Intro Log: Ugh, Talk to the Hand

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for February
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-14th
Warnings: None

Welcome to Hadriel. Your first glimpse of your new home is maybe not the most welcome - you awaken on the floor of the colosseum, surrounded by sand and walls and... trees? Yes, trees. Along with you and the other newcomers, a number of Territorial Oaks have arrived in Hadriel. They look just like normal trees, except for those welcoming smiles - oh, and they don't like you at all. They move fast, hit hard, and if you manage to bring one down it'll go out in a large, dangerous explosion. This may have you rethinking your stance on clear-cutting.

While you're trying to avoid the trees, you might come across a few of the other things the Door has deposited in the colosseum for your (its?) entertainment. Namely, a bunch of toys that no one has played with in years. But maybe one of them will tickle your fancy?

Once you've finished indulging your 90's nostalgia, feel free to look around. 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 February 10th-14th.
► 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

[fadeling]

They do, here and hiding all at once.

[crownnecklace]

[There's a sigh.] That still doesn't make any sense.

[fadeling]

Neither do they.

[crownnecklace]

Then I'll have to make them make sense. [What.]

Thanks for letting me know. [...] I'm Sora.

[fadeling]

How? They whisper too close, too quiet.

[crownnecklace]

I'll figure something out.

[fadeling]

How?

[crownnecklace]

I don't know yet, but I'll think of something.

[fadeling]

But how if there's nothing to think?

[crownnecklace]

You don't know that there's nothing to think.

[fadeling]

There's no whispers. I can't hear them.