Intro Log: HOLY F*^K THAT'S A F*&KI%G DRAGON

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for October
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: October 10th-13th
Warnings: New faces, new greeting posts, and dragons. What's more to want?

If your first thought upon waking up on the cold, hard ground of Hadriel's very own Colosseum is 'maybe I partied too hard last night', one, Delight would love you and two, you're wrong. Or- maybe you did, but that's not why you're here. Instead, you wake up with the same clothes you were wearing when you were last home, but surrounded by very different people. So, make some friends! Might as well voice your confusion and concern and show the technologically unsavvy of you how to operate these fancy new phones, right? Just be sure not to trip over these odd bags of chips on your way to greet your fellow man.

Don't spend too much time out in the open, though. There are monsters about, and not quite the usual ones. This month, Hadriel is bringing in four dragons, each with their own unique abilities and raidboss-esque stamina. They'll be terrorizing the city until someone puts them down- maybe that someone is you! Maybe you should, uh, actually hide. They're hungry and territorial and mean and they're definitely out for a good meal. Check out our OOC post for more information, as well as who will be eventually killing the beasts!

But hey, once you escape from the dragons, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies.

New, as of October's intro log is a Newcomer's guide that installs itself by default on every activated phone. Thanks, Mello!

Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers October 10th-13th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

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Camille | OC | OTA

[notjelly]

Colosseum

Honestly, for all that Camille plays it cool, she probably would be freaking out about suddenly waking up in a strange place. Especially when that strange place is a colosseum filled with semi-conscious individuals and four dragons. The dragons aren't really a problem. Dragons, as far as she's concerned, are just stuffy librarian types. Not a big deal.

She would be freaking out, if she hadn't had a sort of...dream about this place, one of those too-real dreams. She can remember the conversations she had, the descriptions of this place and how it works. And, welp! Looks like it was all real!

Seems she has a god or two to punch in the face.

So, there's a weird lady in the colosseum, and at first glance she's human. At second glance, she is absolutely not human. She's got a cow's tail, for one thing, and small goat horns sprouting from her hair. Her arms currently end in paws instead of hands, paws with very long claws.

"Gas station sushi!" She reaches down and grabs the bag off the ground. "What will they think of next? Oh, that's a hard flavor to get right, innit? You need that touch of norovirus, not easy, no, not without getting all your customers massively ill, to be sure!"

Of course, before too long, the dragons wake up and do their dragon-y thing, and Camille is forced to realize that oh, okay, these are not the dragons she's familiar with. She ends up with her back to a wall, wary gaze flicking between the black dragon perched overhead and the red dragon currently attacking people in the arena.

"Awful rude. Awful rude. Management will be hearing from me!"

She still has the bag of Gas Station Sushi chips.

The Streets

By now she has actually opened the bag and is munching the chips as she wanders the city.

Escaping dragons isn't too difficult when you can just turn into something small and sneak out through a hole in the wall. Big old humans make for much tastier meals, plus they seem to be preoccupied with the assorted brave souls trying to fight them.

Camille is just making her way through the city, frowning to herself and wondering what to do now. She remembers the "dream," and she's looked through her phone...seems the first thing to do is find a house, but how does one go about just claiming a house around here? She's not quite rude enough to just take over someone else's home.

At this point, Camille looks more like some kind of anthropomorphic cat, albeit a cat with ram horns.

WILDCARD

Camille will be all over the city, so feel free to encounter her anywhere.

streets. kinda.

[skelebro]

Hey, Camille. Don't trip over the skeleton on your way outta the colosseum, okay? 'Cause he's just kinda parked there, lookin' more or less like he just got slide-tackled by sleep and left for dead. Left for "dead," get it, it's a...yeah, you know, never mind.

That one was in horrible taste.

Point is, this ridiculous bag of bones is just flopped over near one of the exits, like he was thinkin' maybe of payin' a visit to the newbies and then sunk down onto the ground because he got struck with an abrupt case of The Apathy and didn't see the point in continuing. Which is precisely what happened.

Point is, he didn't exactly make sure to drop into a snooze in a way that wouldn't lend himself to gettin' tripped over.

So, uh. Watch your step?

