INTRO LOG: A TAXING JOURNEY

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Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for December. Watch your step!
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: December 10th-17th
Warnings: Taxxon-related violence, teeth shoes, general unpleasantness, mass confusion.

You wake up in the dust of the colosseum with no shoes on, regardless of the state of your feet when you arrived. There's dust covering your clothing and in your hair, but other than that, there's no signs of injury or bruising. You're also not alone- nearby, there are others, either still passed out or just waking up like you are. Feel free to take solace in that fact. Or don't- some of you aren't human, and are clearly not great people either. No offense.

To your left, there is a door in the wall of the arena, supposedly leading to the halls which will then show you to your freedom. To your right, and scattered haphazardly on the ground, are a myriad of teeth shoes. These shoes might be better than going barefoot right now, but good luck finding a matching set, let alone one that fits you.

When you do eventually try to escape, be careful. The halls are crawling with Taxxons. Large and grotesque, these caterpillar-like creatures have circular mouths and multiple rows of sharp teeth. Their sense of smell is impeccable, and they will stop at nothing to feed when they scent blood. So, you know, try to avoid stepping on anything sharp on your way out.

All done with the horrible monsters and awkward greetings? Try your hand at exploring the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies until your little heart is content. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers December 10th-17th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
► Characters may find their own shoes scattered around with the teeth shoes if you like.
► All characters now arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

Comments

you get my first tag after 2 months of hiatus. welp this gon be a mess.

[unmakes]

The jury is no longer out, and in fact, the third time is not the charm. At least in this case - this is the third time Sally's woken up in this shithole coliseum knock-off, and it never fails to be completely and unnecessarily ridiculous.

Like - they took her shoes. Her Harborview shoes, or I guess her Box and then Harborview shoes, they lasted for freaking ever because they're excellent shoes and now they're gone. She's not sure she's ever been this huffy over what basically boiled down to half-wrecked combat Converse, but priorities change after two years in what she's since decided is actual literal purgatory hell.

Meanwhile, since the alternative seems to be the unholy lovechild of a cobbler and dentist's wet dreams, she's opting to get out of this one barefoot. It's stealthier anyway, or something like that - and besides, she's basically got this place committed to memory by now, so it shouldn't take too long to get out of here and find some real footwear.

Sound reasoning, if it weren't for the giant fucking worm that chased her off of the only sure path she knew to get out. That was pretty awesome, except not even a little, and guess what? Now she's lost. Like, she's pretty sure she passed this pile of shoes three different times now, and here it comes again -

But this time, someone's there. Someone she'd recognize even in the dim.

"Holy shit." Eloquent as fuck. On top of that, she realizes a moment belated that she's talking through the stupidest of excited grins. It feels bizarre on her face after this long, but she doesn't waste any time on that fact, instead closing the distance between them - to come to an abrupt stop a couple of yards off, because of a second realization. "Okay, before I get too psyched about this - you're actually Richie, right?" She draws a breath to explain, about how 'no offense, but this place screws with you', but if it's actually him then she won't have to. He's been to a place like this. He knows this shit as well as she does.