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Intro Log: Puddle Jumpers

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for September
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: September 10th-13th
Warnings: Fresh meat, lots of rain and angry ogres

If the rain on your face isn't enough to wake you up in the colosseum, maybe the thundering footsteps and- well, thunder- is. The first thing that you may notice is that it's incredibly wet around here, with winds that could knock you over if you aren't careful and thunder that brings with it a torrent of constant rainfall.

That's all fine though, because the gods saw fit to help you out on your way in and now everyone will be waking up wearing a rain coat! These coats are a little odd, and some of them are downright silly, but we trust that you'll make do. Of course, a few of the raincoats have additional sleeves, neck holes, and entirely too many buttons as well- but hey, it's the best we could do.

Wait, what was that about thundering footsteps? Oh right, as you're navigating your new fashion choices, there are some monsters afoot who will want nothing more than to grind you into a pulp and eat you- well, if you're organic, that is. If you're not organic, then they still want to grind you to a pulp, but maybe not so much the eating part.

Ogres are from many fantasy stories, but these in particular are from the Dragon Age series. With incredible strength and stamina and massive horns, fangs, and a bloodlust for violence, these monsters won't stop until everyone around them is a blood smear on the ground. They're also not too happy about this rainfall either, so be careful not to slip in the puddles as you run away from them!

Once you've splashed around a bit, feel free to run off into the stormy abyss of our islands. 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 September 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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[despite the rain (or actually because of it), Laura is manning the Speakeasy and has done her best to make it look festive. she's dimmed the main lights and decorated the ceilings with string after string of clear Christmas tree lights that sparkle in the night.

Laura herself is behind the bar, ready to serve anyone who can make it in through the storm. she's running a little low on a few drinks, but she knows enough mixed drinks and has prepared enough sweet and sour mix and simple syrup to stretch the alcohol as far as she can. she'd give anything for some fresh fruit from the orchard to use as garnishes, but that's no longer an option.

the jukebox is playing dance music and she's moved a few tables to make room for people to dance if they want to.

now all she has to do is wait and see if anyone braves the storm to come]

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 adequately staffed, the nature of the city - now more than ever with the city divided among four islands and with so many people out at sea on explorations - 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.

Those who find themselves regularly turning up to the main building - whether staff or otherwise - might notice the absence of one bright pink head of hair. They might have been noticing it for the past couple of weeks, ever since the population was all returned to one place. Maybe it's just the storm.

Maybe not.

( open mingle log! post your responses in any format, whether you're staff or visiting or horribly injured after arriving. )

Edited 2018-09-10 19:38 (UTC)

Clinic - Closed to Drake

[ There are worse ways to start the day then getting shot and nearly trampled, but Ephemera isn’t keen on playing any of those scenarios out. He’s back in Hadriel, apparently, though he doesn’t remember leaving. What he does remember is a rain of gunfire, a fight, and a fall. Not in that order.

Yeah, he remembers the gunfire. And what he said to earn it.

Currently, Ephemera is sitting on the edge of an exam table, most of his armor off, and stripped down to the waist. He’s checking the last of his bullet wounds. The medic cleared up the worst of the mess, but not all of them. Still have to keep things covered, protect from infection. ]

Ow. Motherfucker.

[ Antibiotics still sting. Urg. Ephemera gives his stomach a prod.

Okay. He’ll live. Probably. ]

Outside the Spires - Open

[ Ephemera actually likes the rain, most of the time. The sound, the clear smell of water, the way storms rock buildings. He doesn’t like getting electrocuted, though, so he’s currently out of it, dressed in borrowed civies and a lovely and stylish raincoat.

He’s also smoking. A lot. It’s been a very long day and if he wants to smoke in the rain then he’s going to smoke in the goddamn rain. Drake is close, probably going to check in soon, but Ephemera just wants a moment to himself. Just to breathe.

And the nicotine. He wants that, too. ]

This rain ever gonna stop?

[ It’s a rhetorical question, mostly. He’s not really complaining. ]

Wildcard

[ Hit me! ]

Meditating

[ Guess who is sitting out in the rain, in the middle of the street. Guess who decided meditating would be the best solution to the current bout of insanity.

