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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

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!

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Throughout Hadriel, signs and invitations posted on the north, east, and west islands direct new and old comers to the Speakeasy, located on the south side of the island city. Now that the arrivals have had a couple days to (hopefully) acclimate to their situation, you can relax, kill time, and/or seek local gossip/answers from seasoned locals at the local watering hole.

The lounge is stocked with a variety of food and refreshments -- some alcoholic, some not. Thousands of tunes play from the sound system and jukebox at the stage. Multicolored lights flash over a glowing dancefloor of many shades. There are plenty of relaxing booths to sit and rest your weary legs, chill with your food and drink and meet new people or have a date. Maybe don't ask for crap like hot dogs or chilli fries if you enjoy having teeth.

You can dance, or belt out some stupid 80s song you may or may not have ever heard of. Enjoy a drink, where the bar has a combination of self-serve liquors and other refreshments, as well as a bartender to make you some special cocktail with a stronger kick.

In addition to the liquor, you can also order a soothing cup of tea served from a black and gold porcelain set with some interesting designs at the bottom of the cups to surprise you when you finish your drink. The tea itself is not alcoholic and the flavor might not be something you can easily place, but you'll most likely find yourself less stressed and more bubbly, and giggly depending on the level of strength you ordered. If you're in pain from being suckerpunched over a poker match, this concoction will help ease your suffering (but not your pride).

For a less active evening, the Game Room holds a selection of recreational activities to keep you just as engaged. Between the casino games, a variety of board games such as checkers, chess, and Battleship, and even an arcade machine with many two player options and several options to play, you should have your evening cut out for you.

Remember, pinkies up!

[ooc: This is the monthly Welcome Dance Night! Consider this an open mingle thread for both old and new folks alike. Tag in, tag out, hit up your friends or rivals or meet new people. Assume that this is set around the 12th.]

Edited 2018-08-10 18:17 (UTC)

The Clinic is a long standing institution in Hadriel, and not too far from the Colosseum, on the western island. Quickly constructed and somewhat bland signs point the way to the building, marking it as the place to come and be treated for whatever injuries you sustained from this month's chaos.

Though currently well-staffed, the nature of the city - now more than ever with the city divided among four islands - means that the organisation will never turn away a pair of helping hands, whether you're well acquainted with medicine or just want to learn. Or even if you just feel like finding them equipment from the shops. There's enough disasters in the city in any given month to warrant the extra supplies - even more so looking at this month's monstrous offerings. Hope you didn't get too beat up, but if you did, that's what this place is here for!*

Whatever the case may be here, you're welcome to come talk to people. Just don't touch anything without washing your hands first.

Oh! Did you sail / teleport / swim to another island first? Don't worry, the clinic has you covered there too. Though there are no fixed bases on the other islands (yet), staff are available to help if need be. Just specify where you are.

* Does not apply to metal beings, this is a clinic, not a mechanic's.

( open mingle for all clinic shenanigans. You know how it works, just post a top level below! Ask for help, ask to help, chat to the staff... please just note which island! )

The Lab sits right around the clinic and shops on the west island and provides a laboratory workspace for the more scientifically inclined residents of Hadriel. It consists of a main lab area and a secondary small room that serves as a break space, including a small kitchen (with a fridge and stove) and a sofa bed. In addition, it houses a large supercomputer. It is usually occupied for private projects, but the door is open for those who want to get involved. Currently, the lab is also stockpiled with raw scrap metal and spare Null parts, so feel free to raid those supplies for whatever weird stuff you feel like getting up to. If you need some help, there's usually at least one person around at just about all hours for questions, comments, and straight up getting lost.

[ooc: This is a mingle, so go ahead and top-level and/or tag around! Hop in wherever or whenever, as this will be the lab catch-all for the month of August.]

[As the longest term resident (and technical "owner", insofar as someone can own a building in Hadriel), Alphys spends the majority of her time in the Lab- sometimes she's working on personal stuff, other times just to keep the lab running. She's a lot of the points of contact for people wanting to get involved, but very few mention she's... a four foot tall lizard. This may or may not be culture shock as someone enters and sees a small lizard girl in a labcoat with the sleeves rolled up, grease on her hands as she wrestles with what looks like a generator hooked up to large computer at the far end of the lab. She'll make sure to give a smile and a wave to anyone who enters, though.

