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

[notjelly]

Camille will eat pretty much anything, with some random exceptions. She licks her fingers.

"Framed, eh? Hu hu!" She chuckles at that, watching as whoever just went flying picks themselves back up. "I see, I see! Just came by to watch the show, then?"

She's not too sure how it works, but maybe there's some kind of...announcement or signal before newcomers arrive? She's looked over the "hey you're new to the city here's what to know!" app and has already dismissed the parts she doesn't care about.

"They're certainly more interesting than the ones I have at home! Noisier, too. Do you have dragons where you're from? In your, ah...not sure what the proper term would be. World? Tree? Dimension?"

[save_theworld]

"I came to help." How they thought they could help is beyond even then, but Frisk assumes it's the thought that counts. Probably. At the very least, there seems to be a consistency to the way things work around here; and trust their partner to take note of that. Which is great, because who wants to miss out on motherduckin dragons?

"There was a dragon, I think. They weren't like those dragons." Standing at the elevator, chatting on the phone. There's microwave dinners in my treasure hoard... "They weren't this big, and they had a phone."

Back in their...world. Tree. Dimension. Timeline? They're ten, Camille, that one's on you.

"What are they like in your- um, world?"

[notjelly]

"Well isn't that nice of you!" Whether she believes this child could actually help is irrelevant, honestly. She's met kids about this size with truly insane abilities, though of course they tend to be Folk. Maybe this kid can summon lightning or something. Either way, it's nice of them to want to help.

Smaller dragons with phones. The thought makes her laugh a bit. Dragons back home are about the size of the ones currently trying to make mincemeat of the people in the arena. It would have to be a very big phone.

"Oh, they're a load of duffers, they are! Librarians, philosophers, astronomers, scientists. All that headspin type stuff, all about thinking and reading. Sharing knowledge, but only if you're lucky. They mostly stay in mountain towns, somehow managing to not bore themselves to death!"

[save_theworld]

They can't tell if she's being serious or not. She's very- enthusiastic, they think, which isn't so much bad as it is new, in it's own way. She talks more like Chara than Papyrus, and therein lies the confusion. How honest is she, and how much is just subtle condescension?

...Well. It doesn't really matter.

"They sound nice." Nicer than fire-breathing, going to eat you kinds of dragons. Frisk points over to the distance, where a rather lovely black dragon can be seen...doing her thing. Yeah. "Don't ask them if their claws are natural. They don't like it."

[notjelly]

She's being absolutely serious. Though she is nightmarishly good at sickly-sweet passive-aggression when she wants to be. Also just regular, ordinary aggression.

"They are, I suppose. Nicer than these brutes, at least. Just a bit dull to talk to." She laughs a little. "You asked if their claws were natural? Where would a dragon go to get a mani-pedi, after all? The important questions!"

[save_theworld]

"A dragon salon?" They guess? Not that they've ever seen one, but- how big would the nail files have to be? "A very big dragon salon."

[notjelly]

Camille spreads her hand-paws. "Imagine the nail clippers! The gigantic jars of polish! The overpowering scent of acetone! Mere mortals such as us would never survive such a place. Even I'm not a fan of acetone. Too close to alcohol, really. Bleah! Well, not that you'd know, or at least, one would hope someone as young as you wouldn't know."

For all she knows, children just chug straight whiskey wherever this kid is from.

"By the by, did I get your name and I've just gone and forgotten already, or?"

[save_theworld]

They have no idea what acetone is. But they nod anyway; politely, as one should do. Frisk trusts that the implications are as horrible as they seem. "I think the black dragon needs hot pink. And the blue one... dark green!"

This, of course, coming from timelines of being an iconic fashionista. No one pulls off dusty tutus quite like they do.

"Oh, uh- I'm Frisk!" And in an articulate fumble of common courtesy- "You?"

[notjelly]

"Ooh! You're right. You have a good eye for color!"

It's important to accessorize after all, and that requires a good eye for what sorts of colors go together. Can't be going around in blue and a slightly different shade of blue, after all.

"Frisk! I like that name! I'm Camille, it's very nice to meet you!" She tilts her head back and forth for a moment, studying Frisk. "Hmmm, and, what pronouns would you prefer, by the by? One can never assume! 'Trust not your eyes,' they always say back home."

Though that's more to do with the fact that the average Folk can look like something they're not, even the ones who aren't technically shapeshifters. The phrase has taken on more meanings lately. Humans can be funny about such things.

[save_theworld]

Camille likes their name.

They actually look surprised, at that, ducking their head down in a moment of abashed flattery as- oh gosh.

She's meeting all of their standards.

"They." Is the shy response, and not even the call of dragons in the distance is going to stop them from tucking a strand of hair behind their ear as they do what they were born to do, dashing and debonair. "Is your pronoun 'pretty'? Because it should be."

[notjelly]

She can't help giggling, pressing a hand to her mouth. She loves precocious kids like this. A little shy and soft spoken, but still a little menace if you put them at ease enough. The best sort of kids. A billion times better than the ones who come in with their parents and just start screaming about nothing.

"Uhuhuhu, well aren't you smooth! Just 'she' and suchall for me, but you know, 'pretty' should be a pronoun! That's a good one, I like it! Pretty said, pretty did, that's good, it is! Ah, and if that's the case, maybe your pronoun should be 'cute'!"

[save_theworld]

What, you mean there's still dragons about? Because Camille has completely stolen their attention, the upward turn of their lips simply growing the more she speaks. She is very nice. Very pretty, and very nice.

Apparently, that's all you need to win over a child.

"I cute be whatever you want me to be."

[notjelly]

Who needs dragons when there's a cute kid around? They're smiling more now, which makes her realize the kid wasn't smiling much before. It reminds her of her stint as a babysitter, trying to make little Violin and Tavin smile with some amusing shapes. Violin always ate it up, but Tavin was a harder nut to crack. Getting him to smile felt like a triumph.

Maybe if she'd done better...

She giggles again, putting it aside.

"I don't doubt it!" One of the dragons gives an almighty roar. "Though for now, I think I'd be alright with both of us being a liiiiittle bit further out of danger. What do you think?"

[save_theworld]

Ah, yes. The dragons. It's vaguely possible that should this continue, said dragons would put them off their game. And that just won't do.

It doesn't take long at all for Frisk to come to a decision, holding up a hand and volunteering their services. "I can get you out of here. And you can come have tea at my house."

Like, you know.

A date.

[notjelly]

Dragons are always interrupting perfectly nice engagements, whether they show up to roar and eat you or they just want to tell you about the current movements of the stars and the latest hipster music. Both of which are now things that have actually happened to Camille.

Camille literally lights right up when Frisk says the magic word.

"Tea? You have tea? I have my emergency stash but--! I was worried this place would be uncivilized!"

She grins so wide her face actually splits a little. It's probably unsettling, but she's genuinely happy.

"Yes! Show me the way out! Or, actually! If you don't mind riding around on some kind of weird creature for a little bit, I could probably carry you. You'd just have to point me in the right direction!"