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!

Comments

[skelebro]

I'm a pretty observant guy.

[He ambles closer in a nonchalant way that suggests more of an aimless wander rather than an unerring line being made for the guy who's, uh, clearly not havin' the best time of it right now. Real pity Sans ain't any good at healing magic.

He was never much good at mending things.

The next moment, he's half-kneeling with one arm draped lazily across one patella, skull to one side.]

Guessin' you ran afoul of one of our new roommates?

[skelebro]

[It's a lotta work to maintain a façade that people already know is a farce, and pretty pointless work at that. Least, for the most part. He's still got his grin, and that don't ever really fade away. Yeah, that's voluntary. Not as rigid as you might think. Bone can be mighty pliable, didn't you know.]

Lookin' for some friends of mine.

[His tone is as easy as if he was talkin' about the weather, or something equally meaningless.]

You should probably get yourself to the clinic, buddo. Kate 'n the others might be able to take care of you there.

[skelebro]

[Welp.

Sans don't need to be all that well-used to readin' emotional nuances to note what that little display means. He knew her. He knew her, and she's gone. And he'd say, uh, suck it up buttercup, except - he's kinda been there, as of late. Between the way she'd shuddered and faded out on the floor of the shop and - yeah. Yeah.

He gets it a little too well.

There's a lot he could say in response to that.]

Welp, [says Sans.] The, uh, "others" will just have to take care of ya instead.

[skelebro]

[Not for nothing, but he thinks maybe he's got a real good idea regardin' what might be goin' through Shadow's mind. Mostly 'cause, uh, yeah, he's got a real good eye for defeat. He recognizes the trajectory of these things.

He's existed in that space for long enough.]

Or you could just sit there. [He shuffles upright with the neat brace of a palm across his knee.] You know, whichever.

[skelebro]

Yep. I could do that too.

[He stands, hands tucked in his pockets, skull to one side. Somehow, he's thinkin' there's not a damn thing he can do to convince the hedgehog to take a hike in the clinic's direction. Pretending to care is tough enough on a lazybones like him - tryin' to push through that asymptote and break through to the real deal is a whole 'nother set of steps he don't have in him.

Fortunately, Occam's Razor gets him a real nice and neat solution he don't have to think too hard on, which is real nice.

So he simply shrugs.]

Welp. See ya.