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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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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.]

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?

[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.]

[ 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?

['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.

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.

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.]

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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.

[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.]

[ 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...

[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.]

[ 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?

[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?]

[ 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.

[Connor listens quietly, watching out of the corner of his eye as he shifts idly on his feet, arms folded patiently behind his back. That he has to leave a message is not a huge surprise, although Connor does realize he's a little disappointed at not getting his curiosity satisfied by hearing the conversation.]

He likely is. He spends a lot of time at the Guard post, which is indoors.

The Guard post.

[ DiMA nods once, and sees an opening for another question. Connor didn't seem to know how long Nick had been here to become a commander of it, but he's not certain what the Guard is in the first place either. ]

What is the Guard, exactly? I'd go there myself to inquire but it looks like I'll have to wait out this storm.

It operates mostly as a watch group, in attempting to intervene in issues before they start, and also in assisting during events or other potentially dangerous situations such as the storm.

[Although he's pretty sure the storm is actually preventing a lot of the Guard from doing their jobs, which kind of negates the point, but whatever. They're trying, at least, and Connor can't necessarily blame them; he has to step back on his own patrolling efforts after nearly being struck by lightning a few days ago himself.]

I see. Protection for the noncombatants in the general population? That's an honorable pursuit.

[ It's when groups like that develop agendas that they become problematic -- he's familiar with several in the Commonwealth, though he hasn't ever engaged them himself. ]

There was an organized-seeming group of fighters in the arena I arrived in earlier. Perhaps that was some of them.

That's likely. Many here know how to fight in some capacity, but so far I haven't seen much organization in that area outside of the Guard.

[And Connor's kept his own distance a little even as a part of it; he doesn't mind danger, but being in danger while in the company of someone else is a big risk for him. One small cut that causes him to bleed blue instead of red and he'll have to explain, and enough people have found out about his android nature against his wishes already.]

There are a few other general organizations, however, that I believe the Guard works with, such as the Clinic and the Firestation.

Then it's good they exist. I'm sure my brother leads them well.

[ He nods his acknowledgment of the other organizations, he saw them mentioned -- and has already visited one of their headquarters. ]

The clinic seemed well organized. The young man I brought in was assisted immediately despite the crowd. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be of much help to any of these groups in my current state.

I haven't been here for long, but in the time that I have he's seemed like a good leader.

[Connor definitely has a favorable opinion of Nick, and he hopes this person really is who he says he is. This seems like a good opportunity to ask, though--]

You call him your brother?

[He asks it lightly, genuinely curious, not skeptical. As for the Clinic, though, he's a little less positive.]

For dealing with humans and similar species, yes, they are.

[With the obvious implication that otherwise, not so much. Which is unfortunately, especially considering DiMA's last comment.]

Is there any way to improve your physical condition?

[He isn't sure what repairs are or aren't even possible for him.]

I do... it may not be the same as a human concept of family, but we were built together and for a long time, all we had was each other. When I learned the term brother, it felt like a good fit.

[ He doesn't go into Nick's side of it, uncertain how the other synth would like him telling their history to someone else before they've even reunited. Connor seems like an acquaintance at least, but DiMA is respectful.

The news about the clinic only serving organic species isn't surprising, but yes, it is also unfortunate for him. ]

It depends what you mean by improve. I require regular maintenance back home, and soon enough will need to find a way to power my memory bank. [ He gestures to the trash-bag wrapped bundle he entered with, cradled like a precious thing to his damaged chest. ] It's hard to come by the appropriate parts back home, I don't imagine it'll be any easier here. My personal engineer, Faraday, has cobbled together solutions over the years just to keep me running.

[ He gestures to his.... all of him. The augmentations. ]

[That makes more than enough sense not to warrant any further questioning, so he just files it away for now. He's a little curious from a personal perspective what it might be like to have a relationship like that, but he's not going to ask a near stranger.

Instead he focuses primarily on the answer about repairs and is immediately considering options. Unfortunately, even the most basic things seem difficult for them to acquire; Connor isn't even confident that if he took apart an outlet it would even have real wiring, let alone any way to power the memory bank. Other repairs are even more difficult, but he does at least have an idea of where to start.]

Once the storm passes, you should speak with Alphys at the Lab. There's a computer there, so she must have some method of providing power to a system, and so may be able to charge your memory bank. More extensive repairs, such as components or exterior shell additions or modifications, as something we're still attempting to find a solution for.

[And by 'still attempting' he means 'basically just started' because apparently it hasn't been a real concern. He's still quite annoyed by that.]

[ It's more complicated than DiMA makes it sound, anyway, given how Nick didn't remember him -- and still doesn't, here, as he'll learn. But that comes later. ]

I will do so, then, thank you for the recommendation. If she can power my bank and perhaps assist in a bit of waterproofing, I don't mind issues like my own run-down appearance. We've simply been repairing me as much as possible as things break, and I expect my time here will be more of the same unless you succeed in... how exactly are you attempting to find a solution? The trouble in my world is a lack of supply.

It's not like I got a good look in the storm, but this doesn't seem like a particularly industrial area.

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