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

[deviledlegs]

[Nope. Sanji's not gracing that one until after he's dealt his latest concoction. He takes a deep breath, then spears the mystery fruit with a fork and bites down. A shiver rolls through his spine. He chews it anyway and swallows.]

That's "Master Chef Sanji" to a shitty brat like you.

[He manages to say with a straight face despite the circumstances. He's a damn good chef, okay?! Just ignore that severely dissatisfied grimace as he sets another empty plate atop the stack in the sink.]

And what the fuck is a microwave?

[itsnotaonesie]

Master Chef Sanji, ooookay. That's a bit of a mouth full, but I think I can remember that.

[Mmmyeah Peter is not convinced. But hey, he knows how wacky this place and it's appliances are, maybe this guy really is as good as he says he is? Maybe. I mean they guy's apparently never heard of a microwave before, so who knows. Either way, smartass mode: engaged]

A microwave, Master Chef Sanji, is a kitchen appliance that uses electromagnetic waves to heat food. It's science.

[deviledlegs]

Better.

[Sanji doesn't give a shit about that blatant sarcasm. He'll take it.]

It's funny, though. The way I remember it, fire works just fine for that.

[He slams his palm on the counter before beckoning Peter into the kitchen with it. Then he holds up a plate.]

Show me.

[itsnotaonesie]

Sure thing, man.

[Peter hops over the counter (because walking around it is for losers i guess) and takes the plate, then pops it into the microwave and hits some buttons on it. 30 seconds sounds good, right? Sure, that works.]

I mean, people mostly use these for heating up leftovers and stuff? They don't usually use them for cooking like whole meals.

[deviledlegs]

[Sanji's nose wrinkles in distaste as he stares down the machine he can now curse by name. A microwave.]

It's faster then an oven.

[That explains why such a device would exist anyway: impatience. Sanji grudgingly accepts its potential worth. The real test, however, will come when he tastes the results.]

So why is it used sparingly?

[itsnotaonesie]

Honestly, food just tastes better when you use a stove or oven or whatever. That and microwaves heat unevenly, so if you're trying to cook raw meat in it or something, it might not come out cooked all the way through. That's why it's better to just reheat something that's already been cooked in it. Maybe melt some butter or make some popcorn, I guess.

[Or toss some TV dinners into it, but Peter really doubts that Hadriel just happens to have any Hungry Mans laying around. That's probably for the best, to be honest.]

[deviledlegs]

[Sanji's frown stretches with that explanation. So it sacrifices taste for less time and effort. There's no way he can use it for its intended purpose then. To serve something he knows he could have prepared better... It clashes with his pride as a cook in the worst way. He is glad for the answers though. Now maybe he can come up with a more creative way to put it to use.

Before he can grab his pencil and scribble down this development, the timer goes off. Their thirty seconds are up. Sanji unceremoniously removes the plate, unfazed by the light heat, and plops its contents into his mouth. This one he swallows with ease.]

Edible. [He nods approvingly. Not everything he's tested today has tasted like food.] But I can do better. Just like you said.

Can it disinfect like fire?

[itsnotaonesie]

[Giving some dude a crash course in microwave safety isn't how Peter had expected to spend his day, but he can't complain. Apparently the microwave test was a success to some degree, so he'll call that a win.]

Like kill bacteria and stuff? Yeah, if you make sure to get the food hot enough, cooking it in the microwave can do that. Like I said though, it doesn't heat evenly, so you really gotta keep an eye on it. I don't know if you've got a food thermometer around here?

[deviledlegs]

I wasn't talking about disinfecting food.

[The edge of Sanji's grimace twitches upward warily as his gaze wanders to a rack of spoons and spatulas. Most of the sparse utensils and cookware he's found sitting around in this restaurant are very much not ready to be used.]

I really could use a few kitchen thermometers though. I haven't seen anything that looks like one.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter follows Sanji's gaze to the cooking utensils. OOOOH okay that makes sense.]

