INTRO LOG: A TAXING JOURNEY

[hadrielmods]

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

[leprotto]

[It's illogical, because this person doesn't sound anything like Hilshire, and Triela knows that. But she can't help it: when she hears this adult male speaking to her, her head whips up, mouth partway open, a lot of hope in her eyes...

But of course it isn't Hilshire.

She hides the phone in her hand behind her back guiltily, like she doesn't want anyone to know she's been trying to use it, but she schools her face into something stern. Vulnerability isn't an option.]

Yes, sir, I'm fine. I'm just looking for... [Triela falters. How to explain Hilshire in a way that makes them sound normal?] ...My brother.

[vendetta]

[ Hope is a dangerous thing. It's something that Kaz himself had leaned on for nine whole years and it led nowhere good in the end. Even so, it's a crutch that almost every person makes use of at one point or another, particularly those who are young.

He watches the hope seep out of this girl's expression and his mouth twists downward in response. Of course he's not who she's looking for. He knows the feeling.

Miller notes that she's hiding something from him. Hopefully not another weapon, but just in case, he keeps a safe amount of distance between them. ]

Your brother. [ Immediately his thoughts go to Chico and Amanda, and the pang of guilt is so familiar now that it hardly slows him down. ] What's his name? What does he look like?

[leprotto]

[Great, this isn't gonna be easy, but it's probably a necessity: if someone can help her locate Hilshire, Triela has to take a chance.] His name's Hilshire... [She blushes suddenly, awkwardly aware of the fact that sisters don't generally call their brothers by their last names.] Um, Victor. He's in his thirties. He's pretty tall, and kind of pale... his hair is short and dark, a little wavy, it hangs around his forehead... [She's gesturing with her hand as she talks.] He's got dark eyes.

[In short, he looks nothing like her. She looks down, and then brings the phone out from behind her back.]

I tried, [and here she clears her throat,] I tried calling him, but, uh...

[vendetta]

[ Judging by both the age and physical description, Miller can make a safe guess that this girl isn't blood related to her brother. Not that he's going to judge about that. Family can develop in the strangest of ways.

When she shows her phone (which thankfully isn't a knife or any other kind of weapon), Miller shifts his weight onto his good leg, removing his hand from his cane for a moment so that he can take his own phone out of his coat pocket. ]

I know. This thing is a little more advanced than what I'm used to, but it definitely isn't registering any phone numbers I've put in. [ He frowns and shakes his head. He'd call it useless, but it looks like it can at least contact other people within Hadriel. That could come in handy. ]

I think you can use it to send messages to everyone else here. You could send out a bulletin, see if anyone's seen him. [ Which is his roundabout way of saying that he hasn't, but he can keep an eye out now. ]