Intro Log: Puddle Jumpers

[hadrielmods]

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!

Comments

[missiondeterminant]

There may be empty units in this spire.

[He isn't sure, but there are a lot of apartments and it doesn't seem like a busy enough place for them all to be occupied. It's probably worth a look, at least, since who knows how long the storm will last.

And yeah, getting rewired is probably not a realistic goal unfortunately, though Connor is curiously glancing over all the wires and tubes to see if he can figure out how they work; this technology is definitely not what's mainly in use where he's from, of course, which makes it more fascinating but also less likely he's going to have any idea of what's going on, android or not.

The question about asking questions is a bit of a surprise, and also oddly familiar in a way considering Connor's own approach to asking people for permission to then assault them with personal inquiries, but considering DiMA apparently just arrived he probably should've been expecting it.]

Yes.

[The answer is simple, although it's probably still clear that he's reserving right not to answer.]

[offloaded]

Then I'll knock on some more doors after nightfall, when people are more likely to be inside.

[ That seems like the best plan, so he doesn't wind up accidentally in someone else's living room. And though he notes Connor's reticence regarding questions, he doesn't plan to get too personal. There is a bit of curiosity about him, to be saved for after the more pressing matters.

He pulls a Hadriel phone out from... somewhere. Tucked into the wrap he wears around his waist, perhaps, and brings up the welcome guide, scrolled to the signature at the bottom. Offers it for Connor's examination. ]

Are you familiar with the author of this guide? One Nick Valentine?

[missiondeterminant]

[That does sound like a good plan, so Connor nods at then watches DiMA pull out his phone and scroll through it. Connor doesn't really have to glance at it to be able to answer the question, but he does anyway.]

Yes. Are you from the same place?

[It's mostly rhetorical since he's pretty sure he knows the answer, but still.]

[offloaded]

[ That means he is in fact still here, then. DiMA looks subtly relieved, though then a frown crosses his expression as he glances out at the storm. Nick is in a better state than he is, but that doesn't mean he should go frolicking in what seems to be a hurricane. ]

Yes. Nick is my brother. From the title given, it would seem he's been here for some time?

[missiondeterminant]

['Brother' is an interesting descriptor, and Connor wonders if it's a chosen family designation or a more literal one, but he manages to hold off asking just yet.]

I believe so, yes. I'm not sure how long, however; I only arrived a few months ago.

[And so isn't super well-versed in the history of the people in this place.]

Have you tried contacting him yet? You can do so through the phones.

[sciencelizard]

[Well, this wouldn't be the first time someone bigger than her came in and started trying to take charge of the place. Sometimes things happen. Sometimes ya just blow up. It is what it is.]

I mean, I don't know an e-exact number... at least five?

[That's not wrong, really. She has no idea. Up to now she had been fixing two, helping a third. But more have come in this round, so... who knows! Honestly!]

Besides, we need to be able to build things, or fix the computer when it breaks, and uh, s-stuff like that.

[sciencelizard]

[Alphys shrieks at the same time she does, immediately cringing as the metal plays the lord's worst music on the ceiling and the floor. She peeks up from her hunched over form through her hands, eyes wide with her glasses pressed into her face.]

I'm-- I'm a monster?? But n-not a bad monster I promise!! I won't hurt anyone!!!

[uptightness]

[After seeing what Wash had been forced to do... She's not invincible, but she acknowledges that in her armor, she can do a fair amount of damage in the wrong situation. Her's her moral compass that keeps her from doing that.]

Just making sure of that fact.

[Not that she doesn't look over her shoulder, but it is one thing if he doesn't recall this place at all.]

[uptightness]

[She does blink, finding something of herself in her. There is a small jerk of her head, hoping she'll notice that she can go off to the side and wait. Without her armor, Carolina knows she's not much of a match, but she doesn't plan on outlasting the creature or even matching it for brute strength.

Rather, she's going to start in, mindful of any strikes her way, and hope that she can get its focus on her enough with some stabs and strikes of her knife. Enough so that Ruby can move in again. She ducks, slashing out at the hand that comes her way, before darting to the opposite side where Ruby is.]

[faithliss]

Maybe it was a fashion experiment? [ All the coats she's seen so far have been a little... out of left field. Some bright and gaudy, like hers, others more animalistic, and others still lacking the proper arm holes.

At the question, Faith smiles and gives a small shake of her head. ]

I've only gotten here recently, actually. I believe we're all here under the same circumstance. [ There's no reason to ask if the younger girl was new; it was clear she was. ] Do you want some help? I'm still getting used to these islands myself but I can help you learn the ropes.

[dreamsallotted]

[Seel arched an eyebrow at the poor human, who he thought had obviously never had anything truly horrible happen to him if he thought that was the worst thing that could happen to his dignity.]

The houses have washing machines. They're strange, but they'll get your clothes clean. Your dignity however....

[And then the man hunches over. Right. Sure. He was fine. Positively rolling his eyes he reached over to lightly touch the man's back, working some gentle healing and pouring in energy.]

How's that?

[dedikated]

Y'think?

( Yeah, if only that was the explanation for it all. Being back in her flat and her world sounds a whole hell of a lot nicer than being stuck in this half-destroyed city fighting monsters on the regular.

