Intro Log: Eat Your Veggies

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for January
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: January 10th-16th
Warnings: Luscious greenery and confused newbies

As has become tradition within the good (well, okay) city of Hadriel, new arrivals will awake on the floor of the half-destroyed colosseum. Confused and disoriented, you may be wondering where you are and what you're doing there. Don't worry! Someone will probably tell you sooner or later, as long as you get out of the colosseum alive.

Oh, right. About that. Along with the poor, innocent, vulnerable new arrivals are a number of other new friends! Well, maybe less 'friends' than 'horrifying monsters', but are you really going to be picky? Wandering the arena are Shambling Mounds. These creatures are large, unattractive piles of vaguely humanoid-shaped vegetation. They hit hard, they can take a lot of damage, and if you're really unlucky they might manage to engulf you with their weird plant bodies. If that happens, you'd better try to get free fast - otherwise they'll just walk off with you stuck inside and kill you later at their leisure.

The Door appears to have cast a wide net for 'plant monsters', and while Shambling Mounds are the only ones that can actually hurt you, it's managed to pull in a number of smaller, less dangerous carnivorous plants. Some of them are even kind of cute! So if you were looking for a pet venus flytrap or a new pitcher plant, you're in luck. Scattered around the colosseum are carnivorous potted plants, just waiting to find a new home.

Make a new plant friend, or get eaten by one, or run screaming! Whatever you choose to do, once you find your way out of the colosseum there's plenty of other distractions. 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 January 10th-16th.
► 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

[kittycaterer]

[ Noctis nearly jumps at the chance when Regis calls him. He turns his head to his father quick, fingers clutched gently over Lunafreya's shoulder before they eventually let go. He nods. ]

On it.

[ Quickly, he gets on his feet and rushes for the bottled water. He brings it over and kneels down again. Noctis opens it, looking to Luna. ]

Just... Let me know when you're ready for it, okay?

[devotional]

[ Lunafreya focuses on the way Noctis' hand feels on her shoulder, managing a strained smile up at him when he speaks. ] Well... I certainly am doing all I can and... That is all I can ask for, I suppose. Surely this... is nothing... compared to the sights you both have seen during hunts.

[ Lunafreya is not an active combatant, more accustomed to the strain that comes only from communing with gods than to wounds inflicted by a blade. The toll her powers enacted upon her was mostly internal, invisible to those around her. The wound Ardyn had inflicted, however, was far more dire at present; while her body had been steadily weakening by the time she had summoned Leviathan, it would seem that the gods of Hadriel had granted her some small boon in lightening the burden that Eos' gods had placed upon her, leaving her with only her external wounds to contend with.

She truly counts herself as lucky that Noctis and Regis happen to be here with her. Without them, there would be little doubt that she would survive.

While she grows used to the feeling of thread being pulled through her flesh, Lunafreya still feels faint, something in her gut hitching and squirming at the alien feeling. She doesn't notice the minimal trembles of Regis' hand, instead focusing on how deftly he works. ]

Perhaps... Though... this certainly is a step in the right direction... I suppose... There is nothing quite so intimate is stitching up another person. [ Another attempt at humor! Look at that.

Lunafreya watches as Noctis does as he is bade, returning quickly. She wants to reach out to reassure him, to tell him that it's alright, and that he needn't panic... but she feels far too tired for even that much. Instead, she simply nods, turning her head to face him. ] Please... Go ahead.

[kingslight]

[Trying to off shoot the situation with humor is a brilliant idea but eventually Regis goes silent. It's amazing how clean and efficient his work is despite his lack of medical expertise. He stitched up Cid and Clarus a few times in days past with Weskham's aid and under Cor's watchful gaze. Unlike Noctis, the king seen war and actively participated in one for a good somber majority of his life. Regis shielded Noct from such brutalities as well as he could but Niflheim always dared to cross that line.

With a few more pulls upon the thread to secure the stitch, Regis sits back and silently judges his handiwork. He used a simple white thread for this endeavor, one that is meant for medical usage. The thread itself will dissolve in time as Lunafreya heals but it may leave a scar. Regis can't help but frown at that notion since he doesn't want Lunafreya to be reminded of this day.]

The worst of it has ended. [He whispers gently as he reaches for a spare cloth to clean any of the excess fluids off her. There was a little bit of bleeding here and there but the saline stopped most of the heavy bleeding. Salt is always good for wounds like this but it aches terribly.]

Now we keep her warm and rested until the next day.

[Regis takes off the gloves and cleans his hand with some peroxide and water before reaching for a blanket for Luna. He picked out three fluffy fleece blankets earlier from the clinic closet. All three were white and comfortable. Surely someone within the clinic will realize their supplies got raided by him but that's a worry for another day.]

Here we go.

[He wraps up the poor woman within the blanket like he would bundle up Noct in his youth. The skills of a father.]