Other times, she can be found behind her desk near the center, hunched over notes and seeming to be working hard. If... working hard counts as doodling anime characters on the bottom of her notes. Most seem to be her and a fishy looking woman in matching dresses.

But hey, ask some questions! While it may not look it, she knows what she's doing. Mostly.]

COLOSSEUM

[The great thing about your secondary sword being made of carnival glass is that, once you see enough people's weapons and assorted other possessions start to rust on contact with the large insectoid creatures attacking from all sides, you can switch to your offhand to protect your actually-valuable gold-colored and magical sword.

Feeling a little awkward with only one weapon in his hands, he still has quite a bit of skill in battle, so when he sees someone struggling he'll jump in to flank the monster from behind and take a few strikes at it from behind to take the heat off of them. The glow of his sword seems to shine through prismatic ice, and when he slices twice into the insect's back ice crystals seem to freeze in the wounds.

This is easy. Fighting the monsters in front of him is simple. He can handle everything else that just happened later.]

Looked like you could use some help!

HOT SPRINGS

[This place isn't so bad, all things considered. Molly's never experienced natural hot springs before, which is exciting. As far as he can tell, it's just a slightly repainted version of a bathhouse -- or bathhouses are repainted versions of hot springs, who can say. He's comfortable undressing despite it being public; he doesn't necessarily have anything most people here haven't seen before, most likely.

He may be a little more purple and have a few more tattoos than most, but it's fine.

And anyway, he thinks he deserves this. He'd rather not wonder what the remaining portions of the Nein are getting up to without him, if they were able to retreat, if they'll be able to try again and save the captured. He'd be lying (which wouldn't be out of character) if he said the thought wasn't nagging at him. He'd like to not worry about things that he can't change, and he hopes this spot is popular enough he won't be alone for long. At least this place is populated, even if it's not quite what he expected to be the first thing he saw after all that.

Nothing would be worse than suddenly being without his people, other than if he were suddenly completely alone.

He takes a deep sigh and leans back in the spring. Warm water is a nice luxury, especially when it doesn't have to constantly be replaced like in a bathhouse.]

Ah. I could get used to free warm baths.

AROUND TOWN/WILDCARD

[Molly can be found in pretty much any location as he gets his bearings and ensures he's around people as much as possible. He does not like being alone for long. He can be found inspecting odd foods and clothing at the shops, trying out and subsequently collecting fucked up alien fruits at the orchard, checking out the wares at the armory, or randomly entering any building at all that seems to be a public one rather than a residence to check it out.

If you'd like to plot something up you can get ahold of me at

erlking.]

[Molly enters this building labeled "lab" despite not knowing much about labs, and it shows when the first thing he sees is a supercomputer and he doesn't even have a word for what it is.]

Huh. That's... huh.

[He crosses the room and looks it over, ignoring the lizard girl doodling at the center desk. He's really not ignoring her, just filing her existence away for when he's not distracted by something shiny and entirely new to him, and when he talks aloud it's technically to her despite the fact that it sounds very much like he's talking to himself.]

What happens if I do this?

[He doesn't wait for an answer, just presses the first button he sees.]

BAR

[Molly appreciates a good party. He drinks plenty, trying to find the most unheard of drink possible to imbibe just in case he gets something fun out of it. Whether the fact he laughs heartily with the people on stage and occasionally tries to sing along once he starts to get an idea of the song he's never heard is due to the drinking, it's hard to say. He could just be very fun.

He also messes with the jukebox quite a bit when there's no one on stage, very obviously intrigued by it. He's seen others use it, so he understands its purpose, but its means is beyond him. Not that he's a mechanical sort by any means; he's not trying to figure it out too hard, just figure out how to use it.

Eventually he manages to select a song mostly by accident, and when it starts playing he laughs victoriously.]

Well! Not the song I was thinking of, but I don't dislike it.

GAME ROOM

[Molly appears to be shuffling some cards other than his fortune-telling deck, for once. He's pretty good at shuffling the deck, from experience, but he's actually got limited experience with card games. Mostly his card games are bullshitting readings for people.