Kettara Bloodthirst, shaman of the Earthen Ring, is sitting in the rain, legs crossed and hands gently folded in her lap. Even sitting, there’s no mistaking the size of her: easily six feet tall, and green-skinned.

Very green.

She’s also completely soaked. She does not appear to notice. ]

Shops

[ Curiosity sends Kettara out into the shops. She refuses to spend all her time hiding and the weather has made venturing back into the caves a tiresome challenge, one that she knows better than to undertake without supplies. She intended to come out with camping supplies.

Currently, she’s slightly distracted by a shirt ]

It’s…a strange dye.

Ogres

[ Another, more orcish path to clarity involves beating the shit out of a convenient enemy. This place, this Hadriel, has provided such an opportunity. Kettara isn’t inclined to seek out enemies just for the sake of it, but she desperately needs the clarity that mediation has failed to give her.

If the elements will not speak to her, then she will clear her head through honorable combat.

You’ll find Kettara out in the colosseum, purposely seeking out something large and angry to fight. ]

Wildcard

[ Hit me! ]

Edited 2018-09-10 21:29 (UTC)

Colosseum

[The last thing he had remembered was waking up to the surreal news of Mrs. Packerton getting into a car crash. Such a huge weight bogging down his mind when he had went to bed, lifted as if it were actually a feather all along, way too easily and quickly. He had put on his mask and gotten ready to go see if the others heard the news too, but he was tired, and it was early, so he laid back down.

Then he wasn't home anymore.

A big mistake, he thought. He should have went to the others, and now what...he's kidnapped? For what he and the others found? Are they in trouble too? Something wasn't right though. The pressure of raindrops hitting the plastic of his prosthetic face and dripping uncomfortably into its sockets, in his eyes, forced him to sit upright. He stuck his fingers inside to rub the water out of his eyes, awkwardly, but he didn't want to take his mask off now. He noticed immediately that his clothes were dry, covered by a bright green raincoat with a pink flower-petal hoodie that he's most certainly positive he hadn't been wearing, or even owns, no less. His pigtails stuck out the sides a little, wet and sticking to his mask a bit. He noticed his Gear Boy no more than a foot away from him, which he quickly grabs to get out of the rain and shoves it into a conveniently sized pocket inside his new raincoat.

He didn't have long to observe his surroundings before the loud thunder started to get to him. It was just...so loud. And it made the ground shake. Which, another vision impaired sweep (having only one real eye while wearing a mask in the pouring rain makes it a bit difficult to see) of the area, revealed that it wasn't the thunder making the ground shake. It was a giant, horrendous looking...demon? Definitely a demon. And one of them had been mid charge at him. Being small and light meant he was able to fling himself out of the way just barely, and he hadn't wasted any time to see if the thing was coming for him again. Instead he scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as he could. Of course, he can barely see or concentrate, not to mention his tiny frame easily being swayed by the harsh winds. For the first time in a while he's panicking.]

Oh crap, this is so bad!

Inside...somewhere, whoops.

[Once the insanity dies down and he's had time to get updated from his pone (being from the 90's, it confounded him just a bit, but he figured it out), Sal takes to exploring. He's not really in the mood for it, though, so instead he finds the first place he can get into in order to get out of the rain. Having just picked a direction and hastily ran to wherever he could find shelter, he may be in your place of residence, or where you work, or where you just happen to be. Either way, a small teenager in a flower raincoat and wearing a creepy mask is barging in like his ass was on fire and the only way to put it out was inside (ironic, considering the rain is outside, but you get the idea).

It doesn't matter if he's in a public venue or not...when he looks up and sees another person, he'll immediately be apologetic about it.]

Oh - sorry! Uh, I...took a wrong turn somewhere?

Wildcard

[See him running around the city or maybe just leaving the coloseum, anything, hit me!]

