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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!
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[Tyki turns to look at the one speaking to him, and waves casually as a greeting. He seems entirely relaxed, as if kidnapping and biblical level rains were no trouble at all.

No, there really isn't anything normal about Tyki. Card suit butterflies, fine formal wear, and a hovering umbrella make for quite a spectacle.]

Not bad, right? I like to think I have my moments. [The Teez above him adjust to ensure they keep him as dry as possible, another flying over a small hole to keep the water out.] As much as I enjoy their efforts, a real umbrella would be preferable.

Oh, yes, and I am sure you know where to look for such things. You're an expert on energon tracking then? [ Starscream stop. He waves his hand dismissively out towards the islands in the distance. ]

I have searched most of the islands. But perhaps it's buried underground.

[ Though he gives her a quizzical look at the suggestion. ]

Looking indoors for anything is proving to be a bit...difficult.

['Not much of a pet', he says, while Sal is low key already thinking of naming it. Aside from it being a sort of symbol of safety - as well as literal safety, it is a nice and comforting thought that it would make a good companion for when Sal will no doubt feel alone again. But Sal always connected with things like that...living or dead. Not that he knows what this falls under - he assumes living?]

Aren't you going to miss it, though?

[And his attachment to things shows in that one question.]

[Sal is all about trying to stay positive in a bad situation but his mind is kind of going to all sorts of places right now.]

That makes the possibilities for what kind of monsters that'll show up endless. That's some real nightmare fuel.

[He's horrified and amazed at the same time. Even Skinn Bolic didn't cram so much sugar in at once, she's definitely something for the record books.]

It's miraculous? [A miraculous chemically artificial mess. Still, despite that, and despite the fact that the candy he tried moments ago was nearly repulsive, he lives for new experiences.] It can't hurt to try another. [He takes the package into his hands, pulling at the edges until the colorful contents are exposed. His fingers find a single sweet, and he takes it up to his mouth.

This time, it's a yellow one.

Maybe this one he'll love.

And within a second of chewing, he's rather certain that these candies just aren't for him.] More for you, lass. Have at. [He hands the rest of the package back. He's glad he's had the experience, but it's just not his thing.]

[Tyki would be thrilled to find out it's that cared for, that Sal will name it and actually interact with it. He quietly adores the Teez, but usually just uses them for their intended purposes. Which aren't really all that pleasant or endearing to most.]

I've got quite a few of them. This one? I think it'll be happier with you.

[And maybe it will. Tyki has never actually taken the time to study them outside of them being ordered directly. And golems as a rule are sentient. To what degree, Tyki doesn't know. Simply because he's never taken the time to find out.] Maybe with you it'll will grow and thrive. It has some older siblings that look different, after all. So perhaps it'll change with better company to influence it. Let me know if that happens, will you?

( it might not even be the worst one he's been pegged with, but it just doesn't suit him since— )

Mr. Jellyfish is my father. ( god that was such a bad joke. those are universal though, right?

and finally his straight-face gives way to a smile, as he adjusts his glasses. ) But you can call me Akira.

[Not that Sal wasn't going to before, but hearing this now he is definitely going to make sure it's well cared for. Just give him a few days and It'll have a name, a little hand-made home probably, and Sal would have already had a bunch of one-sided conversations with it.]

Really? Wow. I'll for sure keep you updated. [He went back to examining the Teez with a smile underneath his mask.] I think I'll call him Manateez. Or Butterfly Effect? Oh wait, maybe Teezer Trailer: coming soon to a butterfly near you.

[Don't mind him...excited teenage boy shenanigans are at work here.]

Heh... yeah. I'd say when pigs fly but that wouldn't even be weird, here.

[ Drake ducks his head a little and kisses Ephemera's shoulder, feeling selfish for keeping him up but also... it's been a long time now of wishing he was around to talk to and now he is so. ]

Sorry. I told you to rest and then I kept talking. I'm just glad you're here. And somebody needed to use all these pillows.

Well, it is interesting, so thanks for noticing.

[He sets the cage back on his desk and leans an elbow on it like a proud father.]

You're new around here, huh?

[He says it with the air of an experienced Hadrielite who has oh-so-much to teach you, newbie.]

I'm Newt. Dr. Geiszler around the network, but Newt's fine. I run the lab with Alphys. You have any experience with the sciences? We can always use more hands on deck around here.

Doesn't look like blood... Uhh.

[He grabs a few t-shirts from a shelf, crappy ones he's foraged from the shops to use as rags or wrappings or whatever else fabric might be good for around the lab. He drops a couple onto the floor to sop up the mess and, when the shirts don't immediately corrode or catch fire, he scrubs the rest against the table. It's gross, even by his standards, but it looks relatively harmless. He's already been handling the ogre parts quite liberally with his bare hands, so if there was any poison lurking among the innards, he would've encountered it by now.

