hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Eat Your Veggies

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.
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Right, humanity is an isolated special snowflake species who is mostly unaware aliens are among them. Kinda forgot about that, after a month cooped up with all sorts of bizarre beings. Should she have seen this overdramatic reaction coming? Perhaps. Is she gonna be annoyed about it anyway? Absolutely.

"Oh for God's sake," she sighs and throws up her hands in exasperation. "If I was going to suck your brain out through your ears, don't you think I would have done so by now?" With magnanimous patience, she explains, "I'm Quill. And if you're that spooked by someone who at least looks like you, you're not going to be popular with the real weirdos around here."

"That's not the worst thing that could happen," Marian says darkly, eyes narrowing. "What do you mean by 'real weirdos'? I've already run into one simpleton babbling on about magic, if that's what you're talking about."

Quill can't help but snort at that. "Yeah, there are a couple of those around. God only knows what superstitious nonsense or genetic mutations they're using to justify that." But that's not what she was talking about. She puts her hands on her hips, maybe a little smug but mostly she just wants to make her point memorable.

"I mean people who don't meet your xenophobic ideas of normalcy, out there, minding their own business for the most part. Meanwhile, the ones who seem as human as I regrettably do have all sorts of fascinating powers. So I suggest you try not to waste your paranoia on appearances."

"'For the most part', huh? Where and when and......," she stumbles a bit at this part, lacking sufficient words (and coherency, when it's brought directly to mind) to exactly describe the situation she'd been in, settling for, "...in my experience, they didn't just 'mind their own business'. So where on that scale do you fall?"

Suspicious still, yes, but it's true that everything so far has been fairly calm once she skipped past the monsters in the colloseum.

This lady sure is rattled. Possibly what's rattling is a few loose screws. But she is intriguing, with her quantum research and her unfortunate alien experiences. Whether or not Quill has the patience to put up with her neurotic behavior for the sake of finding out more about her remains to be seen, though.

"Is there a 'just trying to get through the damn day' part of the scale? Because that's where I am." There's another long-suffering roll of the eyes as she figures she needs to spell it out for this woman. "Look, I have no reason or interest in harming you. I want to go back where I came from, like most people here. And in the meantime, I'm just curious," she shrugs and tilts her head. "So who did you run into, that didn't mind their own business?"

"Something... we weren't meant to meet." She shivers again. It still feels so cold, even here.

"Never... never mind. Wanting to get home. Right. Sure," Marian repeats, as if trying to establish even to herself that is isn't a big deal here, apparently. Aliens. But simply ones somewhere near the same level of existence as humans. "Let me guess. Nobody has made any meaningful progress on that yet. Has anyone even located the 'Door'?"

Well that's ominous. Quill would love to hear more about these obviously terrifying creatures, but there's no point in setting off this woman all over again. She seems to be just slowly coming to grips with the fact that aliens can be regular people. Progress! Maybe now they can have a conversation without Quill having to pat her head and play ambassador every five seconds.

"I've been here for a month and all the progress I've seen is of the 'settling in' variety. It's like most people decided to just... roll over and live here now." Her distaste for the lack of open rebellion is palpable. There is nothing wrong with establishing a functional base and building up your resources, but at some point you're just getting comfortable so you can pretend you're not really being oppressed. "Don't think the Door has been found either. We probably don't have the right technology to detect it, as I'm sure you can guess. You think you can help with that?"

"Yes," comes the immediate answer, as if there was no doubt in her mind. But then there's a pause and a slightly less certain, "...Probably."

While confident in her own abilities, there's the lack of resources and, more importantly, the question of whether or not it's even a good idea. If whatever the 'Door' ends up being, if it can do more than just pull people in and send people back to their homes...

"Alright, well, you better prepare for an extended stay." Quill isn't completely incapable of empathy; she can see the lady is struggling and she's not going to get much more out of her for now. That's fine, they'll have plenty of time to get acquainted.

For a moment, she hesitates, appraising the woman anew and weighing her worth against her obviously prickly personality. But Quill well knows the value of a good scientist in an army, so she offers, "If you need anything, let me know. What's your name?"

"Marian Tenebris. Dr. Marian Tenebris," she amends, more out of habit than anything at this point. And the other woman is Quill, she recalls easily no need to repeat anything. "I'll... keep your offer in mind. Thank you."

Intro Log: Eat Your Veggies

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