hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Eight Legs No Heart

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.
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[Ahhhh nuts. This is gonna be bumpy. Sans's grin widens, in a very "so this is probably a bad idea but we're screwed if we don't do something" kind of sense.]

Welp. I hate doing this without knowing where I'm going, so, uh - if we end up in a wall, just know that I'm very sorry. Probably.

[His grip on Newt's shoulder tightens, preemptively, as he asks the only permission he's gonna ask.]

But it'll get us outta here.

[There's plenty of loose space around here to blip through, but the hard part is making sure he ends up someplace safe enough to let him catch his breath (so to speak). If he ends up clipping through a cave wall, that's gonna be bad news for everyone involved.]

[Newt swallows at that, glancing at Sans again, before looking back at the spiders] Is this a superpower thing?

[there really isn't time for him to wait for that answer, though, considering how close those things are getting. He sucks in a breath]

You know what? Go for it, dude. Get us the hell out of here.

[For whatever small amount of comfort it might allow, Sans winks. Which might not be as reassuring as he'd hope. Bone isn't really meant to be as pliable as all that.

Ordinarily he'd say something generic like "hang on" or something along those lines, but one of those spiders peels away from the wall and lunges at them with a batlike hiss, and that's enough excitement for one day, thanks. Sans doesn't get time to parse which thread of direction is best. He just seizes the first one wide enough to accomodate a human and a squat skeleton and snaps them through.

There's no fanfare, or even any perceptible moment where everything changes. One minute they're almost about to be spider-food, and the next they're standing...

Well, Sans isn't really sure where they are. It looks like some kind of shop or store, which is real nice and convenient, because Sans just goes ahead and leans back against the nearest shelf for support. Cutting through the fabric of space like that really takes the proverbial wind out of a guy.]

What'd I say? Told you it'd get us out.

[One moment they're about to be set on by spiders. The next? They're in a store, of all things.

Newt blinks once, twice, stunned. Look, he's been witness to several kinds of superpowers over the past year and a half plus, but never anything like teleportation.]

...woah.

[he's jerking around to look at Sans, then, face lighting up]

Dude! That was awesome!

How the hell did you do that?!

I knew a shortcut.

[He utters an accompanying little chuckle, but it's pretty feeble. Always gotta get his ducks in a row after he pulls something off under that kinda pressure. Metaphorical ducks. He's pretty sure he's never actually seen any legitimate ducks in his life.]

Kinda like walking except taking out the middle man. Kinda. 'S hard to explain.

[It's good for a parlor trick, and it's especially worth it when he gets reactions like that.]

So back to the question I asked before you did the thing--is it like a superpower or something? Or magic? Or what?

Magic. Monsters're full of the stuff.

[He knocks a bony fist against his skull for effect, and winks.]

Don't let anyone tell you skeletons are good for nothin' but lazyboning around. I happen to work very hard at doing absolutely nothing.

[Newt can't help but bark out a laugh, especially now that they're out of danger and he got to witness something totally cool.]

Hey, I'll definitely know not to believe anyone who calls you a numbskull. [He grins, widely, and oh man he wishes Hermann were here to hear all this--

--which is about the time his current thoughts grind to a halt and the ones he's been storing in the back of his head until he was safely out of danger come to the forefront. He's scrambling in his pocket for his phone, then, already turning and looking for an exit] Oh man. Okay. Now I gotta find Hermann.

[sudden subject change, get?]

[He likes this guy. Frenetic he might be, it's a little like having Papyrus around, except this guy laughs at his jokes and isn't dead. Ha-ha, wow, that sure got grim fast.

Their conversation takes a hard left, which probably doesn't have a lot to do with Sans and has more to do with Newt being...Newt.]

Wish I could help, but doesn't ring a bell.

[Now that he's got a little time to take stock of his surroundings...wow, he does not recognize this place at all. Not even a little bit. Everything's coated in a thick layer of dust (regular, he hopes), the entire place darkened like its employees just up and closed the place down one day.

But there's a door, which Sans nudges open with the toe of his slipper, and it leads out into an appropriately desolate-looking city type of setting, like if someone took the capital and emptied it and left it to decay for a couple decades. Interesting.

Also not the point.]

He's my boyfriend. He's here somewhere--[he can feel it. He'd know if Hermann wasn't for that reason alone.]

--I just gotta find him.

[oh hey, a door! Newt's going to be peering out of it]

...completely desolate landscape, okay, what else is new. [he's rolling his eyes, going back to scrolling through his phone]

Yeah, that seems to be the general aesthetic of the place.

[Sans lets the door swing shut as he strides out and crams his hands back into his pockets. Spires, spirals, and broken-down roads. So, yep, just like home.

...all right, that was a bad joke, even for him.]

Could try pinging him, if he's here. Seems kinda like what this place passes for UnderNet.

I mean, it's definitely redecorated, but it wouldn't be the first time. [he's not paying attention to the landscape any more, however, flipping through the phone and looking for Hermann]

UnderNet? Is that the social media where you're from or something?

Pretty much.

[Like their old network, this one seems pretty contained.]

I'm guessing thinking there's a way out would be a little too optimistic.

If there's a way in, there's a way out. We just need to find it. [that's what he's going to tell himself, anyway. It's at that point, however, that he finds Hermann's face in the contacts] Found him! [and yep gonna call him now, his entire attention focused on that]

[All right, well he seems pretty focused on that task at hand. Sans boondoggles about for a little bit, putzing here and there, but eventually decides that he might as well poke and prod for that nebulous way out Newt mentioned. From the sound of things, he's likely to be distracted for a while.

So Sans go ahead and nips out without much of a goodbye. No point, right? The place seems pretty small. It seems likely they'll run into each other again.]

Intro Log: Eight Legs No Heart

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