Intro Log: Arm Yourself

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for August
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: August 10th-15th
Warnings: Stalkers, newbies, and cute loot!

Sleeping on the cold dirt ground of the colosseum is enough to make anyone uncomfortable. It might be a little worse this month than others, as some of you may be waking up on top of or around various self defense devices (btw: that last one is a taser).

Come to think of it, you'll probably need those. Also in the colosseum and already stalking you are... uh, well, stalkers from the Borderlands game series. Stalkers come armed with claws, teeth, and sharp tails- and what's more, they can turn invisible to sneak up on you. Zap them with your newfound taser or stab them with your jewelry comb knife or just run away screaming- we won't judge, but you have to do something or else they'll kill you and eat your corpse and all sorts of unfortunate things.

Good luck finding a way out. Maybe you can make some friends along the way.

All done and escaped from the clutches of the colosseum? Awesome! 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 August 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

[funnybird]

"Well, yeah. You spend so much time trapped in a box and you pick something like that up. Not much else to do, anyway.

"Besides, the only person I had to listen to was the old man who kept me in there. And boy, could he ramble. Always had a story to tell. Then he'd start drinking. Then he'd fall asleep in the middle of the story... Then I'd never find out what happened to the stranded sailor and his scurvy-ridden dog!

"...er, not that I cared about any of his crazy stories. They just helped build my colorful vocabulary."

[circumitus]

"Odd. Didn't pick up all that much when stuck in a box."

Having spent quite some time in a cell of her own, Rey's old self did learn more than the Rey she is now realizes.

But that's neither here nor there. "Why did that guy keep you in a box, anyway?"

Better to focus on that rather than why she herself was in a similar 'situation'.

[funnybird]

The bird shrugs. He shrugs hard.

"Really couldn't tell you. Crazy? Drunk? Didn't trust me not to fly away the moment I saw daylight? Even then, he was the only home I ever had. I never had anywhere else to go so it didn't cross my mind to actually fly away until I met April."

[circumitus]

Welp, that seems fair enough. The bird seems to have enough sentience to possess intellectual thought, or at least simulate one. Unless their world is rife with talking corvids (and, for all she knows, perhaps it is), chances are he's a rare breed.

But she decides to focus on the more obvious subject.

"That a friend of yours?"

[funnybird]

"Who? April? Oh yeah! Best gal to shift into Arcadia! Well... The only one to shift so far. So not really any competition."

Weird. He hasn't had to talk about April when April wasn't there before.

"But she's probably home by now. Back in Stark with her weird machines! Can you imagine what that— Oh. I mean, I guess you can imagine, huh?"