[ Drake arrives at the colosseum on arrivals day as usual -- the only difference from it being any other month on his end is that he's got Tinya at his side this time, someone to keep an eye on as they're trying to help the newbies. She's seemed pretty capable so far but this is the real test, seeing how she handles what the Door's thrown at them. Right away, he knows it's going to be a test indeed. The monsters are massive brutes, and he hangs back for a moment to take a quick assessment of things. Where are the newcomers in relation to the creatures, who seems to need help most? The storm makes this a more difficult thing to discern than usual, if not for the torrential rain obscuring his view Drake would be in motion already... but as much of a problem as it is, it might help a little too. If he's having trouble seeing, odds are so are the monsters.

Once he jumps into the action, it's pretty much nonstop. They've cleared most of the colosseum out by the time he finds it, and it's a complete accident that he does at all. He nearly trips over it, distracted by trying to keep track of the threats around him in the rain, but once he's right beside the thing there's no mistaking it.

It's a helmet, custom painted black and red. Distinctive, at least to Drake. Not something he could ever forget.

This is not the time to stop fighting to pick up something abandoned on the ground, but Drake is completely overwhelmed by his unexpected discovery and what it might mean. Things don't come through the Door without a connection to someone here. Is Ephemera here, then? Is he back? Drake doubts he could see the screen of his phone through the storm right now to check the network, and checking his phone would be an even stupider move than just standing here like an idiot. So he's not doing that, but he is staring dumbstruck at the helmet. If he's here... what could have happened to make him leave it behind? He doesn't even want to think about just how injured Ephemera would have to be to abandon a piece of his armor.

His moment of indecision really only lasts a few seconds, but that's long enough off his game that he loses track of what's where around him, and he can't hear much over the storm. An unfortunate combination of factors that leads to one of the ogres getting in close to take a mighty swing at him, knocking him off his feet and sending him flying into the wall of the colosseum.

Luckily, the storm also means that it'll be hard to see his brief shift into full-on zombie mode, which he shakes off quickly. He's fine. He has to be. He's gotta get back in the game, finish things here, and confirm what's simultaneously now his greatest hope and fear.

It's probably the fiercest he's been in a fight since the Null invasion, and when he finally emerges from the colosseum, rain inefficiently rinsing the blood out of his soaked clothes, it's with the helmet under his arm. He huddles over his phone, trying to shield the screen enough to see, and sure enough... Ephemera's name is there on the list. Drake can feel his own heartbeat, a rare occurrence. He's here. So now the question is where, how hurt is he, and does he remember? Drake is sure as fuck about to find out. He can't send a message in this storm and the clinic seems like a good place to check anyway -- if it's a bust, he'll take shelter for a minute and call from there. Which is how it comes to pass that only a few minutes later Drake is barging into the clinic a dripping, bloodstained mess, raking his wet hair out of his face as he looks around. He hears cursing from one of the exam rooms -- familiar cursing, and rushes that way, leaving puddles in his wake.

Well fuck.

He's gotta keep it together, and so fights back the wave of emotion threatening to knock him over to step forward, holding up the abandoned helmet. ]

...you dropped this.

[Margaery is not terribly fond of the rain. it ruins her dresses, wrecks her hair, and makes a mess out of everything. however, she had to leave the shelter of the Sewing Shop to get more food. she's not leaving the Shop unarmed, though. she has her sword tied to her belt and a dagger in a sheath attached to her left forearm. Ephemera may recognize it, though he gave it to a little girl, not a grown woman.

she certainly recognizes him and stops short when she sees him smoking in the rain]

Perhaps, perhaps not. [after a pause] I recognize you.

Arrival

[ Well Starscream woke up with a trash bag covering him, barely, given his size. He'll all but claw it off in an annoyed growl as he peels the shreds of it off his person. ] What is the meaning of this?!

[ Honestly he is trash but that's just going way too far! Still while he's grumbling about his new apparel those ogres are just going to see him and obviously take him as a threat. He's a lot bigger than most and he sticks out like a sore thumb. So it's not that strange to see one or two of those ogres stomping towards Starscream, who will proceed to turn with a rather terrified look on his face. He's not as big as he used to be so this is sort of an unwelcoming sort of situation. But his fear turns into anger as his arm transforms into his laser blaster. There's a sharp look in his eyes as he smirks. Well at least he knows he can still transform, so there's that. ] You dare think you can attack me, Lord Starscream?!

