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.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication.
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[ As he'd said your phone, though the remainder of his words should have given the contextual clues, Hermann cannot fault the man for assuming. ]

Your original phone is immaterial, though-- well, for these purposes it it.

I did mean that. It's a 'smartphone.' You should have a message on it.

[It takes a little fiddling, but he manages to turn it on and read the message.]

This is amazing. Really puts my phone to shame! Strange, that we get something like this. They really want us to stay, eh? Whoever "they" are. The gods, I suppose?

Ah, technology.

[ With a slight smile. ]

You make a good point. I don't think it has anything to do with wanting us to stay, but it's interesting. This may be the second such place that has trapped people, yet given them networking devices.

Give us cool telephones, food, places to stay... but make us put up with monsters and being unable to leave. This place has strange priorities. You'd think gods would just let us out and about to do what we may. But I never really believed in such a thing anyway.

[Gods shmods. Elmer has no use for even the very idea of gods.]

So, if people can't get out, where have they been staying? Any idea? I'm used to roughing it, but a bed is always nice if you can get one.

If I were inclined to give them the benefit of the doubt, I'd suggest that ascribing human priorities to an alien place and alien figures is to impose an inherently ill-fitting value system. I'm not, however, so I'll agree that it's illogical -- and that they're hardly gods.

[ His beliefs were a touch more complicated, more abstract, but he'd certainly agree about this lot.

Hermann then gestures to the phone. ]

He indicated we should find it, right? I've just come myself, but I suppose there's empty housing of some sort. The condition of it remains to be seen.

Well that's good. I'm more than used to living on the road, but I'm not one to pass up a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in.

[Now that he's properly supplied and knows about this phone business, Elmer's ready to go off adventuring. He offers a hand for a handshake.]

Thanks for all the help! Don't think I got your name yet, though. I'm Elmer. Elmer C. Albatross.

You'd be daft to pass here, as the road doesn't seem to be an option.

[ With a very, very slight smile. There's nothing to be amused in, really, as the meaning of that comes down to, they're trapped. Hermann resents that he does feel grateful for the housing whatever its condition, wants to flatten and snuff the feeling, only -- those weeks in Haven without had been brutal.

Hermann pauses, glancing at the hand, then nods, reaching and shaking. ]

No, not at all, I didn't say much. Dr. Gottlieb. Well-met, Mr. Albatross. Take care.

Intro Log: Eight Legs No Heart

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