Not that he's never played. But the first game that comes to mind is the one that Jester taught Nott, all those weeks ago, when they first met in that tavern. He thinks back on it fondly, a little painfully as he remembers the recent separation of the group.

If someone walks by, he calls out to them.]

You ever heard of a game called the Crick-Queen's Call?

Cute as those teacups are, Caedra is here for harder drinks. It's time for celebration! Soon, they'll be setting sail to go find the pieces of the Door - and while it may be a difficult, dangerous journey, full of cold and wind and water and the creatures that lurk in the deep, Caedra feels like a party is in order. Or, several parties, both with people she's leaving with, and people she's leaving behind.

"I'd like several bottles for my table," she'll ask a bartender with a grin. "Red wine, rum, and - oh, your choice. Whatever you have lots of."

Whether successful or not, she finds a seat at a table with several open chairs. Texts out invitations to the few people on good terms with her, though she seems to be in a cheerful mood and likely to welcome other company should someone want to come chat. Particularly if that person responded to Law's call for a crew and she hasn't met them - if she recognizes them from a video post, she may wave them over. It becomes quickly obvious that although she rarely says much on the network, she does pay attention.

MUSICAL ENDEAVORS
That's a... it's gotta be a guitar, right? It looks like it could be. It has the vague shape of one and ... strings...

Okay, musically inclined, Keith is not. It's still an odd incongruity to see, all fresh and new looking sitting against a building like someone just set it down and walked away a moment ago, so Keith goes to investigate, taking a break from familiarizing himself with the phone and its workings. He pockets his phone for now, approaching the guitar and picking it up to turn over in his hands. There's no name on it.

Looking down the street, he sees another instrument further away, and what might be one even farther beyond that.

"... Okay..."

He gives an experimental pluck to one of the strings.

It yields a sound like a beast from hell that didn't get its midday snack.

Keith drops the - you know what looks aside he is fairly certain that that shit is no guitar.

MOVING RIGHT ALONG IN SEARCH OF GOOD TIMES AND GOOD NEWS
Newly informed of many things about this new place he's found himself in, Keith has his helmet off for the time being and his phone in front of him like ~~a goddamn millennial~~ a map. Mainly because he is in fact using it like a map.

He's not Pidge, he can't plan the most ideal route in a moment's notice, but he is mostly making his way around in a sort of clockwise fashion as he looks to visit each of the temples, the clinic, the fire brigade, and the guard. It's always good to know where a clinic is, he's got skills that could be helpful in either the guard or the fire brigade depending on who needs hands or if he could do both, and the temples, well. They seem to be the focal points for the Gods who seem to be what all this fuss is about, so he wants to know what they look like and where they are. If they're defensible. He can be found at any of the locations, and while he's nowhere near the chatty sort and would need to be approached first, he's not against meeting new people.

LESS HIGHWAY TO HELL, MORE EASY RIDER
Wheels are wheels, even if they only go so slow a grandma would drive them.

Keith has tried to see how fast they can go the instant he's got a moped under him, mind. The magenta of the moped doesn't go well with the red of his armor for those that are curious, no, but it was literally the first one he found and Keith isn't picky enough about aesthetics to look for another.

Since he can't exactly race on these things, he's seeing what else he can do.

You know, wheelies. Building ramps. Stuff.

[I can switch to action captions too if need be I'm just normally on mobile so I start at prose!]

The Colosseum

[---pain! the last thing Tinya remembered before she opened her eyes was unbearable pain. she was burning? she was dying? but the moment before had been so perfect, held in Jo's arms, words of love ringing in her ears, her own teasing confession of her love for him in return, and then pain. And in the time it took to blink, she was away from the forest, away from Jo, and away from the pain.

she pushed herself up from the ground and then took to the skies, courtesy of her Legion flight ring, trying to get a better vantage point of where she was.

the ground was rocky and the plant life sparse, so it obviously wasn't the forest she and Jo had been just a moment ago and as she took a look around at the other people in the arena (why an arena?), it became clear that Jo wasn't with her. she worried at her lower lip as she took in her new surroundings. nothing looked like anywhere she'd been on Earth or on another planet and she forced down the gnawing dread that was growing inside her mind. she had to keep a clear head if she wanted to figure out where she was or how to get home or if she was actually de--no, she couldn't be dead. could she?

that was when she noticed the aliens in the arena. they were strange-looking, like overlarge insects with nasty sets of teeth. she'd seen worse. she phased all but her fist and flew back down to punch the alien in the jaw, sending it reeling back from where it was about to attack another newcomer]

Are you all right? That alien was pretty close!