[ Yeah they do cause that's what they're gonna do right now...but once he fires off a few shots at those ogres they know he's not going to be as easy to take down as some human. ]

Think again! [ And he start to run before transforming into a jet and just, ramming straight into one of the ogres, sending it careening backwards into its fellow warrior. He might not be a gladiator but he still knows how to fight. ]

Wandering around various places

[ When the going gets tough...Starscream just ditches and saves himself. So good luck to anyone dealing with the ogres cause he ain't doing it. In fact everyone in Hadriel will see a jet flying overheard weaving in and out of clouds as if it's looking for something. But it'll stop, hovering a few feet above the ground before it shifts and transforms in on itself to reveal Starscream's lanky form. He'll land with a loud thud as he straightens to his 12 foot height. He'll growl under his breath as he proceeds to wander around the various houses and buildings of each island. ]

What a scrap heap. But as long as I can find some energon on this sorry rock I suppose it'll have to do.

[ He doesn't sound happy at all, and he looks kind of pissed? But that's just his normal resting annoyed face. He'll be browsing through the primitive looking phone he was provided as he walks, his footsteps heavy with each step, as he cuts through the silence. ]

Wildcard

[ Hit me up with whatever! ]

[Tinya is also in the shops, collecting cans of fruit and vegetables and putting them in a large grocery bag. it should also be noted that she's wearing what will likely seem a peculiar outfit and she's completely dry, except for her hands. her hands are soaked.

and Tinya can't blame her for being distracted by the shirt, it's odd even by the shops' standards. and what's "death metal?"]

That's not the only strange thing about it.

arrival; the colosseum

[ DiMA had been doing an offload when the shift occurred. He never quite enters a state you could call sleep, but he does tend to close his eyes when he partitions his mind, chooses which data to send to the memory bank and lets it go. And even a century isn't long enough to grow accustomed to that feeling, the way the remaining information can't close around the gaps. A human mind would probably fill them in somehow, even if the connections were just their imagination -- but for DiMA things are just missing, and that's something he has to accept. He assigns each offloaded memory an identifier and prepares to disconnect himself.

Except suddenly he feels something strange... a heavy gust of wind and wetness on his face, that has him opening his eyes to find he is not in Acadia. He's still hooked up to the guts of his memory bank, but the wires lead to the bare unit sitting on the ground, not housed in the wall with the others. It's wrapped in trashbags and he seems to be covered in something as well, thankfully, as he suspects the sheer amount of rain coming down would short him out immediately should it hit his frayed old wiring. Despite the relief that his demise doesn't seem to be imminent, this is... disconcerting. Where is he? How did he get here? Did he somehow offload the explanation? DiMA lifts his head to take in his new surroundings, and is only progressively more confused with each detail he takes in. An open arena, and a fierce. Unconscious strangers coming to all around him. Huge, angry looking creatures that he's also never seen before, though who knows what horrors truly lurk in the deep fog? DiMA is no stranger to threatening mutant life forms, so it's those which have him worried with the most immediacy. Then getting out of this rain, should his protection spring a leak somehow. His instinct otherwise would be to check on the others and double check he didn't accidentally offload a memory of where they are, which he's still going to do, but now he's prioritizing. Who's still asleep, who's in the path of a brute, who needs help vs who can probably handle themselves?

Slowly, so as not to draw the attention of an ogre, DiMA reaches down for his memory bank and pulls it in against his chest, holding it tight with one arm... then steps towards the nearest still-unconscious form and kneels, giving them a gentle shake. His voice is calm and kind, but even with the cow-printed material covering his more mechanical bits, his definitely isn't a human countenance so DiMA is braced for alarm. ]

Are you alright? Can you stand? We need to evacuate immediately.

shelter; quite possibly your house

[ Once escaping the colosseum (unscathed, thankfully, since he's a fragile old man and if he'd taken a hit from an ogre it probably would have broken vital components) DiMA's first priority is getting out of the rain. He gets one injured young man to the clinic, and once out of the wind he hears a strange beeping coming from under his poncho. It takes him a moment to get to the object, a foreign device that seems to have a number of messages for him. The welcome guide comes up first, and he reads it quickly, deeming it informative and well written but not at all comforting... until he sees the signature at the end.

