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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!

Lavi | Open!

[personal profile] bookman_exorcist 2016-06-10 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Colosseum:
Lavi comes to slowly, looking around blearily for signs of immediate danger or Noah. Finding neither, he stretches and stands, grabbing the small device that was sitting next to him on the chair. "Doesn't look like a Noah party, especially with this thing." He thumbs at it as he starts to move toward what he assumes is the exit. "Obviously some kind of communication device," he mumbles to himself as he enters one of the corridors paying much more attention to the screen than his surroundings. It's only when he feels a rush of air and a strange chittering that he looks up and sees the Skulltula dropping down in front of him.

Lavi jumps back, pockets the phone and grabs his hammer. "Shit-! Well hello to you too, ya creepy ass spider!"

B. Later, In the City:
Once Lavi escapes the Colosseum he decides to walk off his brush with the spiders by exploring the northern end of the city. He's headed in the direction of the library but will stop to look at anything else that seems interesting along the way.
muscovy: (just watching and listening)

Muscovy | Open!

[personal profile] muscovy 2016-06-10 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Waking up

[Muscovy got lucky... Well, somewhat. The chair that he wakes in is very comfortable, compared to some of the others, but it is also so soft that getting out of it is quite a challenge (Like this, just with slicker fabric and more encroaching walls). Especially considering how packed up he is.

Give the little kid that's trying not to drown in a cushion chair a hand in his struggle to get out?]



II. Approaching the spiders

[He's solved his first encounter with a spider by running and retreating to the center of the room... and is now approaching the wall where he sees an exist again, slowly. And looking out for others doing the same whose defeat of the creatures he can maybe piggyback on to escape. Though he is also holding a gun in case he needs to get active himself.

Turning around, character's might find a seven year old boy with a giant backpack stand behind them seemingly out of nowhere, smiling, holding a gun and alternating between watching them and the Skulltulas on the wall before them.]



III. Outside

[Afterwards, he will wander the streets of Ataraxion, clearly searching someone or something. If he spots a person, he will stop and redirect his steps to walk towards them.]

Hello.
skelebro: (kids these days amiright)

sans | undertale | open | will match format

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-06-10 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
chairing is caring
It's a funny feeling. The swish and catch of a blade tearing through bone, and then the leaking of red out between his fingertips. It's hilarious. Comedy gold, even. The thick scent of ketchup creeping out from between the jagged parts of his ribs in an obscene parody of blood. And the kid stands, impassive, and then there's the whole of him shuddering to keep itself together. Then, at last - the dispersal of his molecules into the wind, motes of dust swirling away from empty eyesockets and pooling into the air.

And then, he's somewhere else. Draped on a chair in an indecently haphazard sprawl, his jacket puddled around him. Sans can't say he's devoted much time to the concept of an afterlife, not really, given the lack of necessity for such a thing when time's been mangled into such a closed loop as it is, but if he had? He somehow doubts that this would be his idea of it.

He uncoils himself from that deeply uncomfortable position - the ridge of the seat was beginning to dig rather painfully into his tailbone, and that's fun for no one - and stands, a little unsteady given the recent nature of his death and all.

Few glances around the area ascertain a few important things. Firstly, he's still Underground. Or he's in an underground of sorts. This doesn't look like any part of the Underground he's used to. Secondly, he's not alone.

"Welp." Can't say he's seen this particular deviation from the beaten path before. Nothing about this tickles the back of his skull, sparks any recognition whatsoever. That's new. Better keep an eyesocket out. "Guess that's just the chair-y on the fresh sundae."
arachnophobia? i'm gettin real arachno-bored-a-ya
[All right, so this is, categorically, not what Sans would call the best time he's ever had ever. These things are clearly not amenable to diplomacy, offers of food, or bad jokes, which just goes ahead and makes his entire roster of potential responses obsolete.

Sans does not run. He does not even jog. He has two speeds, and those are, in short order: meandering, or taking a brisk shortcut around the bend with a minimum of actual movement. 'Course, not being able to see where he's heading makes any kind of short-form shortcutting extremely difficult, which rides that option right out. Thankfully, for someone as lazy and out-of-shape as him, Sans can be remarkably light on his feet.