[notjelly]

She's vaguely weasel-shaped on her way out of the colosseum--small, noodly, can fit into small spaces, but is slightly less liable to get stepped on or squished than a rat or a mouse. Plus she's a fan of noodles.

So as it is, she doesn't so much trip over him as climb up on him, assuming for a moment that he's just a dead body or other similar obstacle. She's wandering across his chest area when she sees his face.

"Oh! Oh! I remember you! Dreamed about you? Now doesn't that sound cheesy."

He's just kind of...passed out, or maybe dead, right in the middle of the street. She sits up on her hind legs and looks around, still perched on his chest. No one else seems to be nearby. The blue dragon passes overhead with a roar.

Once the roar fades out, Camille can hear him snoring gently.

"Ah, well, that answers that, then. Zayid could sleep through anything, too."

If he were a total stranger, she would have moved on by now. As it is, he's only slightly a stranger, and she did sort of dream about him. There are certain mystical bylaws about what you're supposed to do when you dream about someone, and abandoning them to be dragon food or get run over by a car isn't among them.

She sighs a little to herself, climbs off him and changes shape, turning into an oversized kangaroo. Albeit a kangaroo with long, flowing red locks. She then picks him up and stuffs him into her pouch, like someone would stuff a quarter they found on the street into a purse.

"Powers above, Bluebird, are your bones made of lead?"

Ah, well. She can at least get him into an empty building and then just...leave him there in a corner or something. Maybe with a blanket and the remainder of her chips, if she's feeling generous.

[skelebro]

Whuhhhhhhh

When he comes back to himself, he is somewhere. Soft. And furry. And he does not like it. He flounders for a moment with a hideous lack of control over the dexterity of his limbs, tries to blip on out in the open air, fails to do so, tries again, fails again, and winds up jabbing his bony elbows a few times into Camille's midsection.

He tries a third time, and, hey! Third time is really the goddamn charm, because he's outta there. He's also, uh, on a roof now. Lookin' down at a kangaroo-shaped person of some sort, without much of a conception as to how or what or why.

He blinks.

"'Sup?"

[notjelly]

She's just hopping along, minding her own dangass business and trying to save both herself and her skeleton friend, and apparently the thanks she gets is an elbow in her nonexistent spleen.

"Ow! Hey now, none of that--"

The guy is flailing as much as he can, which is a pretty weird feeling when you have a kangaroo pouch. And then, abruptly, he is gone, and the sudden lack of weight makes Camille almost trip over herself.

She stops, blinks, checks her pouch and then the immediate vicinity. Then she hears his voice and looks up. Oh, okay, he is just. Hanging out on a roof now. Alright.

She shifts to a more humanoid form, and after a moment decides to just give herself a Sans-themed hoodie.

"Well that was a neat trick! Didn't know skeletons could blink step! Hi there, Bluebird, whatcha doin' up there? Do you remember me? I had a dream about you!"

[skelebro]

He is struck with the very acute sensation that they've all done this before. And then she calls him "Bluebird," and it all comes together with a reassuring snap of fragmented memories, the way things never came together Underground.

"Hey," he says, you. But he doesn't say that last part, 'cause...this last month has kinda been hell on his nonexistent nerves, and he's a bit on the frazzled side, not really in the position to make any snap judgments on how he felt about her at the time, or how much of her he really remembers.

"You, uh...remember this place, yeah?"

Colosseum kinda.

[save_theworld]

There is a child edging along the side of the wall towards her.

And it's fine if she doesn't notice that, honestly, because they're a child who's short on words and even shorter in stature. They don't call for help, or sob in the manner of a kid looking for protection. Their expression is nothing short of peaceful- or at least, set upon their goal, with the blank determination of someone who sees something in life and knows how to take it.

Which is precisely why her bag of chips crinkles.

You don't uh. You don't need all of them, right, pal? Buddy? Chum?

Sure.

[notjelly]

Camille is focused on watching the fight between the red dragon and all the hapless idiots who decided they could definitely bring it down. Back home, when dragons are pushed to actually fighting, it tends to be a sort of end-of-the-world scenario. When dragons join a fight, that's about when the other side starts looking at each other wondering who fucked up badly enough to warrant this.

