapt.]

[deviledlegs]

Is that so?

[Sanji takes his first sip and apparently deems it good shit because he quickly takes another.]

You don't like the taste, or you don't like having to mix them yourself?

[He can't deny he feels downright inspired when he mixes drinks - alcoholic or otherwise - for Nami and Robin. But he's never tried particularly hard to mix anything for himself. There's no point in being gratuitous then.]

[circumitus]

Neither.

[She cracks open the bottle she's taken from the counter and takes a long drink of the bourbon inside. No kegger for her, and classy as always.]

Dilutes the strength of the alcohol. Have a hard enough time getting drunk without adding extra shit to weaken the liquor.

[And to her, that's the whole point of drinking. It's just a problem when you've got superhuman fortitude.]

[deviledlegs]

[Sanji chuckles at that.]

Heavyweights have it rough, huh? Though I've heard the opposite too. People getting drunk when they didn't intend to because they couldn't taste the alcohol in their drinks.

[He watches her as he idly taps his glass. She's far from lady-like in how she drinks, but then even delicate Nami could drink any man under the table with ease. She was as rowdy as the men too, and it was always fun to see. His smile widens, just a tad.]

Absinthe, vodka, gin, brandy. This bar got all of that?

[circumitus]

Mn, fair enough. There are places that you wouldn't want to get caught pants down and piss drunk around.

[There is literally nothing lady like about her, from her mannerisms to her crass speech. And it's clear in her bearings alone just how little fucks about that she gives. It does makes those rare exceptions when she breaks the soldier façade all the more... well, exceptional.

[For now, she nods and takes another long drink.] Yep. Or whatever can be made in the distillery. Unlike most shit here, the drink aren't produced by our gracious natives.

[The gods, in other words.]

[deviledlegs]

Then please, allow me to mix you something that would impress even the hardiest of sailors. It may just change your mind!

[He winks at her then before leaving his own drink to put together another. Starting with ice, he adds vodka, then absinthe, then brandy and gin, mixing in less of each beverage as he goes. Lastly, he pulls a small bottle out of his pocket, humming appreciatively at its presence as he stirs it in too. It's juice from one of the fruits in the orchard, though hardly a sweet addition. If anything, its taste resembles that of blackberries.]

I wanted to use this for something anyway.

[When he sets the completed concoction down, he doesn't push it toward her but he does gesture to invite her to taste it.]

It will get you drunk, if that's what you're looking for. Though I could have done you one better if you'd had Crème de Mûres.

[hasitsthorns]

Long Island, [ she says. ]

Like five drinks in one. Sure you handle that, dude? It packs a pretty powerful punch.

[deviledlegs]

[He can't help himself. He perks up a tad. This is something he hasn't heard before.]

Surely it can't pack a more powerful punch than you. [He chuckles lightly.] How do you make it?

[hasitsthorns]

Oh, a flatterer. Been a while since I got legitimately flirted with.

[ Not that she minds, of course. ]

So for a Long Island, you gotta' pour vodka, rum, gin, tequila, triple sec, and sour mix over ice. Then cover and shake. Pour it into a fancy glass after that then top with some cola or dark soda for color. A lemon slice is also nice but not required.

[deviledlegs]

Well, I couldn't very well allow such a crime to continue.

[She may not mind, but he does! Beautiful women deserve appreciation, and those who don't understand that clearly haven't evolved into decent human beings.

He smiles her way.]

That's quite a cocktail. Sour mix wouldn't happen to be a lemon and lime mixture, would it?

[hasitsthorns]

Ah, please. I ain't anything that special.

[ She's not near as humble as she used to be but it still shows from time to time. Besides, there's plenty of other pretty ladies here who've probably gotten the same kind words she's sure. ]

Prrrrobably. I've never actually made it myself. If nothing else, it'll be a good enough substitute. Might even give a new spin to a classic drink.

[deviledlegs]

There isn't a single woman on this Earth who doesn't deserve to be treated like she's the last!

[And that's final. So there.]

Thus, I will gladly give you my very first Long Island! So long as you generously coach me through where I might find some cola.

[hasitsthorns]

But if all of them are the best, doesn't that mean none of them are?

[ Don't mind her being a contradictory nuisance. She just can't help but take the opportunity to tease a little. ]

Oh, yeah- Cola's right over there. I bartend here from time to time, sometimes. I'm in with the owner and all.

[deviledlegs]

IT MEANS WOMEN ARE THE BEST!!!1!

[He shouts to the entire bar as he twirls like an overexcited ballerina.]

[restinglichface]

[Lup's a frequent patron of the speakeasy, especially on those earlier days in the month, where the liches in charge give them a little bit of a break as all of the newbies come crashing into the city. And this month is no exception.

She's out on her own for the evening, cruising for conversation, free drinks, and a few folks to drag to the dance floor. And unfortunately for Sanji, it looks like he's the first one to land in the elf's sights.

She flashes him a charming, toothy grin, a hand running up to give her shorter hair an artful ruffle, both of her long ears perked upwards in interest.]

Well, I was comin' over here to see if you wanted to dance, my dude, but if you'd rather we drink, I'm down for that too.

[deviledlegs]

[This is a rare chance that he can't let go to waste. This beauteous babe has actually approached him, not the other way around! Sanji knows he can't throw himself body and soul into this like he should, like he wants to. He doesn't have the energy. But nothing is quite so motivational as a lady's smile.

He lights up the bar with a matching smile.]

Dance here, dance right here! [He manages in an airy sing-song.] Who needs alcohol with such an intoxicating body in front of me? I can already feel myself melting to your music!

[restinglichface]

[The elf's laughter chimes in delight at Sanji's clear excitement, at his sing-song tone anticipation. She's used to positive reactions from trying to dance with strangers at the bar, but it's so rare she ever gets a reaction quite like this.]

Sounds like you're easy to please. [And Lup takes a step back from him then, beckoning the man forward with a curl of her finger, attempting to lure him right out onto the dance floor.]

Lucky for you, so am I.

[deviledlegs]

How can I not be when such sensual grace stands before me?

[A light chuckle bubbles from his lips as his legs glide toward her on impulse, an age-old habit fueled by lust. It's impossible. He just can't say no to such an enthusiastic lady. He doesn't want to.]

There's no way I could compare. You're allowed to laugh at my pathetic attempt to keep up as much as you like, just don't cry!

[restinglichface]

Flattery will get you everywhere with me.

[So she says. But the elf just keeps grinning, happy to watch the younger man trailing after her. Just a few steps closer Sanji...]

Ready to sweep me off of my feet?

[deviledlegs]

[Sanji spins once, twice, immediately closing the distance between them. Then he reaches one hand out for hers.]

If only I had a rose to offer you. Alas, all I have to give is me! But if you'll have me...

[His one visible brow wiggles suggestively.]

[restinglichface]

[Lup can't help but laugh at the display, the spinning, the offered hand, the absolutely cheesy line. But she slips her hand into his anyway, tugging him closer with a surprising show of strength.]

One dance. You gotta keep my interest up if you want more than that.

[deviledlegs]

[Her confident strength is a pleasant surprise, and he squeezes her hand even as she tugs him close.]

Well then. I'll just have to cater to everything in one go! [He hums dramatically.] Do you want something fast or slow?