But the spiders just keep coming, hissing at him intimidatingly.]


C'mon, hey. [He holds up both bony hands, palms out, sweating a bit despite himself.] Don't you know how to greet a new pal?

[Unfortunately, that line from the old script has no effect. It's not like Sans has got flesh to chow down on, or blood to suck, but the spiders seem successfully rankled by his very presence regardless.

Please someone save him.]
alayne: (To last it out and not come back)

alayne  stone  |  asoiaf  |  ota

[personal profile] alayne 2016-06-10 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
(  a  )  the  colosseum


[ the girl who raises herself from the chair wears a heavy gown of good cotton and a dark cloak above it, in her arms there are others, gowns of good cotton and silks in a basket that she had been carrying before she had found herself - where? she looks up and sees no star, no hint of sky.

alayne stone, dark haired and pale and tall for her age raises herself up. her boots are the good leather ones and on her gown, you may spot a broach in silver shaped like mockingjay. it takes her a moment to steel herself and notice the uproar, the dark shapes of the beasts, the people fighting them.

spiders, she thinks, demon spiders and she forces herself to gaze away as one of those beasts crumbles to the ground.

she runs, tries to make it past the stone walls. a tug at her cloak and she pulls it free, stumbling onto the ground.

she lifts her palm and sees it's bleeding. cowering as one of the beasts crawls closer, she'll try and catch the eye of the fighting men and women and whisper a panicked please. ]


(  b  )  the  park


[ hours later, she can be spotted at the park, walking on the little trail at the outskirts. her palms have been cleaned, she is still holding onto her basket and despite the turmoil and the panic and the fear ( she is gone from her realm with none to guide her ) she does not let it rise to the surface, not here. she undoes the knot on the dark woolen cloak. it isn't cold here and she stops to rest on one of the benches.

if you happen to come sit next to her she will offer a prim, good-day to you. ]


(  c  )  the  houses


[ they are all odd. they do not seem like anything alayne had seen before, they are not hovels nor village houses. the shapes are off and when she peeks at the general direction of the window, there is light inside them that is unlike that of an open flame.

it frightens her. approaching any of them to look seems dangerous. if there is someone there - something there - and the odd light is foreign, it is all so terribly foreign that she almost flees the place at once.

if you run across her, she might seem startled and then she would timidly bow and offer a courteous, with your pardon. ]


Edited 2016-06-10 19:04 (UTC)
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Ushahin Dreamspinner | Open

[personal profile] ushahin 2016-06-10 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Colosseum

Ushahin is quick to wake up, his eyes snapping open and taking in his surroundings. Ignoring the usual pain in his bad eye, a quick check reveals that he still has Godslayer and the Helm of Shadows by his side. Even Fetch sits there, perched on his shoulder. The raven blinks his bright eyes and takes it all in with a curious tilt of the head. He wonders where he and his little friend have ended up.

Glancing at the chair he's sitting in, made of bones that he hopes are animal, the half-breed is stands up in a hasty manner. He's not all that perturbed at clearly not longer being in Uru-Alat. Reality has always been more of a suggestion of Ushahin than a strict state of being. "Have we stumbled into someone else's dream?" He asks the raven on his shoulder. Fetch responds with a grumble and ominous-sounding mutter.

B. Spiders!

Spiders are something that Ushahin is familiar with. Granted, these beasts are quite a bit bigger than the ones that had constructed the webs of Darkhaven, but Ushahin is confident that he can handle them. After all, a spider's needs are simple: build webs and eat meat. He has no intention of helping them along with the second part.

When one of the Skulltulas comes near him, Ushahin doesn't move or go for his sword. His eyes do seem to flicker and a subtle ripple goes through the air. "Leave me be," he whispers softly, waiting a few precious seconds for the glamour to take affect. Though he's standing not less than ten feet away from the spider, it completely ignores him. Though nothing shows on his face, inwardly, Ushahin is relieved. He wasn't sure that was going to work.