Nick Valentine.

What are the chances of that? DiMA opens the attached map to find what's where... it looks like if he woke up in the colosseum, the Guard headquarters is on another island entirely, and he doesn't think a boat trip in this weather is in his best interest. Housing, perhaps..? Find somewhere to hide out and call his brother from there. Yes, that sounds like a safer plan. Once more into the breach, then!

It isn't until he's just about reached the housing that the wind picks up, threatening to blow off the hood of his cow poncho repeatedly. He only has one hand to spare to hold it on and so needs to get back inside immediately, it would seem.

Which is how he winds up ducking into the first house with an open door he finds, having no other way to tell if it's occupied besides knocking, and no one answers any of his polite inquiries. Maybe if you were home, you just didn't hear over the storm, or he didn't wait long enough? Either way, there's an old synth standing in entryway now, looking just as surprised to see you. ]

Please do not be alarmed. I mean you no harm.

[Sal happened to run into the house that George shares. she wasn't exactly expecting visitors what with the rainstorm from hell going on outside, so she's a little startled. she'd just been setting the table for dinner. looks like she might have to set another place? and what's with the pigtails and mask? it's probably rude to ask, so she'll wait until they're not total strangers to be nosy]

Looks like it. [a pause] Don't tell me it's New People Day.

[ Ephemera looks up, in the middle of applying another strip of medical tape. He's packed the wounds, they should heal just fine. Another batch of scars for the collection, sure, but this time they didn't ruin any of his tattoos. Small favors. You gotta take the good when you get it, though, or else the whole world really starts getting depressing. ]

Hey, you found it.

[ Saves him the trip of having to run back out in the rain and track it down. DiMA dragged his sorry ass back to the clinic, but risking his life for Ephemera's helmet understandably wasn't in the cards. But it's back now, he's more or less fine, and that's the important shit.

His smile fades a little when he looks and really sees the expression on Drake's face. The rain's soaked him, but it hasn't managed to get rid of the blood or the sharp, hopeful look in Drake's eyes. ]

You hurt? C'mere, let me see.

[ Ephemera narrows his good eye, leaning forward for a better look. He doesn't recognize the woman. But the dagger she's wearing, that's familiar. ]

You were that kid.

[ And now she's not. He exhales slowly, smoke clouding around his face. ]

It's a good move, wearing it on your arm. It's harder for somebody to take it away from you.

[to say that Jane is startled is an understatement. she'd holed herself up in her apartment as soon as she got back from getting groceries and she wasn't expecting any company. she really wasn't expecting the company that she just got, what looks like a robot in a cow poncho. that's got to be a new record for weird, even by this place's standards.

man, is she sick of hitting new records for weird. just once, she'd like to have a perfectly normal day in this place. but she's not going to be a total bitch and kick him out, it's raining like hell outside and it's probably not a good idea for robots to be in the rain. she thinks? whatever, she'll be hospitable]

That's good. I don't mean you any harm, either.

[she steps forward, hand extended for a handshake]

The name's Alice. Alice Ayres. Who're you?

[ Kettara lifts the shirt to smell it and then inhales deeply. She jerks back with a frown. ]

It smells funny.

[ She offers it to Tinya. See? Look at this weird shit. ]

[she smiles welcomingly at him]

Yes, I was. You helped my younger self a great deal. I never had the chance to thank you properly.

[no, definitely not now. she peers curiously at the smoke, smoking is unheard of in Westeros]

That's what I've been told. I should introduce myself. Or, reintroduce myself. Margaery Tyrell, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

I'm not surprised. It's hard telling how long it's been here.

[she takes the shirt, sniffs at it, and immediately pulls it away from her nose]

Ugh! That's awful! It's like someone used it to line a birdcage.

[ The human seems welcoming, under the circumstances, and DiMA is visibly relieved for that. He hesitates at the offered hand before extending his own -- it's not quite a hand, unfortunately. More the exposed metal structure of what used to be one, now just hinged metal pieces that resemble a skeleton. They're cold as they wrap around Alice's hand, though he's careful to keep his grip gentle. It's been a long time since he shook hands with anyone. ]

My name is DiMA. I've just arrived, and have no shelter from this storm.

