Intro Log: Don't Wake Tonberry

[hadrielmods]

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!

Comments

[silvercrusader]

[It doesn't matter how long it takes. Polnareff is content to stay here for hours if that's what's needed. His free arm wraps around Abdul's shoulders, keeping him pressed close, while his other hand keeps its grip on his wrist. After a moment he slides his fingers down, seeking out Abdul's own, gripping his hand in something uncharacteristically intimate.]

You can cry if you want.

[Murmured, and he tips his head up, staring blankly up at the stone walls.]

If-- if you need to.

[seventyeight]

[It takes him a while to realize that Polnareff's fingers are twined in his. As a result, it takes him a while to respond. When he does realize, he squeezes back ever so lightly, even as his eyes stare into nothing at the wall past Polnareff's shoulder.]

[The suggestion . . . it almost makes him laugh.]

I don't want to.

[Maybe he needs to. But he doesn't want to, and he feels like he can't. Instead, he wraps his other arm around Polnareff's middle, because that's as close as he can get.]