C. In the city

Once he has escaped the eight-legged pests that seem intent on eating everything in their path, Ushahin finds himself wandering the streets of the city. With the adrenaline wearing off, he's finding himself to be quite tired. It wasn't so long ago that he had been partaking in a battle to decide the fate of himself and everyone he cared about. And now...well, he doesn't want to think about all that he had lost. All he has left of his world are the weapons wrapped up in a bundle at his side and Fetch. The device that was left with him has been forgotten for right now. He doesn't know how to work it and has higher priorities on his list than figuring it out.

The raven is flying high overhead, occasionally transmitting the images of the city from a bird's eye-view. He sees many buildings, some tall spires and others a bit smaller. All Ushahin is seeking for right now is shelter and food. Once he's done with that, he can focus on getting his bearings and understanding more of just where he's ended up.
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Dr. Hermann Gottlieb / OPEN

[personal profile] verinumeri 2016-06-10 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[1] COLOSSEUM / SPIDERS
[ Dr. Hermann Gottlieb will not be taking this chair anywhere. (Which, incidentally, has "legs" 100 centimeters shorter than depicted, and so his legs extend awkwardly.) Less because of its hideous and arguably mocking design (he has looked better, less skeletal, better fed), and more because he has other things on his mind.

First: he jerks awake. His face, furrowed into a scowl even in sleep, irritation a clear wrinkle, tightens with a different, stark emotion: fright. Immediately he is all movement and agitation, his hands fumbling, the energy of his frantic waking briefly kicking his legs in, propelling him to his feet, but he loses his balance and falls back. It isn't a particularly comfortable chair to fall on. Hands still fumbling, grasping. Face white. Relief filters, trickles really, when with a glance, he can better direct his right, and his hand closes on the handle of his cane.

Back to his feet, then, where Hermann spins in place, neck craned, everything aching, no taste of metal in his mouth, a space in his head, no ceiling but above it, no stars, no sky, underground, but nothing is dispositive. A weight in his pocket. Thrust of the left, closing on a device, but when he pulls it out, it's strange.

Not dispositive.

Neither is the message. Hope, gods, Hadriel, nice try, only -- it's text. There's text all over it. Still not dispositive, though dizzying. He remembers, because it isn't as though there's been time to forget, time experienced -- the message. Major reconstruction likely finished and now, testing resumes, and how generous, they've upgraded their phones and given them text. New faces on the list, new names, but the space in his head confirms the one missing. He must still be in cold sleep. Hermann cannot think of that if he's going to get anywhere, so he doesn't. And he has to go, hasn't he?

How many days? The lost time frustrates, the inability to calculate.

But, he has to move, to prioritize the practical, then react. Food, shelter, fine. Hermann lurches toward the ostensible exit, and normally it's rather sensible to hug the wall, keep out of the open.

Well.

His reflexes aren't bad, these days. When something plummets, his knees obediently go out (intentional, surely), and he lands on his butt, on all fours (well, threes, given he's gripping his cane), and promptly scuttles backwards. Only then does he get a look at it. A phantom ache along his waistline. Fear gives way to anger and Hermann gets back to his proper, natural expression: he scowls. ]


Charming. Cute. Spiders. You can just -- ought just -- hairspray --

[ Cue the much too thin, ragged scientist literally feebly waving his cane at it. How he can be so tired after an indeterminate amount of cold sleep, he couldn't say, but of course, monsters, spiders. What the hell is he supposed to do? ]

[2] STORES
[ Wow, that above prompt was disgustingly long. Let's do this:

Somehow???? He gets out??? But still winds up alone??? And so.


Getting himself turned in the right direction, of course he prioritizes food. He's had to do without both, after all, and he knows how they respectively factor into the odds.

He's beginning to have his doubts. Largely because of what [ASSUMED RESCUER(S?)] said, but the buildings help. Not the spiral theme, that too has him scowling, a little nauseous, but the glass, the architecture otherwise. Not only spirals. Hexagons, circles, geometric shapes, which almost soothe him.