She doesn't notice the child's approach until her bag of chips crinkles. She looks over and raises her eyebrows as she spots the kid with their hand in the bag.

"Oh my! Dragons and tiny chip thieves! Management will be getting a two-page letter for this travesty! Single spaced, ten-point font!"

She grins and holds out the bag so they can reach it better.

"Though, do be careful. Gas station sushi and all, I'm not sure if they included actual norovirus or just the flavor. Wouldn't want to get food poisoning while dragons are attacking, would you? Though I daresay you don't look too frightened."

[save_theworld]

Keeping at a good distance from the fight itself seems like a great idea, in Frisk's opinion. Their hand retracts when she declares so dramatically, but the chips are offered anyway, and it is, after all, just dramatics. Drama is easy to understand. Comfortable.

They crack a grin of their own, pulling out a chip and holding it up for scrutiny. Ever so lightly, they let it touch the tip of their tongue.

And then they put the chip back in the bag.

"Uh.

Don't eat those." Just a word to the wise. Frisk resists the urge to rub their tongue on their sleeve, shrugging nonchalantly. "You're not scared either."

[notjelly]

She watches the kid sample a chip and then starts giggling at the reaction. Humans reacting to weird food will never not be priceless.

Camille grabs a handful of chips and eats the whole bunch.

"Oh, but they're delightful!" She says this with her mouthful. "Just a hint of gasoline. They even taste like they've been on the shelf for approximately forty years!"

She's a creature of very weird tastes.

It would probably be more appropriate to have popcorn for a fight like this. As she watches, one of the dragon sends some poor bastard flying with its tail. That looked like it hurt.

"No, because I know I can get out of here rather easily if need be. You, though, well, I suppose you must look more a snack to them than a meal, hu hu! There are certain merits to being small. Sooo, did you just pop through that old...what's it called, some boring name. The Door, right? Did you just come through, or?"

[save_theworld]

Lady, they'll eat sequined hamburgers, but they won't eat that.

And the fact that she will is- something. They're trying very hard not to judge; it's not their archetype. It's hard to tell what makes them wince more; the person who goes flying through the air, or the the tell tale crunch of death between her teeth.

"I was framed." They tell her calmly, with as blank an expression as possible. "But that wasmonths ago. Dragons aren't too bad."

If anything, aren't they a little exciting?

Colosseum, but before the bit with the dragon

[crowboy]

It's not very often that Corbin sees someone who is really, blatantly not human. He keeps an eye out for them of course, for other... well non-humans is probably the best word he has for it at this point, but they're either hiding or he just hasn't gotten that lucky.

But she's pretty obviously not human, what with the tail and the horns and the paws and all.

He's shown up at the Colosseum to check on things, because that's when, according to the calendar, the new folks show up, and it seems like a few of them always need some kind of help. And he's not wrong, there's dragons this time, and they don't look friendly at all, even if it's mostly just stalking around in what he can only hope is a lasting confusion.

So he's trying to quietly head over to the... girl? The tail made her look like the Huldra his granny had told him about, and he sneaked over toward her, grabbing bags of chips off the ground as he went, stuffing them in a sack.

"Pst, miss." He stage whispered, trying to get her attention and hoping that the dragon wouldn't notice them. "Ya might wanna get outta here, they ain't lookin' friendly..."

[notjelly]

Camille has already torn open the bag of horrible chips and is munching them, making pleased sounds since, hey, they really did get the flavor almost perfect! It's not easy with artificial flavors and all, but chip-makers have been doing incredible things lately.

She looks up and blinks as the apparent human approaches. Then she beams at him, and starts to answer, but her mouth is full. She holds up a clawed finger as she swallows.

"Mm, oh, no, don't worry about them. The most you'll get from dragons is some huffing and puffing and complaining about the damp. Big load of duffers, they are! Even big 'uns like these."

[crowboy]

Corbin would really love to know which deity he offended, or if there's a faerie out there fucking with him. There is no way he's going two months meeting girls who can't tell when there are angry monsters around that want to eat them. He's not even counting Tina, that girl was just fucking bonkers.

