Intro Log: Don't Wake Tonberry

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Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for September
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: September 10th-13th
Warnings: Cute monsters, a way to pass the time, and plenty of newbies!

Waking up in Hadriel certainly has its down sides, but if this weird murdercave city is good at one thing, it's keeping people entertained. As you awaken on the hard ground of the colosseum, you might see a rectangular cardboard box lying near you. Ignore it for now, as you get your bearings, but if you get bored? Well, you'll find these exciting and unique board games will keep you entertained!

But how could you possibly get bored, when there are plenty of cute monsters around to keep you company? Sharing the colosseum with all the new arrivals are Tonberries. In addition to their natural cuteness defense, they also carry very large knives. They're slow-moving and look innocent and even friendly, but be careful - one strike from that knife and you'll be a bloody mess. They won't attack unless you get too close, but who doesn't want to hug a Tonberry? And of course, if you attack, they'll counter with extreme prejudice.

Managed to resist the urge to hug a Tonberry? Safely escaped from the clutches of the colosseum, new board game in tow? 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 September 10th-13th.
► 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!

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[furthered]

[Curtis shakes his hand, slow and eyes narrowed. It’s almost as if seeing a vague memory flash across someone else’s face, looking at Steve. He can’t quite place it yet, he hasn’t seen himself in a long time. He’s not so sure he wants to.]

Steve.

[He frowns at the offer, eyes flicking into the apartment behind the other man. He’s wary and he’s sure it shows, but people to be trusted aren’t exactly beating down doors to get to Curtis.]

Aren’t you worried I might be dangerous?

[But he steps up anyways. If Steve’s not afraid of him, he’ll offer the same lack of fear.]

[prespangled]

[It's a fair enough question, even if Steve looks like he hadn't really considered it. He's met his share of bad eggs, but there's not as many of those here as there were back in Brooklyn. Even they didn't compare to the monsters.]

Not really. [Not so much that hes going to let it change who he is or what he's going to do once his mind is made up. Steve waits for Curtis to step inside before shutting the door behind him. The apartment is modest but with its share of appliances, and an obvious effort has been made to keep it clean.] Anyway, I figure that anyone who's really a danger wouldn't draw attention to it. Have a seat. You want some coffee? It's that instant stuff, but it's not so bad once you get used to it.

[He's already headed into the kitchen, the doorway wide and open enough for them to continue their conversation.]

Where are you from?

[furthered]

[That’s either brave or stupid, but Curtis gets the feeling Steve might do this all the time.]

Alright.

[Steve’s apartment looks lived in. Well-kept and clean, telling Curtis that Steve, or someone else that lives here, appreciates what they have. Showing respect to material things is like a person saying that they don’t take what they have for granted and it’s a quality in another person that Curtis thinks is important.]

I haven’t had a cup of coffee in years. [He nods, sitting down with his elbows propped up on his knees and his chin in his hand.] Thanks.

[A giant train; which would lead to questions Curtis isn’t quite ready to answer.]

New York, originally.

[prespangled]

[He's been called both. In the same breath, usually. Steve fills up the kettle before carefully spooning the coffee into a couple of mugs. It still doesn't smell much like coffee to him, but it turns the water brown. That's a start.]

Really? [Curtis said the magic words to bring Steve right back to the door, though he does at least glance back at the kettle. Steve's eyes are blue and interested when he looks at him again.] Me too, from Brooklyn.

[He goes back into the kitchen just long enough to stop the kettle from whistling, carefully bringing both mugs back to where Curtis is waiting. Maybe they're not too heavy after he added water. And since Curtis is the guest, he gets the cup that isn't Christmas themed.]

Do you miss it?

[furthered]

Really?

[Curtis glances over at Steve, and if it were easy for him to smile, he’d be right then. Someone from his neighborhood, well close enough.]

Queens. Until I was seventeen. The train after that.

[He takes the non-Christmas themed mug carefully in hand, sipping the coffee. His expression goes soft, fond even, like he’s tasting a good memory. It’s coffee, even if it’s instant.]

Miss it every day. Do you?

[If there was a New York to go back to, Curtis would go. There might not be any people left, and everything is covered in snow, but it’s the only home he’d ever known.]

[prespangled]

More than I thought I would.

[It's a confession. Steve spent so much time thinking about getting out of Brooklyn, at least since the war started. He needed to get to Europe, he needed to fight. Now he's stuck in this cave and all he can think about is all the familiar places that he might never see again.

Steve takes a sip of his coffee, which is hot and has at least some flavor to it, and yeah, that's good enough for him too.]

But you make do here. And there's good people. [People who are missing their own homes, their families. In a way, Steve's lucky. At least he has Bucky, even if he is different.] What were you saying about a train though?

[Steve look back up at Curtis, a little confused. He almost sounded like he was living on a train after New York, but that's not possible, right?]

[furthered]

[Curtis nods. He’d been young once. Getting out of the city he’d been born and raised in had been the plan, but scientists made some choices and everyone had to suffer in the ice and snow.]

There’s coffee and I can stretch my legs out without hitting anyone. That’s already a step up.

[He could walk in any direction and not bump into another person for a while. There was so much space it threatened to be overwhelming, but all the other odd things distracted him from that.]

Short version? [He shrugs a shoulder.] Global warming got pretty bad. They shot some chemicals up into the atmosphere and froze the whole damn planet over. Some of us got a ride on a self-sustaining train. [He won’t say some lucky people, he’s not sure about that.] Been there ever since.

[prespangled]

[It's a lot to process, and Steve looks like he might just suffer a permanent furrow in his brow from it all. But he's heard stranger things about the future. Maybe.]

What year did you say this was again? [If he said at all. Steve's mind is still reeling, and because he's Steve, he spits out exactly what he's thinking.] What the hell did we do to the world?