Then there's the store, this one, where he stands right now. Where he's been standing for 349.56 seconds without moving, simply staring at the selection. ]

[3] LAKE
[ Some indeterminate amount of time later.

Hermann meant to look at the housing.

He couldn't. Well, he could, but he'd gotten as far as glancing through the doorway of a bedroom and felt, frankly, a little --

He doesn't want to think about it. He's not thinking about the way he felt, really, just that he'd decided, before finding a place to arbitrarily call his own (not their own), he should eat the food, some of it, should explore a bit more. There'd been, of all things, canvas bags at the store. For the grocery. As if Haven wanted to ensure they'd be recycling.

It's an odd assortment in his bag. It's an odd assortment he pulls out once he reaches the shores of a lovely looking lake. (He doesn't buy it. Piranhas, probably. Flesh eating bacteria. Acid. Poison. Something like. Still.) He's taken off his blazer and laid it on the ground and sat himself down. His expression, as he looks out at the lake, vacillates wildly among suspicious and serene and cranky.

Odd assortment: a bag of carrots and a bar of chocolate.

Don't ask.

Between crunches, he also examines the phone, which means he's shoved his glasses (on a wire 'round his neck) onto his face. ]





Edited 2016-06-10 22:00 (UTC)
perceives_sunlight: (towards the light)

Son Goku | Open! ♥

[personal profile] perceives_sunlight 2016-06-10 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
A: Oh Gross, Chairs. (Colosseum)
When he wakes up--

"Eh?" And gold eyes are already looking down at a very disgusting-looking, bulbous chair that looks almost waterlogged. It's grey, slightly moldy, and just... gross. Slightly damp. Why? Goku sits up quickly. His butt is wet. "Uh--ewww..."

The (five hundred and)fifteen-year-old scrambles out of the chair. Instantly, his stomach lets out a gurgling noise. The tiny youth lets out a heavy huff.

"Awww... noooo.... I'm hungryyyy..." Is the first complain. It's not 'where am I' or 'how did I get here'. Goku wants his stomach filled. He rubs his stomach, heading to the exit... only for a giant spider to appear. He lets out a noise.

"...That doesn't look tasty!"


B: :D Freedom! (Out and About after Esaping A)
No, spiders were not tasty. Lesson learned.

Goku still has an empty stomach. That was his main concern. However, he'd finally begun to question what normal people would have by now.

"...Where am I? I don't.... recognize this place at all."


C: Reunited and it Feels so Goooooood~! (Open to castmates only)
Goku hasn't been wandering around for very long. He's currently barefoot, with one hand over his stomach, long hair fluttering along behnd him as he walks around the city, looking around. He's sniffing the air. Food. Food. Where was food? Where was anything familiar? Where was...

...The sky? Where was...

...The sun?

And Sanzo? Or anyone? Sure, there were people on the street, but, was he...

...Alone?

No, no he couldn't panic. All he needed to do was walk around and find out more. Surely there was a way to get back to the temple, or... something, right? He didn't want to be trapped here! He... he wasn't trapped, right?

Right?
Edited 2016-06-10 22:35 (UTC)
scarletcast: ([ aou ] 045)

wanda maximoff | brackets or prose, I'll match you.

[personal profile] scarletcast 2016-06-11 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
colosseum

[ She wakes up face-down on a torn cushion. There are no bars, but along the walls, there are shadows, and the feel of predatory intent. It's good, to see one's enemy in front of you, a place to focus. ]

[ The first spider that comes at her gets torn to shreds by red light. The same happens to the second, and the third. She keeps walking, approaching those who aren't visibly able to protect themselves, and following those who are fleeing to get rid of their pursuers. ]

Can you walk? Come with me.

supplies

[ The clothes she has on her sufficed for now, but they're stained dark with spider goo. She couldn't care less about her current appearance, but it will smell. Wanda's no stranger to scavenging. ]

[ If the shop's not empty she just nods to whoever's there looking through the racks. Wryly, after taking a jacket, ]

