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hadriel_logs2015-12-10 10:04 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2015-12-10 10:04 am
Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- adam parrish,
- amos kamiya,
- arya stark,
- ashley,
- beyond birthday,
- big boss,
- bob saginowski,
- bruce banner,
- chris,
- dorian pavus,
- jinbee tsukishima,
- johanna mason,
- josh washington,
- kamina,
- kazuhira miller,
- michael j caboose,
- nick rivenna,
- sally malik,
- sarah kerrigan,
- shiki ryougi,
- triela,
- vaiz,
- z delgado
INTRO LOG: A TAXING JOURNEY
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.
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!
michael j caboose | red vs blue
[ Sitting upright, he swings his helmet all around as he tries to figure out exactly where he is. He eventually comes to the conclusion that he has never been in this place but more importantly ... his feet are cold. He looks down to see that he no longer has his shoes -- or armored booties -- and wiggles his toes.
He does get up to walk over to see what shoes are actually present. Because it looks like whoever took his shoes is willing to leave lots and lots of other shoes. He picks them up to turn them over a few times. ] Ah! [ Caboose immediately drops them. ] I'm sorry, sir. I didn't realize that you were down there. I was just looking for some shoes. You have a nice smile and white teeth. Could you tell me how to get my teeth that white?
[ It is about this time that the assault rifle tucked under his arm speaks: ] Captain Caboose, those are shoes.
hello i am lost
[ After talking to a few shoes, he does eventually wander out into what appears to be a city. He doesn't recognize this city, either. ] Hey. Did everyone send me on a mission and not tell me? That must mean that they think that I'm the best. I'm so good that they didn't even send me with information. [ Lightly patting the side of his rifle, he praises Freckles. ]
Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? Who is a good boy that gets to go on a super secret mission that is even a secret to me! You! You are. And now we are outside and uh ... we should ... [ There is a slight buzzing sound before the rifle once more speaks: ] Seek a temporary headquarters before exploring the area more. [ Caboose stares ahead. There is an audible pause from the rifle. ] We should attempt to find a house to rest in.
Yeah, I'm getting kind of sleepy. I guess it's two P-M naptime!
cabooboo lost af
it's the only thing john can think about for more than a moment, staring openly at the guy in the blue...metal...thing. armor? a special suit? he's never seen anything so bulky in any battlefield he's been apart of.
generally, john wouldn't be so into the idea of leaping to someone's assistance, especially after the trying conversation (argument) he just had with miller. but this one? he seems like he needs a helping hand; probably a young marine of some kind who was scared of his mind.]
Hey kid, you doing okay?
HI NEW DAD
Hello. [ A happy chirp back before he starts to look around. ] Yeah ... no. Not really. I was sent on a very special mission on account of the fact my friends trust me the most, but uh, I have seem to forgotten what my mission was. [ He does his best to try to stare up at the sky in what he assumes is a dramatic fashion so that he can make a good impression on the pirate. Because the pirate probably has a bird and that would be just great to introduce to Freckles. So he has to impress him right away! ]
I'm sure it's something very important. Super important. My mission.
oh no
If you came from the coliseum, I'm gonna say your op was put on hold indefinitely. No one sent you. Not on purpose.
[especially if tin-can couldn't even recall said mission. at least, shit, john hopes no one is that cruel.]
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But uh, I can't stay for too long. I'll be missed! Probably! There was a lot of fun things that I was hoping to do. Like one day, I was hoping on going on a field trip. 'Cause who doesn't like visiting fields? They're so green and full of flowers. [ And that's really fun! This ... isn't too fun. ]
But it's all right. I'm not a-scared at all! About being alone. Without anyone. And everyone having a big war to fight. And I can't help. And ... oh no. I might be a little scared.
new friends oh god caboose why
And did his gun just talk? ] ...
[ Most other people might greet him with wit or something nice though Shiki has neither of those things up her sleeve today. Only a deadpan stare. ]
HE HAS A LOT OF FEELINGS HE IS AN EMOTIONAL TIME BOMB
[ He falls to his knees as he holds his rifle close. ] This is how you lose your shoes! You forget to cherish them!
[ The rifle rocks back and forth. ] There, there, Captain.
Lost....
........
[Locus is inside a building, searching for supplies when he hears the commotion. He didn't catch the first part but he quickly rectifies that and draws closer listening to the end of that conversation.]
................
[The blue sim trooper. He's here, which begs the question - are the rest of them here too? Locus stays inside the building, deciding to follow him from afar and see for himself.]
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A house, huh? That's like a base. But with doors! [ Caboose remembers houses! ] Correct, Captain. [ He nods a few times as he continues to look at the various buildings. ] Um, uh, Freckles. Do you know what type of house we should look for?
Yes, Captain. [ A nod. ] Then Vice-Best-Friend Freckles! Please, tell me what house we should go take a nap in until Church and the others find us! [ There is a long pause from the rifle. ] Affirmative. Continue down this road and we should be able to locate a place to regroup.
Oh, good. It's nice to know one of us knows where we are going.
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[ Caboose immediately stops to stare at the roads. ] Is that my right or your my right? [ The rifle goes quiet as it tries to translate the question. ]
I'm glad we're away from the worms. They... they weren't great. I don't think that Simmons would like them, either. I think. Or is it some other thing that crawls on the ground? [ A beat. ] I, I don't know. I should ask him. [ Another moment of silence. ]
Freckles, you'd be able to find them if you looked, right? [ He lifts the rifle up toward the area. ] Could you look for them? [ Another moment of silence. ] I shall make a thermal sweep. [ The AI sounds almost sounds sad at how confused Caboose is. There is a brief pause as it starts its thermal scan. ]
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[ As he is all alone without a plan and without Agent Washington or Carolina, he immediately pulls the rifle up. ] No, no, bad Freckles. Please, don't shoot the bad and scary man.
[ The rifle cools in his hands as he lowers it. Pulling one hand free, he waves. ] Hello. Have you seen my friends? Or have you kidnapped them? Could you kidnap me, too? I am just feeling... I don't know what to do now... Freckles wants me to go to a house I don't know and take a nap. And I think that'd be all right, but then I don't know which right is the right-right.
[ Long pause. ] Oh. Wait. We're at war. Yeah, I guess so. [ But how to be in a war? He takes a second before attempting his best Sarge voice. ] So, uh, tell me where they are, dirtbag! Or else! Arrgh. I'm not a pirate.
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I have no reason to fight you.
[Not anymore, and to emphasize his point, he lowers his gun.]
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[ He didn't realize winning wars was that easy! His smile is obvious beneath his helmet as he jogs over to close the distance between them. ] It's nice that we're not at war anymore. That means that you can help me find my friends! I can't talk to them on the radio. Usually, it's because they turn it off 'cause they don't like me yelling things at them, but they're always encouraging yells.
[ A long moment of silence. ] Yup.
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........
[Encouraging yells... Right. He's not even going to comment on that.]
You're alone.
[A statement.]
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[ Because if they're not at war and Locus isn't shooting at him that means that they're friends! ]
I'm the least alone that I've ever been!
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[A pause as his helmet shifts to regard him more closely.]
You don't consider me your enemy?
[After everything he's done?]
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[ What a funny question. ] Captain. [ Freckles sounds worried and he looks at his gun in confusion. ]
I mean, no. You don't want to shoot me and we're not going to be fighting each other anymore. It's just like with the Reds and Agent Washington! It's almost like that! Kind of! It's ... it's close enough... we can it's an analogy. Metaphor.