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

10th-11th

[proselytise]

[ On one of these days, someone comes through the door like he has a purpose.

Which he does. It's not his first stop, that was finding gloves somewhere (they don't quite match what he's wearing, but it's better than nothing), but second place is good too. ]

I...yes? No, I'm fine, but-- I used to help here and I'm not quite sure how long ago it was.

[ It feels like months, at the very least. ]

[dedikated]

( Kate frowns slightly. He does look familiar, but not quite the same. Maybe it's the hair. )

What's the last thing you remember?

[proselytise]

That was...oh, right-- the dreams. I saw a bit of your life, as well.

[ A slight pause. ]

I'm sorry for intruding, by the way.

[dedikated]

( Oh. That's it. Of course. Kate nods as that particular memory comes back to her. The Door opened not long after, and then there's been another load of crap in between. So-- )

Must've been over a month.

( Or thereabouts, if the span between each open of the Door is indeed a month. She's reasonably sure it is, but maybe she should check with Henry and his handwritten calendar one day. )

Don't worry. Not busy yet.

[proselytise]

Hm.

[ Is all he says, at first. ]

I didn't expect to be gone at all, but-- if nothing much happened, that's good news.

[dedikated]

No one ever does. ( She certainly didn't, but it happens anyway and remains the most unfair part of the city, in many ways. The gods' games may be irritating, but they're temporary and anticipated even when they're successful in hurting them. The Door has never shown that predictability.

It hurts when you're the one left behind and it frustrates when-- )

Your memories disappear?

( When he went home. That seems to be a common thread between everyone she knows of who has disappeared. Somehow the trip through the Door suppresses all of it.

That's just as unfair. )