What do you think? I should stick with red?

library

[ There's a stack of books like a trail in her wake, set on the table. Wanda is frowning at the titles as she examines each book and sets it out, mouth thinner and thinner as she goes. ]

Are these all useless?

wildcard

[ or anyone else you might find Wanda; snooping around the park and the armoury, perched in the bar, eating. ]

[ ooc: please fill out wanda's permissions if you haven't already. ]
greywaren: (ᴀᴍᴇɴ ᴀᴍᴇɴ ᴀᴍᴇɴ ᴀᴍᴇɴ)

Ronan Lynch | ota

[personal profile] greywaren 2016-06-11 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Returning from a canon update!]

A: Colosseum
[Without much preamble, Ronan jerks himself from the chair to land, stomach-first on the dirt floor. Everything about him is tense, shivering and barely able to pay attention to his current surroundings. He presses his forehead against the ground, curling inward and trying to force air into his lungs when it feels like the rest of his body is wracked in the aftershocks of whatever had just happened.

He'd apparently had an assortment of metalic objects in his hands when he'd woken up in Hadriel, and since falling to the floor, they've scattered around him.

Ronan just breathes for a minute or two after his unfortunate landing, not even making an attempt to interpret his surroundings- it's probably another dream or some kind of trick or something, and so he just squeezes his eyes shut and waits for it to pass.]


B. City
[After he's managed to be up and about, Ronan wastes no time. He recognizes the city, recognizes the landmarks... it's been a few months, but he remembers this place, and so he makes a beeline for where he used to live, in the confused hope that he'd run into his friends there, if they made it back with him.

Everything's been going to hell lately, and he's not even sure when this is, but- well, with his luck, something's got to give eventually.]


Hey- hey!

[He'll call out to the first person he sees, particularly if they look familiar to him. Ronan's eyes are dark, his tone blunt and demanding:]

How long have you been here? In the city?
unknowable: (you say I'm falling behind)

adam parrish | open

[personal profile] unknowable 2016-06-11 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[june 10th: arrival]

[Adam wakes in the grip of a strange chair, but he barely notices it. His head is swimming from the moment his eyes open, panic and shock and incredible sadness. He just came from - a moment that was awful, that could have been the end of something so important to him. People's lives in the balance. Magic.

And now he's - here? In Hadriel again?

He doesn't look great, honestly. There are scratches on his face, furrowed and bloody, left by human fingernails. There are bruises on his wrists, visible thanks to his short-sleeved t-shirt. There's a shellshocked look in his eyes, though the moment he realizes where he is he tries to hide it. He looks around himself, getting his bearings, and pushes himself to his feet. If he's here again, then maybe the others -

He rushes off, his memories of this arena vivid again. He knows the way out, he can probably avoid the monsters, he doesn't care.

He's in such a rush that he bumps into someone - more like slams, really, rudely and not gently at all.]


Oh, I'm - I'm sorry. Are you all right?

[It's rote politeness. He doesn't seem that interested in the answer.]

[june 13th: acceptance]

[So. He's back, and he's had some time to get used to that, and he's found his friends again. Things aren't great, but they could be worse. They could be a lot worse. Adam's cuts and bruises are slowly healing, he's getting back on his feet in this prison of a place. His friends are here, and this is really the first time he's managed to pry himself away from them. Not for long, but he needed to walk, and so did his dog.

He's in the park, shoes off and toes in the grass. His dog - not quite a real dog, but indistinguishable from one - is running through the trees, circling back to Adam now and then to check on him. Adam watches, quiet, trying to settle back in to being here. He's not sure how he feels about it. Not really.

The dog is not actually much more sociable than his master, but if anyone approaches, he'll run back to Adam and sit next to him, half guard dog and half comfort. That will snap Adam out of his daze, and he'll look up -]


Am I in your way?
fortunefavored: ((37))

Dr. Newt Geiszer | Open!

