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

[storyseeker]

[This might say something about his sense of humor or hers, for different reasons, but either way—Elena laughs.]

Elena Fisher. I'd say I'm Rain Woman, but first, we're all suffering from the weather, and second, that's copyrighted.

Are you one of the new kids? I don't think I've seen you around before.

[unphase]

[she grimaces slightly] Two months. Not very long, but it feels like a long time.

[especially as she's not even sure if she's alive or dead. that sort of thing tends to wear on your mind]

[requiemshark]

This time?

[ Ephemera dips his head a little, watching her. ]

Yeah. All right. That's a promise.

[oldtonew]

I don't know that kind of magic, [ Kettara admits. Her power is different. ] But I will find them and ask. Thank you.

[sallyfaced]

Oh.

[Wait a minute.]

Acquainted with the dead? [He's not sure he would put it that way, but he thinks he understands what she means. It's not wrong, honestly. He does spend an awful lot of time around them, after all.] How can you even tell?

[dadyl]

Ain't really your concern though, is it?

[ Because why should she care? Daryl isn't anything to her. He's never been anything to anyone, besides his brother Merle, and he's only feeling more sore about that fact after being shot on the farm. Trying to do some good for someone, and getting nothing but dismissive suspicion and a bullet in return. ]

Sure. Maybe doctors before, but now? It's everyone for themselves. They won't help unless they got a reason to. How come you don't know that?

[ Everything about her and her responses are putting Daryl on edge, but he's also still losing blood, has been losing blood for hours, so it's a bleary sort of edge he's on. If he'd bothered to check his pockets for the phone that he's been given, the welcome message might have cleared some things up for him... but Daryl hasn't exactly had the chance, and probably won't even believe the thing when he does.

And then she answers him, and Daryl just blinks at her. Once, twice, before sinking down to sit on the floor and shake his head to himself as he checks the tightness of the bandage on his head. ]

Oh, okay. So you're fuckin' nuts. Got it.

[traitory]

If we had any sort of means of breaking through their own coding this wouldn't be such an issue.

[ He'll say that thoughtful as he looks around the lab. This place was lacking in every way imaginable though, so doing that type of work would be near impossible. ]

But with the lack of any substantial methods to produce results, how do they expect us to get anywhere with stopping these Null? [ he sounds so annoyed. Some gods they are. ]

[nowherewolf]

[Nice spunk. She's probably going to need it, this place can be super depressing.]

Yeah, I feel you. But like I said, assholes. Never heard of a place called Remnant, but yeah, most of us have never heard of each others' worlds. Where you're from must have monsters, though, right? You didn't seem to flinch at that big thing.

[He jerks a thumb toward the downed ogre.]

[traitory]

[ Starscream gives Newt a grumbled and somewhat surprised look when he moves closer. He'll jerk away for a second, eyes narrowing slightly. What is with this human and being blatantly threatened but still moving closer to him?! That didn't go as planned at all. ]

Not so close, human! [ He's had a rough time with your kind and being examined. There's no telling what sort of weird and heinous things Newt might be up to. But also he might raise his wings behind him a little. ]

Of course I can. These wings aren't just for show.

[nowherewolf]

[Oh, so they eat it, too. Makes sense. If it powers some big world-hopping machine, it could also power robot people. Who are, kind of, also machines.]

Yeah, could be an issue. They might only give enough for you to eat. You'd have to be willing to save some every week, and I realize that's kind of a lot to ask.

[It isn't, not for potentially getting out of here, but he needs to seem nicer than he actually is if this is going to work. Don't make demands, just suggestions.]

[chemethtry]

[ Oh fuck, thinks Jesse, with the guy now out of sight. Oh fuck, oh Jesus. Dropping both elbows onto his knees, head dropping into his hands with an anxious drag of his fingers through his hair. Fuck, what the hell is happening, what the fucking hell is happening? A tear dribbles out of the inner corner of his eye and he sniffs and quickly wipes his nose with the back of his hand, before peeking down at his feet. Blood everywhere, all over them. Smearing messily on the floor immediately around them.

He's got one bloodied foot propped up on his knee, examining it with grimacing alarm when the guy returns, and launches that wet towel at him. It slaps him half on his face, half on his chest so hard. ]

Hey, fuck you, man! [ Snapped in an angry almost-shriek... although, as several tense, silent beats pass, Jesse, still sitting motionless with the towel slung over him, sneaks a glance across at the guy. Watches him. And he finds himself daring to ask, in a much more cautiously subdued voice: ] ...You... you okay?

I am master of delays, never worry!

[dadyl]

[ Daryl lets go as soon as she's on her feet, dropping his arm awkwardly at his side. He turns halfway away from her and eyes the shelves, pretending nonchalance but stealing another cagey glance at her.

No. Definitely not a threat, just like all those he's met around here so far. ]

You should carry a stool with you. Or somethin'.

[ But luckily, Daryl has never really been one for laughing, even at others. A smirk now and then, sure, but she already got that much out of him. ]

Weren't that funny. Looked like it mighta hurt.

[dadyl]

[ This guy sure wears every mood on his sleeve, doesn't he? Daryl listens to Jesse cycle from furious to almost timid in less than a minute, Daryl refusing to look over at him until the question makes him scoff. ]

M'fine.

[ But he isn't, really. And he's still not looking at the brat, not quite, but he nods at the bloody foot propped up on his skinny knee. ]

Anythin' deep?