Oh! Yeah, you really don't want to put metal in the microwave, that could do some serious damage to it. You're better off washing that stuff by hand. Thermometers though, if you can't find any in here, maybe one of the shops might have some? All kinds of stuff pops up in them, from what I've heard.

[deviledlegs]

[No metal, huh? Damn.]

These shops sound like my next stop then. [His nostrils flare with hot air as he huffs, finally setting the empty plate down in the sink with the others.] I have a menu to plan, after all.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Alas, microwaves can't solve every problem.]

Oh, hey, I've got like nothing but free time anymore, so if you need help lookin' for stuff, hit me up. You thinking of setting up shop in here?

[deviledlegs]

[Sanji snorts.]

Thinking of heading out, actually.

[His own captain may not be here, but an ally captain is. The idea of doing anything but follow that man to sea is unfathomable. He doesn't even know the full reason they're setting out. He doesn't care.]

You're offering to show me around the shops?

[itsnotaonesie]

[It's probably gonna beat hanging around islands anyway, so you know what, more power to him. You go take that boat trip.]

Oh, sure, I can do that. There's not a whole lot else going on right now, wouldn't be a big deal at all.

[deviledlegs]

[He's gonna rock that boat.]

Give me an hour to wash these dishes and store the food. [It's not a request so much as a demand. Already, he's turning on his heel to start running water.] Then you're taking me to a damn market.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Boy this guy sure is a little pushy, isn't he. Peter just chalks it up to newbie stress and lets it slide. Surely Master Chef Sanji isn't always this cranky, right? (lmao)]

Sure, I can... yeah. Would you uh, like any help with that? Or are you good?

[deviledlegs]

[Sanji doesn't even turn back around. He just throws a rag at Peter's face.]

You're drying.

[Okay, so some of it is newbie stress. That frustrated frown? That's newbie stress. But now that Peter's offered his help once, he's forever been branded as a wonderfully convenient assistant/pack mule. In the future when Sanji demands Peter carry his shit, he will be smiling smugly as he does it.]

[itsnotaonesie]

[This is fine. Peter has fabulous reflexes, he catches the hell out of that rag.]

That- sure, yeah, I can do that.

[In all fairness, Peter would make an excellent pack mule, it's true. He can carry everything Sanji throws at him.]

Y'know, it wouldn't kill you to maybe ask nicely? Maybe?

[deviledlegs]

Probably not. But barking orders hasn't killed me yet either.

[That one almost manages to carry a sense of humor. Sanji snorts as he scrapes crust off an old hunk of soap.]

...What's your name?

[itsnotaonesie]

"Yet" being the keyword?

[He's joking, but honestly he wouldn't be too surprised if this guy's mouth hasn't already gotten him into some shit at some point.]

Oh, um. Peter. Peter Parker. Guess I could have introduced myself sooner, huh.

[deviledlegs]

Well, Peter.

[Sanji smirks dangerously into the sink.]

If I die, it's going to be for not following orders.

[itsnotaonesie]

[and Peter just stares like this is the weirdest encounter he's ever had in his life. It's probably in his top 5.]

...I honestly can't tell if that was a threat, or if you're complaining about your boss or something.

[deviledlegs]

[His amused snort is utterly devoid of remorse.]

I'm a pirate, a pretty notorious one at that. We're not exactly an honorable sort. As thanks for your help, I just thought I'd generously warn you ahead of time that I don't plan to pay you back for any of this.

[Sanji holds out the first of many scrubbed dishes.]

Better get drying.

[itsnotaonesie]

[And Peter takes the dish to dry, albeit with an eyeroll.]

So you're a master chef and a pirate.

[The chef thing he can totally believe, but the pirate thing? Dude doesn't really look like much of a pirate. Not that Peter's ever met a real life pirate before, but hey.]

I guess I appreciate the heads up, but I wasn't expecting to be paid back. I just wanted to help out if I could, you know? Getting used to this place can be pretty rough.

[deviledlegs]

Someone has to be, or the whole damn crew would die of food poisoning.

[It's okay. Magical friendship pirates are better than real life pirates anyway.

Sanji shakes his head as he passes another dish.]

Then we both win! Ain't it grand?