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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-06-10 10:00 am

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.
► 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!
verinumeri: (pic#7340104)

[personal profile] verinumeri 2016-06-12 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I refuse.

[ Pause.

Realization. ]


I mean, it wasn't, so there's nothing to admit.

[ As simply refusing to admit it implies that it was, in fact, a little bit funny. Clearly that snort was simply because he had gunk in his nostrils. (Gunk = a bad pun that actually made him laugh.)

Hermann opens his mouth at the next one and nearly, nearly, destroys himself.

He almost says it.

He almost says, "I've always thought of myself more a neutron."

Mr. Sans may not understand why he abruptly looks so horrified. He may also not understand why, instead of actually responding, Hermann looks viciously away and hisses, ]


If Newton shows up, I'll kill him.
skelebro: (you wanna explain my buddy chum pal)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-06-12 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's a hell of a segue, and Sans isn't really sure at what point this conversation took that particular turn - refuse was a pretty good one, and that coaxes an amused laugh out of Sans even after Gottlieb's belated realization. He arches one of his supraorbital ridges in mild bemusement at that particular epithet.]

What, as in Isaac? Pretty sure we're a few centuries too late for that one.

[201X is a fairly distant year in the grand scheme of things.]

I mean, gravity's as much a pain as any other law of the known universe, but I ain't gonna fault ol' Newton for that, y'know?

[Especially because gravity is one of those few things that Sans knows for a fact isn't as beholden to those immutable laws as everyone thinks. Perks of having those little scraps of magic in him.]
verinumeri: (pic#7329580)

[personal profile] verinumeri 2016-06-12 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, rats.

He hadn't even intended for refuse to be one at all. His realization had been that he'd inadvertently admitted it. ]


What?

[ Hermann blinks at the comment and in doing so, realizes he'd hissed fully aloud. It's sometimes hard to tell, when he's getting worked up over Newton. Usually the man's there for it, and so it's as natural as breathing, spitting something at him. ]

Er, no. Well, probably we are, unless the Door later swings open for Sir Isaac Newton. These places don't tend to care much for a linear perception or limitation of time.

[ A necessary pause for the possibility of that, before he decides he really cannot think about that at the moment. (What if Dr. Turing, Dr. Einstein, what if (too many names)--?!) ]

No, of course we cannot fault the man for the discovery. I was referring to my -- colleague, a Dr. Newton Geiszler.
Edited 2016-06-12 19:59 (UTC)
skelebro: (you wanna explain my buddy chum pal)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-06-12 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah.

[Hey, now he knows a Newt fella. They got pretty well acquainted over discussions of spiders, ribcages, and whatever the heck a Yao is. He wonders briefly if the two might be one and the same.

But heck, might as well ask. Sans taps at the side of his skull in the temporal area thoughtfully.]


Messy hair, dark glasses, face a little messed up?
verinumeri: (pic#7456101)

[personal profile] verinumeri 2016-06-12 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hermann

stares.

(1) Furrowed with confusion, though within the second, that transitions to a pallor, to his eyes widening;
(2) his hands now fumbling, in fact so much he drops his cane as both try to get at his pockets, going for that phone;
(3) as he looks rapidly between Mr. Sans and his hands. ]


Awfully pitched voice, obnoxious leather jacket, probably had quite a fit over the look of you? The puns, too, oh God, no, I don't want to think about it --

[ Phone!

Except he yanks it so hard out of his pocket, it goes flipping up in the air, and he only just snatches it. Now scanning rapidly through the list. ]
skelebro: (kids these days amiright)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-06-12 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bingo.

That's certainly a Reaction, capital-R. And here Sans hates capital letters, but this one seems to warrant it. Gottlieb might be panicking, or the nearest thing to it without actually panicking, but his hands are a disordered flurry over his pockets and he's talking very rapidly, which the hallmarks for some panicked behavior, if not actual panic.]


Hey, he was a pretty good audience.

[Actual laughs, for one. That's a rarity.]

Please tell me the whole "killing him" bit was a figure of human speech.
verinumeri: (pic#6924464)

[personal profile] verinumeri 2016-06-12 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, he would be, but he's an idiot.

[ Hermann does not actually intend to be that insulting toward Mr. Sans. It's all aimed at Newton. Perhaps it's bad timing, anyway, that when Mr. Sans asks for reassurance, Hermann has found that awful name and wretched face in his phone.

Thus, he looks up with a truly frightening cross between a grin and a smirk, all sharp, oddly like the cat and its canary, only given he generally gets frog more, it's not a look that goes with his face. Still. A gleam that confused itself somewhere between savage and delight. ]


Oh, don't worry, I haven't succeeded yet. Perhaps the 1,378th time is the charm.

[ Thing. Is. So much for no sense of humor. It is, technically, more a figure of speech. Technically, he's got a nasty one (sense of humor) when it comes to Newton.

Despite what literally (probably) everyone who has ever had to work with or in the vicinity of them may say, they haven't actually ever really tried to kill each other. ]


Please excuse me, Mr. Sans, but I've got to see to this.
skelebro: (tbh)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-06-12 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[That warrants an amused snort anyway. Sans doesn't really know what to make of that urgency, but he won't get in the way. Clearly those two know each other and it...doesn't seem to be hostile.

Wait, why does he care? He doesn't care. Humans are a bit beyond him as a concept, and he's got absolutely no stake in this race. So he waves one of his hands with a mock dismissiveness.]


Please, just Sans is fine. Mr. Sans is my father.

[No he's not, but he doesn't want to get into intricate lessons on skeleton biology.]

Do what you gotta do.
verinumeri: (pic#8729435)

[personal profile] verinumeri 2016-06-15 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Woe to his manners, but as he's pressing the call icon, he's already barely paying attention. ]

What? Yes, fine.

[ A beat as he realizes what Mr. Sans actually said. ]

Sorry, no, that is. That isn't quite how titles work, you know.

[ Now pressing the phone to his ear, every bit of him intent as he listens to the ringing. He turns partially away, the physical seclusion, barrier, a natural shift toward privacy. Hermann waves back over his shoulder at Mr. Sans -- not dismissive, but only just acknowledging.

Perhaps he can go fission fishing in the meantime. ]
skelebro: (pretty rad dude)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-06-15 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Has he just consigned himself to a life of being referred to as "Mr. Sans"? Well, it wouldn't be the weirdest thing he's been called. Just feels a bit strange tacking a title onto anything of his.

In any case, it's likely he's gonna want a reunion with his...friend? Potentially murder-victim? It's not Sans's area. Or his business, really.

Which gives him an excellent out. Which he takes, promptly. Always easier to pull that little trick when no one's looking. He blips on out to the nearest road and calls it a day...night? Whichever it is. Doesn't matter much anyway. Either one's a good time for a nap. He's had a very full day.]