It's by no means up to OSHA standards, but Newt hereby deems the juice not a threat.]

Uh, sure, knock yourself out.

[He gestures to a yet-untouched puddle on the opposite side of the table.]

My guess is the thing's just starting to decompose. Bodies do that, you know. Build up with gas and fluids and stuff as they break down. It's nasty.

Oh.

[He blinks, taking a moment to process. It's, uh, not the first time a robot has come through the Door. There are others around town, Newt knows. They're just usually not this big and robot-like. The guy's like a tiny jaeger, if Newt's being honest.]

Uh, well, cool. Welcome, I guess. I'm Newt. We're, uh, studying those parts. The Null parts. See, we got invaded by a bunch of—

[Crap, is it rude to say robots? Would that be racist? Can you be racist against robots??? Robophobic?]

Has anyone told you about the Null yet?

[Newt snorts. Good, he's found someone willing to help and/i> with a sense of humor. His luck just might be turning around.

BUT THEN HERE COME A BUNCH OF BUTTERFLIES? UM?]

What—!

[Newt reels backward, tripping over himself and landing on his ass in a puddle as the things zoom toward him to pick at the tarp. He's seen way weirder stuff since coming to Hadriel, sure, but wow was he not ready for that.]

Jeez, dude, a little warning next time! What the hell are those?

Edited 2018-09-18 06:08 (UTC)

[The lab is getting awfully cramped as of late. It's nice, in a way. Newt likes having people around, likes chatting it up with all the new scientists and science-appreciators, likes watching everyone monkey around with their little projects and studying the Door and all that happy crap. It's nice sometimes.

Sometimes, though, he just wants to be left alone to work. When it's too crowded, people get in his way. They complain about the smell or the state of his workspace or that he's been sleeping in the break room with increasing frequency since this storm started. It's annoying. He's supposed to have the monopoly on annoyances? What gives?

He's in a bit of a groove when Kate surfaces again. He tries to ignore her, having been enjoying the rare alone time to focus on his ogres, but then she talks to him. And it's a critique. Great. He huffs out a sigh.]

And I need room for my specimens. I only have a short window to finish the dissections, you know. These suckers start to rot pretty quickly.

[A fact which she's probably well aware of by now. Everyone knows this, Newt.]

Any word on how big the fragments actually are? There's plenty of open work stations.

[He gestures. There are far fewer truly open stations these days, but, well. Everyone else's crap can move. His can't.]

[ Daryl shrugs the shoulder of the side that isn't injured. Sure, it's bad, but he's been through tough scrapes before. He's not exactly the type to feel sorry for himself in situations like this, more likely to grit his teeth and try to see the problem through with sheer determination, but he is feeling the effects of his wounds. And he knows it's only going to get worse the more he pushes himself.

But Sal's suggested offer of his raincoat surprises him, and he's about to turn him down when the kid starts struggling out of it without waiting for Daryl's response. ]

Hey, hey! Stop that, you're gonna need it more'n me. [ Daryl nods up at the storm and then shakes his head, a part-baffled, part-impressed and almost thankful smile creeping in at one corner of his mouth. ] Ain't nothing bandage-like about plastic, kid. It wouldn't stop the bleedin' for long. Keep it.

[ But they are going to have to get somewhere safer, somewhere out of this wind and rain, before Daryl can do anything about his state. And anywhere is better than here. ] C'mon. Let's see what else we can find.

[He stops, at least, and realizes that yeah...plastic would be a terrible bandage.]

Oh, yeah. You're right. Let's do that then. [Maybe he should look into carrying something more bandage-like around from now on. Apparently, you never know when you'll run into someone who's been stabbed and possibly shot.] But if you get tired or dizzy or something don't push yourself, okay? It's cool if you have to stop.

[He's not sure if Daryl is actually going to, but it's worth throwing that out there, he thinks. Hopefully they can find somewhere safe soon so that won't be a possibility anyway.]

[ The look Daryl gives the kid's first words is complete, slack-jawed bewilderment. Then, weirdly enough, because it's all too damn weird to process anyway, Daryl flashes him a quick, desperate, and in no small part relieved grin. ]

Nah, just me. An' fucked up Hulk Hogan over there. But he's got one less eye t'see you with, now.

[ No time to be glad about that, though. Hightailing it out of there is still the first item on Daryl's to-do list, and even with his own bleeding injuries, Daryl still moves to help the kid up. He's swallowing back his own flinch when Peter winces and grabs at his side, and Daryl suddenly isn't sure where best to try and get hold of him. Of course he's hurt, he should be dead, but Daryl doesn't have time for all the questions he wants to ask.