[personal profile] fortunefavored 2016-06-11 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Colosseum]

[This really isn't how Newt expects to wake up. Okay, granted, he didn't have super high expectations about the whole thing when last he fell asleep, but really, coming to in a very strange place on a very strange piece of furniture is a little disconcerting. He may have been snoring and half hanging off of it, so when he comes to with a start, he topples off of it and onto the ground. The very dusty ground. Which is also unexpected.

Thus, he's coughing as he sits up, blinking in bewilderment, immediately aware of what is missing--]


--Hermann?

[No answer. A fact that he’s realizing as the disorientation starts to fade and he really starts to observe his surroundings, turning his head to take in the colosseum around him, eyes narrowing in suspicion]

…what the hell? [Okay, yep, scrambling to his feet, now glancing at the couch he was sleeping on…and subsequently, his backpack next to one of the legs. He breathes out a sigh of relief, reaching for it. However, as soon as he picks it up, the giant bloodstain and human skull underneath is enough to startle, causing him to let out a noise that sounds like a high-pitched screech, dropping his backpack as he stumbles back, tripping over his own two feet and going down hard in the sand. He scrambles into a sitting position again, breathing hard, trying to push down the immediate urge to run very, very far away. Not that he’d get anywhere better because, y’know, Haven.

Newt pushes to his feet a little more slowly, this time prepared when he picks up his backpack to reveal the gruesome remains. He can’t help but make a face even as he moves the backpack to the weird couch thingy he woke up on, unzipping it and taking a quick inventory of everything inside, incredibly relieved to see everything he packed still in there. He zips the pack back up, before then moving to check the pockets of his leather jacket. Vials, check; origami newt, check; and…phone???

Newt pulls it out of his pocket, bewildered.]


Huh. Looks like they gave us an upgrade. Weird. [There’s a message on it, but it’s not from Hermann so Newt is currently going to disregard it, tucking the phone back into his pocket. He wants to get out of here pretty quickly—this place is giving him in the heebie-jeebies. He slings the backpack up onto one shoulder, now turning to look at the other people around and, not seeing who he’s looking for, is going to make a beeline for the exit. He knows he’s here—so finding him has become priority number one. He can get to know the newbies later.

Unfortunately, however, as he makes for the only visible exit, he’s so focused that he’s unaware of what lurks above. Thus he’s rather unprepared as a very large spider drops down from the ceiling. Fortunately for Newt, he’s gotten pretty good at dodging things, so he’s barely throwing himself out of the way in time, hitting the ground and rolling away, scuttling back away from it as quickly as possible, eyes widening behind his glass as he realizes what it is]
H-hoooooly shit, that’s a big spider!

[Newt Geiszler: Master of the Obvious.]


[SPIRE 3]

[having assumedly departed from whoever helped him out in the colosseum because #priorities, Newt is going to find the closest building that looks relatively intact and duck into it. He’s used to buildings with doors and four walls and a floor being a safe space from monsters, so as soon as he gets to spire 3 he’s heading inside, not really bothering to go in any of the apartments, just sitting on the bottom of the stairs and fumbling for his phone. He does look around as he sits, however, making a disgusted face]

Ugh. This again? Can’t they come up with any better decor? [he hates spirals.]


[SHOPS]

[now that his first priority has been satisfied, Newt can focus on other things. Like food. Because—]

Holy shit. [this, awed, as he’s standing in front of an entire shelf of pocky. He hasn’t moved. He might have possibly been standing there for at least three minutes. Because he hasn’t seen this kinda dessert in over a year and a half, and, being the giant kaiju nerd he is, it is one of his favorites from his childhood. He looks like he’s not sure whether this is real or not.]

Is this…is this a joke? [he laughs, once, high pitched and edging hysterical. All from a couple boxes of pocky] What—are they trying to make us complacent, now? With pocky? […he hates to admit it, but it might work.]

sisterincrime: (yikes)

Sasha | Tales From the Borderlands | OTA | Will match formatting!

