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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-12-10 09:54 am

Intro Log: I'll Cry If I Want To

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for December
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: December 10th-14th
Warnings: Angry crying ladies and a bunch of newbies


Good morning, new Hadrielites! What a joy it is to awaken on the hard ground of the colosseum, with absolutely no idea where you are or what's going on. As you wake up, confused and possibly a little terrified, you may be angry. You may be frightened. You may be hungry, if you didn't eat a good lunch. You may want to cry.

And it looks like you're not the only one who wants to cry. Along with the newcomers, a number of Witches have come to Hadriel. They stand in one place or wander, crying bitterly, as if their boyfriend has broken up with them or they've lost their puppy. Maybe you're a good person who wants to see if they're okay? Well, you might want to rethink that. Disturb a Witch - which is pretty easy to do - and they'll fly into a rage, attacking you with their sharp claws and tearing your guts out. Good luck trying to get out of the colosseum without running into one!

Don't worry, though. Scattered around is also some stuff that's a little more fun! The Door's theme this month seems to be 'stuff stressed-out executives would put on their desks', and since we've got so many of those, surely you can find a toy or two to play with!

If you've managed to avoid getting clawed to bits and maybe found a cool new distraction or two, congrats! That's the first step to becoming a productive member of Hadriel society! Now, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, a new monster, a project to help with, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers December 10th-14th.
► 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!
beautyis: (im texas forever like bun b)

[personal profile] beautyis 2016-12-20 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Papyrus blinks carefully, slowly. His jaw pulls into a weak grin.]

Oh, that's great! 'Cause, you know, it hurts a lot actually. It's okay, but it hurts a lot. Did you know that? You probably knew that.

[A hand rises to press against the deep slashes across his torso, but it hurts to the touch and he jerks it away much faster.]

Ouch. Don't worry, brother. It's going to be fine.

[He doesn't realize he's just echoing Sans' words back to him. But either way, Sans needs to hear it more than Papyrus does now.]
skelebro: (i've been waiting by your grave)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-12-20 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
[It hurts a lot actually.

It's okay, but it hurts a lot.


He's delirious, or somethin' near enough to it. Sans puts a bony hand to one of the gashes, like that'll be enough to hold him together.]


Yeah. Yeah. It's gonna be fine.

[C'mon, kid. Hurry back.

Please.]
save_theworld: (Have heart)

[personal profile] save_theworld 2016-12-20 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[If you were in that much of a rush you could've offered them a shortcut, just sayin'.

As is, Frisk does their best. Running isn't usually their thing; when you're covering the same distance, over and over again, and the most amount of rest you're going to get is a few hours nap at the very start... a power walk is fine. That won't do, right now.

Ten minutes is an excruciatingly long amount of time, but inevitably, the sound of footsteps approaching does come, right before Frisk rounds the corner with small, plastic Tupperware under one arm, one that's thrust in Sans' direction as Frisk skids to a halt and doubles over, panting.

It's yours now.]
skelebro: (i'm goddamn tired)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-12-20 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Time's a funny thing. It's a funny thing, and he's a patient guy most days, but this ain't your average day as he kneels there at his brother's side, like it'll make it any easier if he can keep him from goin' to pieces. It feels like time's stretched to the point of breaking before they return, but return they do. And there's the guilt, slack and heavy and laid flat across the length of his ribcage, when he accepts the container, goin' back on his word yet again - but when's that been a new development for him, huh?]

Thanks, kid.

[The words are a quiet murmur, barely audible. But the look in his eyesockets is sincere.

He opens the Tupperware with the click of separating plastic edges, holding the pie out to Papyrus carefully, almost beseechingly.]


'S monster food. It'll heal ya right up, bro. You just gotta eat it.