So he sighs, and yes it's long suffering, but he's trying to help here and Camille is being difficult. "Look, I ain't sure what dragons is like where you're from, but I ain't seen the door bring in nothin' like this that ain't tryin' to eat someone."

It's probably a good thing for him that right then one of the dragons, a huge purple one, roars and breaths out what looks like a beam of lightning, narrowly missing a person and hitting the side of the Colosseum that's luckily already rubble. Corbin crouches down, covering his head to deflect any stray rocks.

"D'ya b'lieve me now, miss? They don't haveta be mean fer you t' end up dead." The blast had knocked several strands of long, red hair out of his ponytail, but he wasn't worried about it just now.

[notjelly]

He's trying to help, she knows, but it's not like she can't take care of herself. She waves a hand at him.

"Psssshhhhhhhhhhh, most I've ever seen a dragon do is yell at someone for not brewing tea correctly! Which, let's face it, I'm a fairly chill so-and-so, but even I would get upset if someone--"

And then abruptly, the purple dragon decides it's time to say "fuck you" to the general populace and Camille ducks at the thunderous sound of light hitting a wall. She almost drops her bag of chips.

She blinks, suddenly acquiring quite a few more eyes.

"...Alright, yep! I believe you. Different sort of dragons! Right, right, different world, different rules, gods and all, bloody damn Roots,. So, then? Where's safety around these parts?"

[crowboy]

The eyes make Corbin blink as well okay, probably not a Huldra goes through his mind for a moment, but he has other, more important things to think about, and really all the extra eyes aren't that important right now.

"This way" he's trying to keep as quiet as he can, trying not to draw the dragon's attention as he heads for one of the many exits that lead into the rest of the colloseum and then out. Not that he's sure if they're going to be safe in his tower, those dragons had wings, they could probably fly, and his tower was feeling a bit vulnerable now that he thought about it.

"You'll haveta tell me 'bout th' sorta dragons yer used t' once we get outta here, miss." He much prefers her dragons over these.

streets

[beautyis]

With the dragons less centered around the colosseum, Papyrus' talents may be needed... elsewhere. He's more of a mind that they shouldn't be harmed just because they're large and not dealing with their new location well, but that doesn't mean people don't need to be kept safe from them. Especially people that have no means of defending themselves!

Of course, Camille wouldn't be one of those people. But Papyrus needs to check just to be sure, not recognizing her due to the whole she-looks-completely-different thing. In fact, he immediately assumes she is a cat monster, and so is all the more interested to approach her. There aren't a lot of monsters here. Well, not real monsters, anyway.

"Fear not, new citizen!" he calls out to her. "The great Papyrus is here! And I am prepared to assist you in any way you need, up to and including dragon avoidance!"

His voice, though... It kind of carries. His announcement is promptly met with a distant roar.

"Um, yes. Precisely what I am talking about! Perhaps we should start with that one!"

[notjelly]

She's wandering along, munching chips and frowning vaguely to herself as she thinks over her new situation and what to actually do about it. Her ears prick up when she hears a familiar voice and she grins a cat grin when she sees who it is.

"Ah, Papyrus! The Great and Amazing Papyrus! The Bone Friend! Hello, hello! Do you remember me? It's Camille!"

She shifts into a more human form, though she keeps the cat eyes and paws, still beaming at him.

"I dreamed about you! Which is very weird, but! I am glad to find that you're real, and still here!"

But, yes, dragons. That roar sounded closer than she would like.

"But, hmmmm, yes, maybe we should move in...another direction!"

[beautyis]

Papyrus jumps in surprise when she shifts, but that coupled with the name means it takes only a few seconds for him to put the identity of this non-stranger together. Of course, there is no way he could forget a person like her! Even if his memory of her was solely within a strange dream.

"Camille! Of course I remember you! I simply did not recognize you because you looked so different! But, naturally, you look different all the time! Perhaps that should have been enough to jog my memory! Person who looks like no one I've seen before, yes... Must be Camille!!! Nyeh heh heh!" He regathers his composure and stands more proudly, effectively distracted from the nearby dragon.

He is quickly reminded when the dragon knocks over a pile of rubble down the road from them with a loud crash.

