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Intro Log: None Hadriel With Left Shark

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for February
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-16th
Warnings: Shark week

Once more, new arrivals will wake up on the ground level of the ruined colosseum. There isn't anything particularly comforting about it, either- everything is a bit cold and impersonal and there is, of course, the fact that nobody remembers just how they managed to wind up here in the first place. That can all be explained in time, though- until then, you've got quite a bit on your plate already.

And why is that? Well, that may be because you're also surrounded by sharks.

Yes, on land.

It doesn't mean that they're totally incapacitated though- you still have your two headed sharks, your giant sharks, and your sharktopus that are more than capable of flopping in your general direction before taking you into a death roll. And don't forget the (far more dangerous) sand sharks, capable of swimming through the ground as if it were water itself. You might want to start to find ~~a life raft~~ high ground soon.

But hey, if you manage to get away from the sharks, feel free to help yourself to one of the odd food shaped blankets. These cozy comforters are perfect for your new bed, but they tend to carry a faint scent of the food they represent, so be sure not to sleep on an empty stomach!

Listen to the Jaws theme, grab a harpoon, and get cozy! On your way to safety, make sure to 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 February 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!

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A. COLOSSEUM

[prompto does the absolute best thing he can do in his situation: try to climb up the rubble on the side of the colosseum the second he realises it's sharks coming at him.]

[it's the closest to high ground he can find, and a part of him extensively believes that this is some empire-level of torture, to throw him into the fray of deadly shark-monsters after holding him captive for hours? days? --he can't tell anymore. all prompto knows is that he's hurting, exhausted, and dazed for the most part.]

[but his moment of respite atop the rubble doesn't last for long. out of nowhere, a sharktopus is climbing the opposite end, heading straight for him, jaws open and teeth ready to cut his flesh open.]

Wuoh--hey! That's unfai--aahhh--!

[an attempt to get up on his feet and move out the way has his slipping on some misplaced bricks and stone, and although he's making a quick escape from the sharktopus' bite, he's rolling back down onto the grounds of the colosseum, a mess of limbs and pained groans, easy prey for all other sharks abound.]

You've--got to be kidding me...

[prompto does a fair effort of getting up on his feet and out of the way, grumbling annoyingly (and also yelping hilariously, now and then), but he doesn't seem battle ready, at all]

B. THE STREETS / WHEREVER YOU WANT HIM / TEXT

[there's a blond, scrawny kid that doesn't look too good. he actually leans against the wall of one of the nearby buildings and tries to catch his breath by resting on his knees for a bit. looking a bit closer, he tries to clean up the blood from injuries to his brow and nose.]

[clearly, he's seen better days.]

[and while the entire situation has him feeling confused as to why and how he got here (despite the very helpful guide on the phone he's found on himself), prompto is sensible enough to try and reach out to others.]

hello my name's prompto argentum
i'm looking for
has anyone seen noctis??
i think i 'm lost

Edited 2017-02-10 23:58 (UTC)

Gladio!

[there's no way he could forget the commanding voice of their strongest. it brings comfort to prompto in this very surreal, very scary, very dangerous situation. although helpless as he feels, prompto manages to duck out of the way of the incoming slash and/or sharknado, only to half-crawl, half-run towards the crownsguard.]

[gladiolus is free to what the fuck at prompto for looking so heavily hurt, when this is literally their day-to-day back home. supposedly.]

Gladio! I've never heard of sharks on land before?!

[yep, he's basically hiding behind the other, back to back, trying to keep an eye out for any incoming sharks while also trying to keep pace with the other.]

Lee's brow furrows and the corner of his mouth quirks in disbelief. The man is smiling? Given the circumstances it almost makes him want to laugh at the absurdity but the sentiment starts ebbing away as soon as it comes.

The man is smiling.

He swallows a bit uncomfortably then. He's in the presence of a man who can, in a matter of moments, wake up in an alternate reality, be challenged by a beast that should by all laws of nature be underwater,severely injure it, and all with poise.

In his mind, Lee is marking this person with a large red question mark.

"I'm not sure this is a first time experience I would have liked to have," He offers, sounding a bit flustered as he casts his gaze around once more. A few fins can be seen sliding through the sand a few paces away. They are circling.

[ Nagato had barely managed to get out of the way of the sharks a few minutes ago, shakily climbing up the collapsed stairs. Thankfully for his physical integrity, the sharks had found a more interesting prey, it seemed. One that moved and screamed dammit this was a man! ]

[ It took the ninja the last of his reserves of chakra to manage to catch the boy with his Banshō Ten'in and yanking him toward his position with a gravitationnal pull, poor Prompto landing in a heap near Nagato's feet. ]

Are you alright? I suggest you evacuate, the octopus one won't been slowed down much by the stairs!

Edited 2017-02-11 00:12 (UTC)

a. sharks, sharks everywhere

[The dress she wears is certainly more practical for life in the French court than for fighting sharks but that doesn't deter her. Her heels dug into the sand, making moving around quickly difficult but she picked up the nearest weapon that could be used to smash a shark with.