The Shops

[Tinya sighed in frustration as she sorted through a pile of clothing, looking for something to wear. Everything she'd found so far seemed to be relics from Earth's distant past. she wouldn't be seen in any of them.

there's a growing pile of discarded clothing at her feet. please don't trip over it?]

Around Town/Wildcard

[Tinya can be found just about anywhere on the islands. she has a flight ring and she's going to use it. she could be at the orchards, trying the local produce, or checking out the hot springs, or sifting through the ancient weapons in the armory, or even accidentally mistaking your apartment for hers as she phases through the door]

Locked to Peter Parker

There's a Braalian and a Titanese in the Legion, two founders of the team in fact. Both of them were too young to be caught up in the war and honestly, watching the way they work together, you'd almost forget there was a war in the first place.

I think there's just one Titan? At least in my version of the universe, there's only the one. How did you wind up there, on an empty planet?

Locked to Staci Pratt, modified given the monsters

You don't think they're sentient, do you? They seem like giant insects.

Locked to Maglor

[she gives him a meant-to-be-reassuring smile]

There will be. Every time evil tries to get the upper hand, there's always someone--or many someones--who do whatever they can to stop it.

Edited 2018-08-10 23:50 (UTC)

[Jane was one of the recipients of those texts, so she gets herself all dolled up, puts on her pink wig, and heads for the Speakeasy.

Caedra's easy enough to spot, despite being so small, she has a lot of presence. Jane strolls on up and takes a seat across from her]

Oooh, I'll take some of that rum, please. I guess it's asking too much for this place to have Coke, I could really go for a rum n' Coke right now.

[Well hey there, cute thing. Caedra gladly nudges the bottle and a glass in her direction, seemingly content with her glass of wine for now.]

Coke? I... don't think I know what that is. What's it like?

"I pray that it will always be so." He says gravely.

"Well do I know how closely the Dark can press! But I hope that some will always stand against it."

Colloseum

[ The logical course of action here is to run away from the creepy insects, and yet Bethany doesn't even hesitate. Once she's had a moment to orient herself, she just...walks right on up to one. Like she's going over to admire someone's dog or something.

Cool.

And she has the gall to look surprised when it tries to take a bite out of her. ]

Oh, [ She breathes, throwing herself out of the way of another attack. ] unexpected.

[ Once she scrambles back to her feet, she moves cautiously, waiting for the monster to make any sudden movements. She should honestly run. She's not a fighter, she has no weapons, but at the same time...these things can see her. Or at the very least, they can sense her presence somehow. It's quite honestly the most interesting thing to happen to her in literal millenia, so she's a little hesitant to just leave. ]

Can you hear me, too, you weird thing?

[ She's just thinking out loud, she's not actually expecting an answer or a reaction from the bug, but...she can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe it can. ]

Tokyo Driftiiiin'

[ Beth doesn't know how to drive. She doesn't know much of anything about vehicles, honestly. She's seen them, sure, and she's tried to use them before. But they're the kind of thing that would draw attention to her existence, so of course, the curse intervened.

So when she discovers the mopeds, and the fact that she can use them, well. She's actually pretty excited.

She's not very good at driving them, however. It's the teen movie representation of someone trying to drive for the first time. There are a lot of sudden stops and starts as she tries to get used to the controls, she almost tips over a few times, and once she's a little more comfortable, she really starts cruising...

Right into a wall. Or maybe even another person.

