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

[casperdisaster]

Seeing as it's difficult to top 'gas station sushi' for bad choices, Noah takes a regret chip and the hand up. He's never been picky about accepting help.

He's about to comment on the chips again when Lea asks about waking up in the mine, then a look crosses Noah's face - a mixture of pity and awkwardness of someone who is very used to explaining bad news to people and just realized they might have to do it again.

"Oh. Uh - you new here, then?"

[promises_to_keep]

The look on Noah's face is troubling, and his words even more so. He gets the feeling this kid has had to give the encroaching explanation more than a couple of times. He gives a slow nod.

"Yeah," he said, frowning. "You're not, I take it?" He puts his hands on the small of his back and arches a little, grimacing. Napping on the hard floor isn't exactly his pastime of choice. "Interesting way to welcome newbies," he says wryly. "I don't have to fight anybody to the death, do I?"

[casperdisaster]

Noah looks around, then shakes his head.

"No. I mean. Not yet. Anymore. Uh, long story? But yes I'm not new," that seems safer to explain than the whole couple weeks where it was in fact a supernaturally compelled battle royale/assassin game. "I've been here for almost a year. I think I heard people talking about a guide for new people on the communicators..."

Noah takes his out so Axel can see what they look like. He's not sure if he got a copy belatedly added, he doesn't exactly need one after all.

"Long story short: we're all stuck here, going home is random and uncontrollable, even by the ones responsible for us being here. So. Yeah. Um. Get comfy."

sorry so late, i was away for most of last week!

[promises_to_keep]

Not yet... anymore. You know, after trying to wrap his head around Xehanort time travel, somehow this makes sense enough.

'Get comfy', the kid says, and Lea hefts a sigh. Well, it wouldn't be the first time he's found himself just sort of dumped into an unpleasant situation he had absolutely no control over, but the no one having any control over things is a bit new.

"So... hold the walkie," he says, scratching his chin. "The folks who brought us here, whoever they are, are incapable of sending us back home?" He shakes his head. "What the heck were they trying to do?"