Even though the kid apparently has time for greetings. Daryl gives another baffled shake of his head and drags one of Peter's arms over his shoulders, trying to ignore whatever reaction that pain will cause him. He ain't got no choice to be gentle at this point. ]

Hi yourself, kid! [ That's going to have to pass for Daryl's version of hello for the time being. Carefully using the strength left in his legs instead of his back, he uses the wall behind them to leverage the both of them to their feet and takes another quick look at the still-bellowing ogre. Daryl's head is spinning, still bleeding, but now dripping all over the arm he's got around him. The rest of him is a dirty, bloody mess though, so at least it will blend right in. If his day had been less trying and bizarre, he might have a thought to spare about what this bright little guy might think of him. ]

Hope the rest of you can move as fast as your damn mouth!

[It isn’t unusual for Mewtwo to find herself in the colosseum each month. As much as she wasn’t obligated to help anyone... she still needed to keep an eye out for stray groups of Pokémon. After her encounter with the Kabutops, she had to make sure.

Seeing groups of people fighting off monsters wasn’t anything new, but she makes an effort to save those who look overwhelmed. It’s hard to see Mettaton’s robot features through the rain, all Mewtwo can make out is a human figure struggling with an Orge.

So that Orge is getting a psychic blast to the face, and Mewtwo floats down between Mettaton and the Orge.]

Hurry and leave! I’ll handle this!

"Something like that," Ravine says. The most unhelpful, she is.

An invisible umbrella would hardly do the trick. Not having a body? That helps.

The question is somewhat adorable. Ravine's brows knit at Abigail, as if the solution should be obvious. "Staying indoors and not venturing outside unless necessary would be a decent place to start."

I must say, you have a rather wholesome way of looking at it.

[Not many people would take the "it can't be helped" approach when they end up here, but. You know. That can't be helped, either. Some like to think that they have more important matters to return to than others. The fact that time does not pass at all makes that concern superfluous in Ravine's eyes.]

[ Daryl's cagey scowl relaxes a little more despite himself, but he still doesn't seem like he's edging any closer to 'friendly'. The way this guy talks... it's all tight, proper, upper class-like, and it makes Daryl feel instantly uncomfortable. Like whoever talks like that is also someone who'll be judging him as some poor son of a bitch. He's not dressed as haggardly as he was when he arrived here, at least his wounds have been dealt with and he's no longer blood-soaked, but Daryl knows there's something about him that just reads as off to those with money. He assumes the kid means that he's used to much finer fare. ]

Yeah, well. Lucky you, princess.

[ But then... Kelson continues to speak, and Daryl looks at him like he's just spouted another head. The palace? Is this kid some delusional little ritzy brat, or is... is this something similar to how almost everyone else he's met here seems to just be weird? In one way or another?

Speaking perfect English and not knowing what the word kid means though... that takes the damn cake. Well, almost. He's seen some pretty weird shit here already. Maybe this little princess isn't that weird, after all, everything considered.

It's only then that Daryl realizes he's been standing there staring at the guy with a bit of stunned look on his face. ] What d'you mean the palace? You the Queen of England or some shit?

[ But he also thinks the kid might have just introduced himself, so Daryl squints at him in his typical hesitant, suspicious way. ] Kelson your name? [ It's a bit of a weird name, but like Daryl can talk. He eyes the girlish braid though, thinking princess again in the back of his mind, but he picks up on the cough this time, if for no other reason than he's thinking maybe the guy's been bitten. Probably not though, or he'd been looking a lot more pallid. Can't hurt to be careful, though ] A kid, y'know... A kid. A child, whatever. You sick or somethin'?

Edited 2018-09-18 09:04 (UTC)

[ At this point Daryl is half-sure he's already dead; that the monster or whatever it is has already gotten him and this is some smiling little angel come to deal with him. That's how otherworldly she seems, and how unprepared he is for it.

Except... Daryl also knows it wouldn't be angels coming to take him away, so that can't be right. He drops his head into his hands for a moment, overwhelmed, and rubs his face brusquely, trying to collect the last of his sanity. Yet it's the moment she says sir that he lets out an absurd bark of a laugh. Sir. Right. Him, ears around his neck and everything. ]

Okay, now I know I've lost it. Ain't none of this real, is it? [ He asks it a little desperately, staring at angel-girl, unsure what he wants to hear. Maybe it would be better at this point to just lose his mind and call it a life. Not like he's leaving much behind. ]

Oh no....both of those things don't sound good. I'm not a fan already.

[ She sulks for a brief second and perks up almost instantly. It takes a lot to keep Ruby all depressed like that. She waves her hand with quick motions. ]

Nice to meet you Tinya! I'm Ruby Rose!!

[ Ruby's tearing up in a dramatic way over that comment. ]

Oh my gosh. Doritos are great. I miss them too!!

[ Yeah, she likes you already Deputy. ]

There isn't a good reason for these questions. I'm just curious?

Nope. Not at all! You're the first. [ She sounds a little too chipper. ]

I think orcs are cool!! [ That's her honest opinion on the matter.]

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