She wasn't a fighter, a queen of France never went around fighting her own battles but instead had guards to do it for her. But when she saw someone wrestling with a shark, she knew she couldn't go the other way. She brought the weapon she held around as hard as she could to try to knock the shark away with every bit of determination she had.

The shark seemed to be stunned which gave her a moment to turn around.]

Are you alright?

b. around the city

[It's taken her a few days to learn her way around but Anne likes to think she's done alright for herself. This is the first time she's ever been entirely by herself without even servants or her ladies watching her every movement. It meant that she had to learn how to cook and arrange her small apartment but she could do what she wanted without someone else's input.

She could sleep in the middle of the bed in peace without having to deal with Louis. A part of her did feel guilty that she relieved to be without her husband but the guilt faded as she looked around her simple little apartment that was entirely hers.

But there were practical matters she had to consider so today she was exploring the city to gather supplies. The clothing in the shop was confusing and she held up a pair of pants, puzzled. She knew that this would be an adjustment but she apparently had a lot to learn.]

c. girls night out (closed to Maketh Tua

[Maketh had mentioned that Anne should come by the guard station once she got settled and Anne was more than happy to take her up on the offer.

This would be the first time she had a friend of her own since her ladies from Spain had left her alone in France. Perhaps she was being dishonest by not telling Maketh who she was but she wanted to be just Anne for once. She finally could put aside the fact that she was royalty, something she had never been able to do..]

Maketh? [She knocked on the door politely before opening the door with a smile.] I hope I am not late.

[ Likewise, there's no way Gladio could ever forget Prompto's... memorable voice. Gladio doesn't hesitate to place himself between Prompto and the incoming "flying" shark as he slices it in a wide arc.

There's more incoming, but the break does give him a chance to look Prompto over. ]

What the hell happened to you? [ Did he seriously get that beat up? By sharks? Gladio pulls up his shield, tossing it Prompto if he's just gonna watch his back. ]

Here. Looks like you better get used to it, at least until we find a way outta here.

Yukari just so happened to be strolling nearby when Amos ran by him, shortly pursued thereafter by what appeared to be a mix of something between an octopus and a shark. Okay, so it's interesting. But nothing he's fazed by. Still, he supposes he'll lend the kid a hand here.

Calmly, easily, he unsheathes his sword with a twirl and dashes toward the monster. He charges his sword with electricity for good measure and swings it at the beast, cleanly cutting it in two. He stands there, posed like a fencer for a moment.

"You know, it might be a good idea to carry a weapon with you in such a place," he says nonchalantly, giving Amos a smirk as he turns toward him. He doesn't really care about the kid's safety. Yukari just so happened to be looking for something to do when Amos and his monster came along. It was perfect timing.

Amos heard the cry and came investigating. He blinked at the dead shark by Nagato for a moment before crouching down and offering a hand out. A short Asian man in desert camo fatigues and a tactical vest, he wire a tired but friendly smile. The gun at his side probably didn't look like anything Nagato had seen before.

"Hey. Need a little help? You're not hurt, are ya?"

Amos spoke with a New Orleans accent, a bit snappier than a typical Southern drawl.

Hannibal had given him a small smile to put the man at ease, to be reassuring in this moment of uncertainty. The way the man responded to the smile was not as Hannibal expected. But it made sense, he supposed, considering the strangeness of the situation. Some people were not easily reassured.

"We rarely can choose our first experiences," Hannibal noted, turning his head to follow the man's gaze, seeing the fins. He turned it to the other side and saw more.

That could be a problem.

He looked back at the man and took a small step closer.

"Their eyes and their gills are the most vulnerable. Do you have a weapon?"

Amos is headed for Hope's temple, walking with a slight limp. His combat boot is keeping his sprained ankle steady but after all the running he just did, it hurts. He's going to the temple because it has occured to him that he might be bringing along the zombie-plague from back home with him....simehow. He's pretty sure he never got sick but he wants to be certain, before he infects the rest of the murdercave.

Spotting a man with a confused look, however, he pauses and pulls up a friendly - if tired - smile. "Hi. Are you new?"

He's been here before, after all. "I can give you some directions, if you like."

A short Asian man in desert camo fatigues and a tactical vest, Amos isn't very impressive. Though the black eye and bruise on his cheek is: all healing shades of green and nlue. The AK-47 rifle he's carrying is tucked against his side by the carry strap.

[Chara was about to pass over this when they realize that yes, they had met someone who looked like that.]

I believe I have met someone matching that description. I did not get his name, however. But if I see him again, I will pass along your message.

[If they can, anyways. Gladio's probably made a few guesses things can get kind of hectic here.]

In his distraction, Rosen hears the voice before he notices someone approaching. His eyes shift first, seeking out the owner of the voice before his head follows slowly after.

The man looks young. The combination of youth and weaponry is unnervingly familiar to him.

He's quiet a moment as he considers how to respond. Directions? Well, he is lost. But he's lost in a place where he doesn't really comprehend how to get himself found.

"To be honest," he starts slowly before sitting up a bit straighter, "I wouldn't even know where I should be directed to."