Fuck, she doesn't want to think about these things running around the city after all of this. So, as soon as the next arrow hits, she's working on another—

And that sure is a hand trying to flatten the annoying little fleas that are these two humans, huh? )

...Crap.

( Time to move, Jake!

Oh, and by the way: ) You— ( Ugh, too close a call ) — You got a weapon?

[offloaded]

Not yet. My priority was getting inside -- I only checked this device and found this because it made a sound while I was dropping an injured man at the clinic.

[ He glances from the phone in his hand back to Connor, considering another question. DiMA has never actually used a phone. He knows they existed, pre-war, but they were nothing like this. ]

Don't I need a number to do so? The network it accesses is like nothing I've ever seen before.

[toight]

[ That rough yank on his shoulder manages to pull Jake out of that moment of Oh God What The Fuck that he was caught up in. This is the weirdest dream ever, maybe Amy is right that he shouldn't eat an entire bag of sour gummy worms before bed.

Nah. That can't be it.

Jake gets to his feet, staggering to Daryl's side. He hasn't noticed all the blood on his clothes yet, which is honestly for the best when they're both in danger. He's not quite willing to pull out his sidearm and start shooting something person shaped just yet, especially when he can see other figures close enough to be at risk. ]

Do you just wander around everywhere with a crossbow?!

[ Maybe not the time to be asking that, Jake... ]

[missiondeterminant]

You only need to select his name from the contact list. I can show you, if that would help.

[Connor, of course, is completely comfortable with this technology; it's slightly behind his time, but not by a lot and the current tech still works similarly. He is curious as to how someone like DiMA might not be as familiar with it, but he'll ask about that later.]

[offloaded]

Contact list..?

[ Look, Fallout kinda happened before any of... this. They are super advanced in very specific ways, but they're definitely not modern. DiMA holds the phone out again, hoping for a tutorial. ]

Please, if you could demonstrate.

[missiondeterminant]

[Connor takes the phone, although he realizes that, despite his offer, he rarely actually goes through and selects a contact the normal way; android interfacing is a far easier way to handle electronics.

But he can still do it, for sure, and glances briefly at DiMA for a moment as he decides if it's safe to get close enough for them both to see the screen at once, but decides it is. He thinks he could probably win any unlikely fight they got into anyway.

So he demonstrates how to reach the contact list, and then how to select a name; he chooses his own, so they can do a test call.]

You can select what type of message to send, whether text, voice only, or video. Choose that, and make the call.

[He hands the phone back to DiMA, pulling out his own to see if the call comes through successfully.]

[offloaded]

[ Well that seems simple enough. DiMA tilts his head at the options curiously, then hits video. Almost instantly, Connor's phone rings beside him. ]

That's all there is to it? These would be very useful back home...

[requiemshark]

Oh, you mean am I still pissed?

[ Ephemera grins, taking a long drag. ]

Always and forever, Carolina. Turns out I have anger issues. I'm working on it. Or I was.

[ He waves his hand vaguely. ]

Fuck, this place is complicated.

[missiondeterminant]

[Connor picks up his phone, accepting the call so that DiMA can see how the function works.]

They are very useful. This technology doesn't exist where you're from?

[Just easing into prying a bit.]

[toiletseat_girl]

A ghost goat? You're shitting me. I didn't even know goats had souls. It's too much for mine, too, it's gonna make me feel guilty for eating meat.

[but not too guilty. and she laughs, too]

[offloaded]

[ Well would you look at that. Connor's face pops onto his screen and DiMA's is now on his, and he moves the phone this way and that to test the camera function. That's just nifty. ]

No, it most certainly does not. Networks as I know them have to be wired, although we can broadcast radio signals. This might be like a pip-boy, if they had cameras? I've only ever seen one of those in person.

[ What a novelty. DiMA cuts the call, then scrolls through the list Connor brought up to find Nick's name on it. ]

Would you mind if I made a call now?

[toight]

[ Does Jake take that hand? You bet your ass he does! How could he not after a grand entrance like that? It's the sort of thing the Main Character from an action franchise would do.

Or Rosa. But Rosa was practically an action hero anyways. ]

Why are you apologizing? That was probably the coolest thing I've ever seen.

[ Who cares about the mud? A little mud was worth that. ]

[missiondeterminant]

[Connor has no idea what a pip-boy is, but wow, having to do everything through a wired connection is just... How inconvenient.

At the question he's a little surprised, but--]

If you'd like to.

[Connor will just... Awkwardly stand off to the side and listen?]

[offloaded]

[ DiMA doesn't seem to require privacy -- he's had most of his personal conversations with Nick in front of Nate, after all, and this is little more than a greeting. He taps his brother's name, and it rings several times before going to an inbox.

This is not quite as planned now, but as he's peering at the screen to see if there are instructions, the camera flicks back on to record a message. Oh. Okay. He pulls the phone back to a comfortable distance and leaves the following message, then glances back to Connor. Does he just hang up? Oh wait, there's a send button. ]

Now I just press this? [ Yup, that seems to have done it. Now he waits, he supposes, and glances out the window again. ] I hope he's inside.