"Right! Yes! Avoidance! Very important!" he announces, taking off in the opposite direction of the extra-destroyed rubble in the hopes she'll follow.

[notjelly]

She laughs brightly. "I do look different all the time, it's true! Though I do have some favored shapes, sorta like slipping on a comfortable coat! This human shape, for one."

But, yes, there are rude dragons around, and Papyrus is a guard of some sort if Camille remembers correctly. She jogs after him, trusting he'll know at least one safe place to hunker down for a bit. She has to give herself longer legs to keep up with him.

"Soooo, this just sort of happens around here, does it? That old whatsit, the door? Just opens and along with all us newcomers, some kind of mayhem spills out as well?"

[beautyis]

"Then I will definitely remember the human shape! It is a pretty good shape to have for your favorite." Any 'flirting' with this comment is purely accidental on Papyrus' part, most assuredly.

He decides to lead Camille to a store, with the idea in mind that she may be hungry or something. And everyone likes stores, especially when you don't have to buy anything! Though the first few times Papyrus had to leave a few G at the counter just out of guilt before he could get used to just taking what he needed.

"Yes, well, no, not really, nothing like this. Normally there are a few not-monsters! Er, by which I mean, creatures that are hungry and likely to attack people. Some people call them monsters. Which is pretty inaccurate. But either way! I think everyone is surprised this time around. There shouldn't normally be something so big coming through the door? Should there?? I don't? Know? It's very strange, I think!"

He leads Camille down the street as he talks, and ducks into a store, holding the door open for her.

wildcard kinda. [bar?]

[circumitus]

While dragons aren't native at all to Rey's world, she isn't ignorant to the myth. Hell, the one she ran into even breathed fire in its attempt to try and cook her into its next meal.

Fortunately, what it didn't realize was that Rey herself couldn't be burned.

Unfortunately, that just introduced a whole new problem.

Although it did get away, the red beast didn't do so without a few scrapes from one of Rey's kukris, which is now left bloodied and discarded on one of the tables of the establishment. The blade has dulled.

Sitting on the bartop is Rey herself, her clothes somewhat scorched but her skin devoid of any burns. Instead, she's sporting a nasty gash in her arm, which she tends to by pouring some alcohol over the bleeding wound. It sizzles. She winces, but any semblance of pain remains obscured upon her expression.

Rey doesn't turn to look if anyone comes inside, more focused on patching herself up.

"Will get out of your hair soon. Just need to finish this."

[notjelly]

Camille doesn't tend to frequent bars, though she's been known to drink on occasion. She's here for the temporary shelter, mostly, and maybe a nap. And maybe also bar peanuts. Only there are no bar peanuts. This world sucks!!

She's mostly human, seated at a table with her head resting on folded arms, though she's also sporting feathers here and there. She's looking a little dour, mostly because she got pinned down here when the black dragon came by instead of across the street at what appears to have once been a doughnut shop.

There's barely any food here. As Rey speaks, Camille waves her hand vaguely, then reaches over and grabs a plate off the table. She literally takes a giant bite from the plate, teeth cracking the porcelain.

"No rush, hon, no rush at all. Not like this is my place! Though, you do look like you could use a doctor or somesuch."

She takes another bite from the plate.

[circumitus]

Rey has seen people with some pretty unusual habits, but eating glass is a new one. At least in light of their present situation.

Brow raised, she casts a glance to Camille. She picks up some gauze she'd set aside.

"Not too fond of doctors or hospitals."

It had only been a few months ago that Rey had ever stepped foot in the local clinic for the first time. Usually she tends to her own injuries, or her body would take care of it for her. It isn't like she has to worry about most damage lasting, so long as she's given herself time to recover.

She nods her head at the plate Camille is currently munching on. "You can find food at the stores, you know. Provided that something doesn't eat you first."

Fucking dragons.

[notjelly]

"Mm, fair nuff, fair nuff. I'm about the same way, though to be quite fair, my species doesn't really injure the same as most."

She munches her ceramic in quiet contemplation, staring at a wall. She blinks and looks up when Rey mentions food.

"Oh, no, yes, I know, I've had plenty already, actually! Just got myself stuck here when the purple one decided to light up a whole block! This is just me stress eating, really. Pay me no mind!"