hadriel_logs | 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.

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[that tin can was talking to their rifle.

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?

[ He perks up a little at the voice, turning away from his rifle. A pirate! His eyes widen beneath his helmet as he happily bounces on the heels of his very odd shoes. Caboose looks down at the pirate's leg before frowning -- he can't quite tell which one is the wooden one, but as he remembers from Sargent, people don't like him guessing. ]

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.

[yep definitely lost and completely out of his depth. when the tin-can looks up, john follows, wondering if he sees something the eye-patched soldier can't. tin-can doesn't remark on it, if he does, so john just doesn't ask.]

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.]

Oh, uh... I was afraid of that, too, but ... it was only a little bit of afraid. Right, Freckles? [ He lightly shakes his rifle to have it agree with him, but the AI decides to stay quiet for now. Caboose pets the top of its head. Yes, everyone is not sure what is going on. ]

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.

INTRO LOG: A TAXING JOURNEY

cabooboo lost af

HI NEW DAD

oh no

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