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

[skelebro]

[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]

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]

[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]

[ 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]

[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.]