[chemethtry]

[ Jesse's eyes dropping back to his foot. He clutches his ankle and tugs it in a way to get a better look at the bottom of his foot. So much blood... ]

I, uh... I dunno. I mean, they-they're both, like... [ Gingerly setting that foot down, bringing up the other to set it on his knee to inspect the bottom of that foot. He grimaces slightly at the pain. ] All messed up and shit, but... might be worse than it looks, y'know?

[dadyl]

[ Daryl sighs straight at the floor, the sound so depleted and exhausted, even a little exasperated. He closes his eyes for a long second. ]

Hang on, just don't- don't touch 'em anymore. Put 'em up on the couch, 'kay?

[ And he's forcing himself to his feet again, rag pressed against his head, and a minute or two later he's back with a full jug of water from the kitchen and an empty bowl. The jug itself is a bit weird-looking, but it'll pour, and he sets the bowl by Jesse's feet. ]

Rinse 'em. Don't wipe till you know what you're dealin' with.

[chemethtry]

— Whoa, wait, man, what're you—?

[ Watching Daryl haul himself off the couch and head for the kitchen. And when the guy returns to the living room with the jug and the bowl... Jesse's anxious confusion withers into relenting guilt as both are set down by his feet. The guy looks like death, and he's helping Jesse?

Just for that... Well, Jesse can't bring himself to argue. Seeming to shrink into himself a little, Jesse does as he's told, leaning forward to pick up the jug in his trembling hand, and it shakes as he tips it into the bowl. He glances up at the guy, though. What a mess this guy is. ]

...Jesus, sit down, man.

[dadyl]

[ Daryl hates what running means more than anything else - that there's something or someone stronger behind you that wants you dead - so it's with a hand on the wound in his side and a serious grimace on his face that he stumbles after Jake, gasping.

He slumps hard against the closest wall at the earliest opportunity, leaning double on his knees and shaking his head, gasping out something that almost sounds like a half-laugh. Almost. ]

Just fine. [ Sarcastic, a bit annoyed. ] Why d'you ask, Officer Flake?

[dadyl]

[ Daryl is just... used to it, in a way. Both helping those who need it and putting up with his own poor treatment and rough shape. It comes as second nature to him, even though he doesn't exactly seem happy about it.

Though he does sit down heavily on the couch next to Jesse, dabbing at his head. The bleeding seems to be slowing, at least. That's good news for a head wound. But then he notices Jesse's hands shaking, and he does not feel like getting up again to replace a broken pitcher. ]

Give it here.

[ And Daryl takes it out of Jesse's hand whether it's offered or not, weakness and blood loss causing less of a shake in Daryl's hands just because he's used to controlling his own nerves by this point. As unnerved as he still is.

The steady stream of water reveals nothing bad on the first foot, thankfully, but Daryl has to put the jug down on the table in front of them right afterwards to recover himself. ]

[dadyl]

Can't exactly say likewise. [ But he gestures with one arm to the arena around them, then to himself, covered in blood. She's actually been the nicest part of it so far, as weird as meeting her has been. ] What kinda name is Tinya, anyway?

[ He notices for the first time that the rain is only just starting to hit her, and a frown starts to creep onto his face before...

Sure, shops. Sounds good enough to him, since stores are usually the best places to start raiding when you need to. Most of the ones around Atlanta had already been looted, but as this clearly isn't Atlanta... maybe there's a chance to find what he needs. ] Which way?

[oldtonew]

[ Kettara shrugs. She doesn't know enough to make a judgement yet, one way or another. ] What do people say?

[chemethtry]

[ Wait, yo, wait, he can do this on his—! All Jesse manages is his mouth opening in protest as the pitcher is tugged out of his hand. But what can he say, especially when he has to focus on the water being suddenly poured onto his foot. He darts it into place over the bowl, biting back a small hiss around a self-reproaching sigh huffing out of him. And so, reluctant obedience, turning his foot this way and that. The unexpectedness of it all, where Jesse was instead anticipating being berated, subdues him into sheepish obedience, and when the guy lugs the pitcher onto the table, Jesse looks quickly over to him. ]

Hey, you—? Look, I... I got it, it's cool, man, just relax. Take it easy. [ Reaching for the pitcher, leaning in to peer with a startled grimace. ] Jesus... Man, you okay? The hell happened?

[nonscriptum]

Likewise.

[Nate turns that new introduction into a muddy handshake with a crooked grin. Jake Peralta, and based on the badge dangling out of the raincoat, from New York. Maybe it's Nate's extensive experience with cops, but this guy really does not feel like one.]

And yeah, you kind of have to roll? If you hit the ground wrong you usually break something. [Like a tailbone, for example.] I'll show you sometime, if you stick around long enough.

[oldtonew]

No, it's not.

[ She's been in harsher, but that could change. Apparently this place does change quite often. ]

I hope you fight well. I like you.

[traitory]

[ Starscream still doesn't look like he trusts her at all. There's all sorts of ways this could go badly and he's had enough bad experiences with humans to know not to trust them. ]


Perhaps you already do. Who am I to really say what's been found here or not. But if you try anything, know that I don't take kindly towards being made a fool. But you're right, I can find and track you easily, so don't get any ideas.

[ He'll say with a sneer and rather angry tone to his threat. ]

[unphase]

[she nods] I understand. Coming here--well, it's a shock. [it certainly was for her. going from a 30th century technological wonderland to this hardscrabble community using some seriously ancient tech] It was the name of my several times over great-grandmother, the last queen of Bgztl.

[the rain is decidedly unpleasant. part of her wishes she'd remained phased to avoid it, but it's probably more "normal" to get wet.

she smiles at him] They're this way. Follow me, please?