Greetings Prompto. I am Chara. I cannot say I know the person you are asking about, but I will try to answer any other questions you may have.

[May as well be an FAQ for someone while making sure they're hidden from the sharks.]

[ Wouldn't be much of a bodyguard if he started proclaiming that his precious charge was MIA ]

Thanks. Figured he'd be around.

How long ago did you see him? Did he say anything else?

"No. I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't," he offers an apologetic look. Its not like the psychiatric ward had let him keep anything useful on his person.

His eyes dart between Hannibal and the sharks.

"Any suggestions for hand to shark combat?" His attempt to cover his nervousness is betrayed by the way his voice grows tight.

I saw him a month ago, but we did not have much time to talk. Like what is going on currently, he was fighting vegetables. Hence why I did not get his name.

[Chara's not joking.]

There sure is somebody here. Just, uh, maybe not the sorta somebody you'd expect to find here. He's been goin' through the medical equipment for...various reasons. Various reasons that may or may not be associated with kids who're a bit too bent on skinning their knees and just in general doin' a real number on their HP whenever possible. Such as gettin' buildings dropped on top of 'em. It's been known to happen.

He knows most of the people who work 'round the clinic, he's pretty sure - or he figured he did. Knows most of the people in the city, point of fact. His internal clock's all turned about, and when he hears the pipin' up of a voice he don't recognize, he's gotta double-check the date in his head here and remember if - right, yeah, it's 'round about the time that newbies come filtering in, regular as clockwork.

The skeleton pokes his skull into view with a grin, anticipating full well the screams and/or thrown objects that usually follow a maneuver like that.

"'Sup?"

Well, the relief that passes Kate's face is hard to miss. They've lost too many people recently, and the word doctor opens up a whole realm of new possibilities. Without hesitation, Kate grabs a piece of paper and a pen, ready to note down what she needs to know.

"Doctor... as in with powers or human?" Because the difference can matter, in terms of what a person can do, or what a patient will trust.

Vegetables, huh? Must've been a nightmare for him.

[ That actually makes him chuckle. I mean, being attacked by vegetables can't be worse than being attacked by sharks, can it?? ]

There's no way he's been here a month, though. I just saw him yesterday. You sure we're talking about the same guy?

Here's hoping the selective strangeness of the world he's ended up in has desensitized him enough to not take too much horror at the skeleton that comes ambling along 'round the corner, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. Catches a human-lookin' sorta person squinting at the ceiling, looking winded, and he makes sure to take his time drawing near.

People don't generally take too kindly to being waylaid by skeletons outta the blue, he's learned. People who ain't Frisk, anyway.

"So, uh, is the word 'gullible' written on the ceiling or what?"

"Same as usual." Worse than usual. A lot's happened since Amos disappeared, but detailing that in the midst of a whirlwind of sharks and the general chaos of The Door opening is something else.

And she's never been good at that part anyway, so for now?

For now Kate's just gonna concentrate on the sharks.

"So what d'we do?" Find a way to drag them to the lake? That doesn't sound like an easy task. But she doesn't want to be fighting longer than necessary, doesn't want to kill things that are just as confused as she was when she turned up.

That's too familiar a thing.

"No its--," Rosen catches himself as he starts to fall for the joke. Gary has tried that on him before. He half smiles at the brief flash of a memory. "You almost got me."

How strange it is to be teased in this place at this time.

He is about to remark on that very fact, mouth opens as he turns to see exactly who it is speaking to him in the first place. Then nothing. No sound comes out. His jaw just hangs slightly as he finds himself staring at...a....skeleton?

Is talking skeletons a step up or down from sharks? For some odd reason he's leaning towards skeleton. Maybe because the skeleton opened with a joke. Or maybe because he actually has gone insane.

"...i-it...might be funnier if someone actually had.....," he's trying to collect himself. It may or may not be working. He awkwardly gestures at the ceiling, though he's still staring at Sans. "...you know. Funnier if it actually said it on the ceiling."

Can't say he weren't expecting that. Takin' people aback seems to be the top skill of his, along with the cracking of horrible jokes. Though to the guy's credit, he seems to be doin' his best to play along, even if he might need to shake his head to get his eyes unstuck.

"I should write somethin' up there sometime," he says, after a moment's consideration of the ceiling, playin' off the other guy's stare like it ain't no thing.

"But I think the gods would hit the roof."

And that's one of his sockets closing down in a cheeky wink. Never mind that bone ain't supposed to be that pliable - it sure as hell is now.

The laugh that follows is strangely involuntarily. The logical side of Rosen's brain is offended as it is forced to submit at first to a chuckle and then to a wave of quiet but shoulder shaking laughter. His eyes shine a bit and he blinks against it before rubbing his hands roughly over his face, feeling a hint of dampness against his palms.

It is a long minute or two for him to regain control of himself enough to speak.

"P-perhaps they'd have a...bone...to pick with you," he eventually mumbles, his voice tight and breaking a little bit, though he tries to play it off lightheartedly.

He really has gone insane. It had been overdue.

Edited 2017-02-11 02:05 (UTC)

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