I didn't know anyone was in here, [he's quick to offer, even if she doesn't seem as bothered as he would think] Otherwise I wouldn't have-

[He stopped himself, his brows furrowing underneath his prosthetic face.]

New people day? Oh, I guess if there's a welcome guide that makes sense this happens regularly. Soo, I guess it is, huh?

[If he sounds unsure, it's because he's very unsure, even he just managed to work out some kind of logic for the first time since he arrived. Hooray for things settling down, he guesses.]

I'm sorry for barging in.

[ Drake shakes his head, coming right up to Ephemera's side now and setting the helmet down with the rest of his armor before reaching for his hand and gripping tight. He's cold and muddy and bloody and soaked through and doesn't seem to care that he's making a damn mess of the clinic floor. Don't make a scene in public, man. ]

It's not my blood, I'll be fine. What ha-- [ No, he probably knows what happened. Knows what Ephemera would have gone home to, knowledge that's haunted him for months. He rephrases. ] Are you going to be okay? Where's Pell?

[ It doesn't look like any of the wounds are in vital spots, and he knows that's none of these are what killed him, but... what if he's still bleeding internally? Ephemera seems awfully calm, considering. Drake's only managing it on the surface, a careful strength borne of years of necessity. With everything that's happened since the other man disappeared, him showing up now... ]

No, it's cool. It's not like this is the first time it's happened.

[she shrugs, then sets a fifth place at the table]

Yeah, it happens every month, right about now. Kinda was hoping the stupid gods would call this month out due to the rainstorm from hell, but what can you do?

[she sounds calm, even blase about Sal's sudden appearance. she's been here way too long to be startled by such things]

It's cool. We were about to have dinner. You hungry?

[well, she's trying? and she's kinda glad she is, given the relieved expression on his face. she remembers what it was like, showing up here and not knowing where to go or what to do a little too well. it sucks. so if she can make it a little easier on someone else, why not?]

Well, it's nice to meet you, DiMA. And you can stay here, if you want? I don't have another bedroom, but I think I have enough blankets that you can crash on the couch.

[ Humans aren't generally so accepting of synths in their midst, this woman is throwing DiMA for a bit of a loop but he's not looking a gift horse in the mouth. So to speak. He's never actually seen a horse, just knows the expression. He won't question her motives, at least for now -- he wants to believe that people can be good and the less convincing required to remain inside the better. ]

That's very kind of you, Alice. I don't require blankets, just a roof for the time being. I can be out of your way as soon as the wind dies down and I don't have to worry so much about these old circuits getting fried.

[ He's debating taking off the wet poncho before coming further into her apartment, as it's dripping quite a bit, but underneath he's... even more visibly mechanical. For now he simply lowers the hood to see her reaction, revealing that his face is basically all the plastic skin left on his head. The rest is a mess of wires and protruding components that pretty much anyone could assume shouldn't get wet. ]

I would also like to make a... call, if you don't mind.

[Jane has had to get used to all kinds of stuff she never would have thought possible in her time here. actually, she's still not used to it, she's just getting better at coping with it]

That's fine, I've got room enough for that. And believe me, I get it. I've been out in that, it's no fun. In fact it's like the opposite of fun.

[her eyes widen slightly at seeing the wires and components, but that's about it. she doesn't drop her friendly demeanor]

Sure. Of course I don't mind. D'you need to use my phone or have you found yours yet?

I do hope you aren't also concerned about electrocution on a trip to the store. Does it storm like this regularly here?

[ His voice is somewhat wry, in a subtle way. It's quiet old man humor, really. ]

I found mine. And the guide on it. [ Actually, that's a good opening -- maybe she's being so friendly because she recognizes him, in a way? ] Would you perhaps know the man who wrote it?

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Intro Log: Puddle Jumpers

Speakeasy Mingle

clinic mingle / ota.

Terrence Ephemra/Sharkface | Open and Closed

Kettara Bloodthirst | Open

Sal Fisher/Sally Face | Open

clinic!!!

Outside the Spires

Starscream | ota

Shops

DiMA | OTA

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