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hadriel_logs2018-08-10 11:06 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-08-10 11:06 am
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
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!
Shops/Streets (Closed to Nick Valentine; 8/10)
Oscar listens as the creature he managed to lure away from the Colosseum skitters along the perimeter of the wall that currently separates them. He won't admit that his success at diverting its attention from the new arrivals was somewhat accidental; one of them just happened to stalk after him from the moment he stepped foot inside one of the outermost alcoves of the arena. He wasn't left with much time to go over a plan, but he was quick to formulate one when he began to understand the extent of the animal's interest in him.
He ran as fast as his newly repaired legs would carry him toward what he believed to be the most isolated section of the island, but the organism's rapid movements forced a change in trajectory that led them into a slightly more populated area. The oversized insect clipped against him a number of times as it chased him. It struck him across the front, knocking him cleanly off his feet. Only now that he is stationary does he notice the impeded motion of cogs and gears within his frame. It is something that will require inspection.
Now he is hidden within the confines of a long-abandoned store until the creature can find a way inside. His wheelwork turns noisily as he analyzes his physical surroundings, thinking that he would like to trap his pursuer so it does not go out the way it is sure to come in. There are very few options available to him as he alone cannot cause a partial collapse in the structure of the opening it will use.
He carefully sidles through a narrow crack in the otherwise smooth stone work once he has made certain that the creature is attempting to push through the much larger crevice on the opposite side of the building. In the dusty mid-darkness, he cannot see the obvious affliction that is steadily spotting and blooming across the front of his steel casing. He doesn't once think to take a moment to assess the damage he sustained in his hurry to get here when daylight is shining down on him again, too preoccupied with the situation at hand. He doesn't have a moment to spare.
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"Everything all right, Oscar?" he asks as he jogs up, his eyes on the crack in the wall, then on Oscar himself... and then they trail down to his fellow automaton's chest, the ruddy speckling against his steel frame, though partially covered by his coat, impossible to ignore.
There's a quiet kind of horror that crosses Nick, his eyes widening, mouth barely agape -- he crosses paths with Oscar often, saw him only a couple of days ago while on patrol, and he'd been in fine shape then. What could have caused this kind of corrosion so quickly? Is there a way to fix it in Hadriel? And most importantly, how far does the damage go?
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Worry marbles his voice. Oscar finds himself experiencing conflicting sensations. First, he feels relief in correlation to the simple knowledge that he is no longer alone, as well as a slight sense of hope that Mr. Valentine's presence will improve the odds of attaining success should they decide to try and trap the animal. Those feelings are then followed by dismay, brought on by the fact that, to his consternation, they are both standing within the same proximity as the creature now.
The sound of scuffling inside the structure vies for his attention. He turns again toward the ruins.
"I had hoped to trap one of the creatures from the Colosseum inside this building." No one needs to know that it was the creature's haphazard movements that ultimately determined their route. A slight tremor shakes the wall, startling him into silence. He takes a measured step back, casting a glance at Mr. Valentine.
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Nick nods, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper as he hopes not to draw any more attention to them than necessary. The thing already knows at least Oscar is out there, but with two of them, they might be able to get the jump on it. "Do we need to trap it," he asks, "or will this work?"
He holds up his sword, the cavalry blade easily thin enough to slip through the crack in the wall. The real question is if what's on the other side is armored or not, but no matter the answer, they can't have it roaming the streets.
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"It can only escape through the other side, Nick Valentine," he answers quietly.
One of the animal's limbs reaches through the crack in the wall, evidently hoping to find him on the other side. Oscar reflexively backs away another step, oblivious to the rapid spread of rust that is well on its way to forming beneath his chest plate.
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"All right." He puts his faith in Oscar for now, hoping that capturing this thing rather than putting it down is the right call. He's not so sure about that when the segmented limb comes darting through the crack in the wall, trying to reach both of them. Oscar backs away quicker than Nick -- it manages to barely graze his hand, but hasn't made it through the crevice proper.
Yet. Better not waste any more time. Nick looks to the roof -- not in the best of shape, particularly near the entrance. If they can get up there and shove a piece of the parapet down, maybe they can block the door enough that whatever is on the other side of that wall can't get out. The problem is getting up there, as neither of them is exactly light, or in the best of shape for climbing.
He'd look for something else, but the critter tries again at the crack, and harder this time; Nick hears stones shifting as he desperately claws at the wall, trying to get to them. They don't have a lot of time to deliberate. The building isn't that tall, and he's the one with the weapon -- better Oscar up there than him.
"You think you can get to the roof if I give you a boost? Maybe knock a chunk of the edge off and in front of the way in?"
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He has no objection to the plan other than his designated role in it; he would prefer to be the one to remain behind in his mechanical friend's place in case the creature turns to leave through the entrance before it has been blocked. Oscar notes that its current actions indicate that a sudden escape which cannot be prevented is unlikely for the time being. But every moment of indecision sees their probability of success decrease; they both know there is no time to debate the matter further.
"There." He points at a rounded corner of the building that is relatively close to where they are standing and moves over to it at once, studying its structure intently. The jagged stonework protruding at odd angles from the upper section of the wall should make for a favorable set of footholds; they ought to bear the weight of his steel body just long enough for him to assert a stable grip on the roof's ledge.
He turns to face Mr. Valentine again.
"If the creature breaks free, I will do what I can to draw its attention."
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"If all else fails, we'll scrap the capture and go with plan B," he remarks, putting his hands together to prepare to give Oscar a boost. It's as he clasps them that he catches sight of a ruddy patch along the metal of his fingers, trailing downward toward his wrist. Nick brings his hand before him, nearly straightening up again in alarm. He tightened the screws on those digits just yesterday, and there wasn't a spot of rust on them; now, they look like they've been out in the rain for months, the coloration spreading millimeter by millimeter as he watches.
"The hell...?"
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Oscar looks on in mild confusion as Mr. Valentine proceeds to falter in his movements before raising his hand closer to his face. He stops short of telling him to hurry once he becomes aware that his friend appears to be inspecting the exposed metal frame itself. He notices then that a part of the hand is severely corroded.
"What happened to your hand?" He keeps his voice low, not wishing to agitate the creature, but his concern is apparent. Continuous observation over a small number of seconds makes him realize that the rust is spreading at an impossible rate. He stares at it in growing alarm.
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His eyes flick to his constructed companion, back to that corroded patch obscured by his jacket. Not a minute ago, the creature had barely grazed his hand -- and Oscar might have been running from it for a while. It's the most obvious common denominator. "Did that thing in there get a hold of you at any point?" he asks, his voice low, but tone urgent.