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 would generally be for leaving the dragons alone if they weren't trying to kill everyone. Once something becomes a direct threat to your life, it becomes a potential meal. That's just how it is.

"Go right th...ohohohoho! Oh, that must be a fun surprise! Good way to prank people, probably. Hmm...hm hm hm!"

Magic food. That is something she can't do. There's ways to imbue spells and good luck charms into food, things like that. But that's kitchen magic, specific to mages and certain Folk. Camille just bakes stuff. Amorphs have no real way of externalizing their magic.

"This is a dilemma." She sits back on her haunches. "Hmmmm, must find a way to bake magic into my food, yes..."

[skelebro]

It is, actually. The facial expressions sometimes are priceless. Ordinarily he'd say no big deal, right, no sweat. But she seems pretty concerned about this, as far as shapeshifters go, so he cracks open an eyesocket to survey her for a minute before responding in kind.

"Mostly I been makin' my own stuff. Addin' a little magic, stirring, and poof." He opens a hand and wiggles his phalanges with a wry, completely unenthusiastic approximation of a jazz hand. "Well, maybe not poof but at least not a splat, y'know?"

At this point he decides he won't bother to lever himself up onto the counter, and instead elects to slide on down with his hands shoved in his pockets, stubby legs splayed out ungracefully in front of him, spine braced against the counter for support. Good enough.

[notjelly]

Her borzoi fur suddenly turns orange, the exact color of a traffic cone. She's staring at the floor, frowning vaguely and lost in thought. The obvious solution is to just get her hands on some actual, physical magic and just literally bake it into her food, but where is she going to get physical magic? What would she even use?

"That seems like too much effort!" She shakes her head. "That would be like if I had to form a digestive system every time I wanted to eat something! I imagine your brother is the same way, yes? No, no, this won't do. How would I live it down if I had two whole friends who I couldn't even feed properly? Let alone customers!"

She sighs and watches him slide down the counter. That doesn't look comfortable--not with bones, at least. Though they do say a hard surface is good for one's spine, whatever the hell that means.

"I will need to think about this! I will solve this dilemma, and then--! Skeleton-themed cupcakes to celebrate, is what I'm thinking. Are you going to just sleep here? Would you like a blanket at least?"

[skelebro]

Sans manages a faintly amused chuckle. She is really worked up about this. He could insist that it's fine, really, except she seems downright dismayed over the idea of not, hypothetically, being able to feed two skeletons.

"I'm good," he says easily, settling a little more firmly onto the ground. "I can sleep just about anywhere if I put my mind to it. And, uh, I wouldn't worry about it. Might be dragons got enough magic in their meat to stick for a guy like me."

That Deathclaw soup had proved as much, at least as far as Sans was concerned. And probably for the best too. That could've gone very wrong very quickly, considering the way that chef had sounded pretty content to merrily curse Sans out at every opportunity.

[notjelly]

It's a slight on her honor as a baker! What's the point of making food if you can't actually feed people? Also, it's a challenge, and she does love a good challenge.

"Might be! Might be, we shall have to see once they're all dead and such. In any case, if I aim to sell pastries and baked goods here, I'll have to be thinking about who can eat what and how, and also why! All the usual questions. If I can figure out how to feed a water elemental, I can figure out how to feed a skeleton! It's a matter of pride, you see."

And she's not at all ashamed to admit it.

He says he can sleep anywhere, but still. She trots off further into the store and rummages around a bit, until she finds something that will at least approximate a blanket. It's actually just an empty sack that looks like it might have once held potatoes, or an equivalent.

She deposits it on him unceremoniously and then stands back, shifting her dog form to be more bipedal.

"Well, if you're going to snooze, I might have a wander, see if I can make it to those houses. Alternately, I could stay and stand guard! You do seem like you need the sleep. Would hate to have it interrupted!"

[skelebro]

"A water elemental, huh?" He can't help but wonder, idly, if said elemental resembled Grillby, like a cross-dimensional cousin or...nah, probably not. But it's amusing to think about.

He settles down against the counter, all ready to drop off for good until he gets a...something dropped over his lap. A blanket of some sort. Or, uh, the remains of a burlap sack. Well, whatever. Close enough. He makes a few minute adjustments and just decides, fuck it, good enough.

"Suit yourself," says Sans amiably. "My brother'll probably be along at some point anyway, though. Might wanna lie low until those things ain't chewin' on the windows so much."

[notjelly]

"Lovely chap." She bobs her head in a nod. "You'd think air elementals would be more difficult to feed, but you'd be wrong! An air elemental can just sort of settle over whatever they're eating, or make a tornado. Water elementals, it's harder! Was very tricky, but so worth it! Nothing's better than a satisfied customer, nothing at all."

Its really is a matter of pride. She just honestly doesn't see the point in baking or making food at all if you can't feed anyone who walks through your front door. If they literally, physically can't eat, well, there's no denying nature. But the amount of Folk she has met who have resigned themselves to never being able to eat anything is just depressing.

Everyone deserves to have a good meal.

"I might do, then, might do. At the very least, I'll stick around until you fall asleep! Don't you worry, Bluebird, no dragons will be munching on skeletons while I'm here!"

[skelebro]

"Real stand-up of ya," he says. Stand up, 'cause he's...yeah, she probably gets it, heh.

He wouldn't think dragons would be amenable to tryin' to munch on a thing made of little more than bones, but that had been his general thinkin' with the whole zombie debacle, and that hadn't played out real nice in his favor, had it? Nah, not especially. He considers puttin' up some kinda token resistance, but he remembers her well enough. Not that trust comes real easy to him, but it ain't a question of trust so much as it is one of simple factual acknowledgment.

So he settles for not puttin' up an argument and lets his skull clunk dully against the counter back.

He's always slept easy. Easy as winking.