Intro Log: I'll Cry If I Want To

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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!

Comments

[benumbing]

They did. Just like something out of a storybook.

[Jack shakes his head, but a smile appears too. It was pretty impressive in hindsight.]

Maybe we should take a bet on what shows up next.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha's sure in practice that's no better than flying alien monsters, and any sense of whimsy probably vanishes quickly when they're razing buildings and eating people or whatever else dragons do...

At the same time, it still seems a little unreal. Like a fairy tale, and fairy tales are a long way from Natasha's life.]

Is that the kind of bet you really want to win, you? You suggest vampires, and next thing you know... we're neck deep in them.

[benumbing]

I don't think we've seen vampires yet.

[Jack lifts his glass in a toast.]

You might be on to something there.

[outstandingbalance]

[She doesn't have a problem joining his toast, smirking a little.]

That said, if it is vampires, I still win the bet.

[benumbing]

Ah, but what are the terms.

[A corner of his mouth tugs up, mischief in his eyes.]

Maybe we should've decided on that first, so you'd know exactly what it is that you're winning.

[outstandingbalance]

That's the question, isn't it?

[Natasha's brows twitch up, amused and speculative.]

Bragging rights?

[benumbing]

It probably is the most valuable thing here.

[But bragging rights always ranked pretty high with him.]

You have yourself a bet.

[outstandingbalance]

Half of a bet, anyway. I'm curious—what would you guess?

[Considering that he's seen more, Jack probably has a better idea than she does.]

[benumbing]

[Zombies, dragons, demons...maybe he's seen too much. It's almost unnerving how he's gotten used to things like that, and he doesn't doubt that she will too.

Jack takes a deep breath and makes his choice.]

Flesh eating locusts.

[outstandingbalance]

Now that is an especially pleasant mental image.

[Maybe she should have been more creative?]

I'm going to hope for something easier to shoot.

[benumbing]

Make every bullet count, unless you're willing to make a deal with Rage.

[Jack's been stubborn about that, but he's been reconsidering his position lately. Knives and arrows can only do so much damage at times.]

[outstandingbalance]

No, I don't figure it would be easy to come by spare clips here.

[That would be too easy.]

What kind of deals do people make with gods?

[benumbing]

I hear Rage will exchange ammo for bodies on her altar.

[He smiles bitterly.]

Monster or human, I doubt it matters to her.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha sighs. She's going to want more ammo eventually, but...]

Don't think that's the kind of deal I'm ready to make.

[benumbing]

There's always bows and arrows.

[Jack looks amused, sounds amused. Unfortunately it's not a joke.]

I pinned one of those undead to a wooden sign from thirty feet. We should go see if it's still there.

[outstandingbalance]

Oh, Clint would love that.

[There's humor in that, if a little bitter. Bows and arrows, not her first choice. She could do something with them, probably, but medieval weaponry...]

You mean the screaming women?

[benumbing]

Clint? [Jack turns a little more towards her as he repeats the name.] Those are the ones. They must've been the monsters to greet you. Sorry about that, I should've shot two of them.

[outstandingbalance]

A friend. He likes to show off how fancy he can be with weapons no one in their right mind uses anymore.

[She smiles. He does pretty well with it too.]

Don't worry about it. Wouldn't mind knowing how long they stay alive, though.