[personal profile] sisterincrime 2016-06-11 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Colosseum - Wake-up call

[Waking up dangling half off of what is a definite contender for world's most uncomfortable chair is certainly one way to wake up. Blearily trying to get more comfortable before slipping and falling off completely into a pile of regret definitely gets you the rest of the way.]

What the hell?!

[And pushing herself up with her left arm--]

Aagh!

[--is an unpleasant reminder that it's broken. Thanks Felix.

Sasha gives herself a few moments to coddle her arm and feel sorry for herself, before she gets herself together. She pulls her Maliwan from her storage deck and herself to her feet, more carefully this time, and looks around, gun hanging slackly from her grip as she tries to stop confusion turning to panic.
]

What the hell is this place...?

[Because it's sure as shit not the loot piles next to the wreckage of the Traveller, on the open surface. This is some... weird underground arena.

And as soon as she sees someone, she'll be running towards them, hailing them down. Surely she can't be the only one this is weird for.
]

Hey-- hey, 'scuse me!

Colosseum - Spider senses

[Unless she gets stopped partway by a skulltula dropping abruptly down in front of her, earning a choice curse as she stumbles back. Her SMG is up immediately and she fires a burst of bullets at its carapace.

Unfortunately, while they're not arrows, they certainly aren't strong enough to pierce the bug's shell, and the electricity rushing along in small arcs doesn't seem to phase it.
]

Ooooh, you've got to be kidding me...

[Give a girl a hand before she's bug chow?]

City - Shopping for a hero

[And after all that excitement, what better way to wind down than to explore the city? In particular, she'll be rummaging through the shops, her gun always within arm's reach when it's not in her hand as she rummages for... well, anything she might find useful. Bandages and a splint would be nice.]
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Elmer C. Albatross | open!

[personal profile] keep_smiling 2016-06-13 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[A]
[Elmer sure does like the weird loveseat he woke up on, but he's not planning on taking it with. It's a little too big, and besides, he'd much rather know where he is and what's going on than figure out how to move some furniture to his non-existent house. Seems like he's not alone when it comes to being presented with free creepy furniture, so he can at least ask some questions to folks nearby. The pleasant-looking young blonde doesn't seem too bothered, if that bright smile is any indication. Just a little confused.]

Ah, hi there! Any idea what this is all about?


[B]
[There is a skulltula literally on top of this poor fellow. It jumped from above out of nowhere and landed on Elmer, who is now trapped underneath it as it tries to make a meal out of him. It's in for some disappointment; no matter how hard it tried to suck out his blood, it doesn't really seem to work for some reason. Elmer is mostly just trying to swat at it while attempting to wriggle free from the bit of web it's caught him in. Also, getting repeatedly bit is annoyingly painful. Help a guy out?]


[C]
[Elmer does love some exploring, and he'd like to see what this place has to offer. Sadly, that's not much, but he's making the best of it. The architecture is definitely interesting, but there doesn't seem to be a local population, which is really disappointing. If you don't catch him while he's out sightseeing, you can find him resupplying his backpack with snacks and supplies. He's marveling at the strange selection of old and unfamiliar foods, delighted by the choice in new things to try. He grabs one box of something familiar, though.]

Hey, I remember these! Been a few years since I had them. Didn't even know they still existed.
Edited 2016-06-13 01:16 (UTC)
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[personal profile] federalbureauofimmortals 2016-06-13 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Colosseum]
Victor wakes up in a lumpy, awkward chair and quickly flails and falls out of it. Getting his slacks, his vest and shirt dirty is a grea start to this very strange day. He just seems to be yelling to no one in particular as he blurts out, "what the hell? Seriously, what the hell is this? Shit!"

Okay, so he's not alone and as he looks around he realizes this is no place near home. Getting up and dusting off, Victor's going to try to make his way out of the Colosseum quickly. If he can find out what city he is in, he can totally find a way home right? Right? Unfortunately for him he gets delayed by a very large, monstrous spider that descends upon him while he's distracted and lands on his back.

Flailing doesn't get him free this time as the thing bites him and clings as best it can. "Son of a bitch! No, no, no, no, what the hell are you!?"