Intro Log: Eight Legs No Heart

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for June.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: June 10th-15th
Warnings: Spiders. Soooo many spiders. New people. Probably swearing.

For once, the new arrivals to Hadriel will not be waking up on the cold hard ground of the colosseum. Oh, sure, you'll still awaken in the arena - but this time the Door has been kind enough to ensure that you wake up comfortably arranged in a very nice chair. Or maybe not so comfortably. Some of those look pretty awkward - hopefully you didn't wake up with a crick in your neck! And hey, feel free to try to drag some of these super cool chairs to your new homes. They're probably not cursed or anything.

As you make your way out of the arena, be careful getting to close to the walls - well, except that's the only way out, so good luck! Chilling up on there waiting to get the drop on you are Skulltulas. These funky-looking spiders have squishy underbellies, but their upper exoskeletons are hard and very difficult to break through. They really just want to nibble you a few times, and maybe suck out all of your blood. No big deal, right? Have fun!

Have you conquered your arachnophobia and managed to escape? Great! Feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers June 10th-15th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

Comments

[mismanagement]

[Maketh grimaces.] I'm afraid they do that here as well. Though should you die, you'll wake up again in a few hours with your wounds healed. I wouldn't recommend trying it, though. It's not without pain.

[fortunefavored]

Oh, so they got the revival machine back up. Not sure whether I'm happy about that or not, considering it destroys someone else's soul every time it revives someone. [he shakes his head] Dying is always painful. Trust me, I know.

[mismanagement]

It...what? [Something in her belly goes cold. That can't be right. That can't--no.]

[fortunefavored]

The revival machine that Yao uses. We broke it once, but they must've put it back together. It's made of Philosopher's Stones, which are made of the sounds of 100 people. Each. So every time someone is revived, it uses one of those souls.

[mismanagement]

[The words fly through her. It sounds like something out of those holotexts that the Inquisitor hid away, the ones that Maketh had pretended not to know about.

A death for a death. No.

This can't be happening. She died and that had been her choice, but someone else--]

No. No, it's not like that. It can't be like that.

[She killed someone. She got someone else killed for her own fucking stupidity.]

[fortunefavored]

[Newt, unfortunately, is far too focused on getting out of the colosseum to notice Maketh's crisis]

Unless this place isn't actually a front for Yao, then yeah, it is like that.

[mismanagement]

[Focus, Maketh reminds herself. Be sensible. Power through your weakness, because it is not relevant.] I don't know that name. There's no one called Yao here.

[fortunefavored]

[Newt waves a hand] It's not a person, exactly--I mean okay, it is, but he's the head of the company. It's an entire corporation with lots of employees, most of which view us as nothing more than lab rats.

[mismanagement]

[That....makes no sense at all.]

There's no company here, either. Only the gods.

[Maketh exhales.]

It's called Hadriel. This place.

[fortunefavored]

[Newt's attention jerks around towards her now, arching an eyebrow]

The who-what now?

[because he doesn't really like the sound of that 'gods' thing]

[mismanagement]

Hadriel. [She repeats it slowly. Perhaps he's like Carlisle and coming from a similar situation?] The things in charge here, they feed off emotion. And they're hungry. I'm sorry.

[fortunefavored]

[Newt's jaw clenches a bit at that, mouth pressing into a line] Can you, uh, maybe expand a little more on that maybe? That's kinda vague.

[the fact that they're still in danger not withstanding oops]

[mismanagement]

When we're inside. [She's tired suddenly, and in no mood to stand and explain. Not out in the open, at least.] Come on. We have coffee, if that matters.

[It does to her. Maketh functions on caffeine and sheer determination most days. It makes up for the lack of sleep.]

[fortunefavored]

[for a moment, Newt just stares at her]

You have coffee?

[mismanagement]

[She nods.] A bribe for good behavior. I take it you had none?

[fortunefavored]

Once. When some of us were put in a prison for a week before being sacrificed to some weird machine that turned the first group into spirals and tortured.

[he says this so...casually...]

[mismanagement]

[Spirals? Maketh shakes her head. In another time, the casualness of the statement might have bothered her.] They get angry if we call it torture here. The gods like to pretend they're helping, you see. We should be grateful for what they do for us.

[The strong will always exploit the weak.]

Come on. Please. It's not safe here.

[fortunefavored]

Ugh, assholes. So what else is new? [Newt scowls] Yeah, alright, you lead, I'll follow.

[mismanagement]

[At least he doesn't argue. Maketh nods just once.] I'll show you the Spires. Most of the rooms are empty, and I have coffee. So far they've been relatively safe.

[fortunefavored]

Okay? Any instances I should know about where they haven't been safe? [not that the housing in Haven was 100% safe all the time but...good to know what you're getting into.]

[mismanagement]

An animal got in once. [Maketh still isn't quite sure how. She sighs.] Alcohol was involved.

[fortunefavored]

[askdlfhsl Newt can't help but laugh at that, high and cackling] That sounds like a bad night in Vegas to me.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh grimaces. She doesn't know what Vegas is, but she can guess.] No one died. Several wished for it after the hangover, though.

[fortunefavored]

[He snickers, grinning] I sure bet they did.

[lmao he just] Well that sounds WAY more harmless than the crap we were dealing with before.

[mismanagement]

[Despite herself, Maketh smiles a bit.] It was almost pleasant in contrast. Not much further now, see?

[She points to the Spire.]