She isn't going very fast, so she's fine, but after crashing she just kind of lies on the ground for a while, laughing quietly to herself. ]

Around Town/Wild Card

[ Beth will wander around the city and be a general nuisance as she does so. Characters can encounter her doing any number of things:

• Trying to shove an obnoxious number of blankets into an enclosed space. (A porch, conveniently shaped debris, someone's closet...you name it.)
• Following characters around
• Making comments on characters or what they're doing, many of which are rude and/or judgemental
• Doing some good 'ol Breaking and Entering

If none of this strikes your fancy, you can always hit me up via PM or

heartstringing to plot something out with me! ]

Edited 2018-08-11 01:48 (UTC)

Who ever said one can't race in tiny mopeds? No, you can't really, which is why there is this hooded bike that easily passes the magenta one, taking a quick turn — stupidly reckless too — and halting right in front of the other, nothing but a few meters away. Keith better stop or crash into this annoying little shit.

You fucker, Atem.

Keith recognizes him in an instant. It's hard not to, with that hair. He does avoid a crash, just barely, the just barely being the intentional part. He turns the moped and hits the breaks to skid, coming to a stop where the two bikes only tap each other with the lightest of feathery touches, Keith facing Atem.

"Okay, where'd you get that one?"

He looks like he's ready to kill for something that can go faster than a horse drawn carriage.

[hey, yourself. she takes the bottle and a nearby glass and pours herself a drink]

It's. . . wow. It's a really dark brown, it's fizzy and it's got bubbles, and it tastes like. Molasses, maybe?

It will be. I'm not from Earth, but I know that it's had its defenders against evil. That's what we're trying to do now in the Legion, only instead of for a single world, it's for all of them.

They have to. Surrender's not an option.

He knew it, from the moment he saw that flashy armor, he remembered him, it was that odd feeling again, the same he had with Matthew, as if it had been some kind of dream, but he doesn't dwell on that at all, instead, he faces the challenge with a full shit eating grin and does not show any kind of fear that he might actually crash into him.

Ah, he's that kind, huh?

"Tch, don't scratch it." He says with a chuckle, which is blatantly mocking as the bike's paint is incredibly weary as if it had been through hell and back, maybe it has.

"Tranquility gave them to us to make a delivery at some other planet a while ago, I just kinda kept it. Why, you jelly?"

Ah. I can see why that would go well with rum, it's already sweet. Here, pass me your glass for a moment.

[And if she does, well. She can't easily handle the bubbles, and the color seems superfluous, but with a quick hand gesture and the word oitat - have some molasses-flavored rum.]

Like that?

Look at Pratt all out an about during the day where people can see him and not hiding in his house because he's a paranoid recluse. He's noticed the weird influx of cellolintaurs or whatever they are, but he hasn't picked one up because he has zero interest in music whatsoever. In fact he's close to actively disliking it.

Fortunately for him what Keith does could not be called musical by any stretch of the imagination, "Holy shit what the hell did you just do?"

He's pretty sure you accidentally summoned a demon with that.

No. And they don't seem friendly either.

What do your 'no killing' rules say about bugs?

Damn right he's that kind. You can take the kid out of juvie but you can't take the juvie out of the kid.

He eyes the bike, taking in the measure of it, it's not like one he's ridden before but he's fairly certain he can figure it out. Natural driver-slash-pilot after all.

Atem's question makes his brow furrow, however.

"Jelly?"

That's probably something Lance has said and something Keith has totally ignored.

"I barely touched it!" Keith replies, defensive, turning towards the other man and practically bristling. "I didn't think it was going to make that sound!"

Are you trying to get eaten?

[A little behind her is a man in a green deputy uniform looking at her quizzically. He's not going to interfere and stop her, if she wants to get munched up by a bug that's not his problem. We're all meat afterall.]

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Intro Log: Please Remove Metal From Luggage

Speakeasy mingle. | OTA

clinic mingle / ota.

Lab mingle | OTA

alphys | ota

mollymauk tealeaf ( ota )

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mollymauk tealeaf ( ota )

Caedra Nisariel | OTA

Keith | OTA

Tinya Wazzo, 2 OTA, 3 Locked

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=D

Bethany Goodrich | Original Character

card games in motorcycles!

CARD GAMES ON MOTORCYCLES?!

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:D

CARD GAMES ON MOTORCYCLES! https://youtu.be/WKDMTwpLFTI

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Musical Endeavors

RIP Squish Cubes

CLASSIC MEME

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Colosseum