Intro Log: None Hadriel With Left Shark

[hadrielmods]

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!

Comments

[foundafamily]

Firo shakes his head. "No way. You think anybody would wanna stay in a place like this?" It's better than Alcatraz in some respects, but that doesn't exactly say a whole lot. The gap in the colosseum walls spills them out onto a relatively quiet street. Firo stops by a ramshackle building that's in as much disrepair as everything else by this road. "Might be some food in here if you want some."

[hotspurred]

I learned. So too can you.

[That is all he has to say about the phones. Henry dips his head in acknowledgement of Anne's pleasantries before he answers her question.]

England.

[hotspurred]

[Henry just stares, frowning.]

Are you suggesting that all nations possess an actual person...?

[Look, given him a moment.]

Let us just get you inducted.

[survivethis]

Jill was a soldier. When conditions were right, she did what was needed. At least within the realm of what she thought was morally right.

When he caught the movement before she did, Jill turned in response to watch as well. He was quite observant to have noticed that shift in the sand there.

"More than I would like to say. We're constantly on the verge of an outbreak that could wipe us all out. So far the B.S.A.A. has managed to act on threats before they go to far, but we've had a few close calls."

"I'm Jill, by the way." Guess impending shark attacks don't leave a lot of time for introductions.

[muroieda]

[Well, he certainly understands the words that she's saying, but he doesn't get the message she's trying to make. Hadriel, brought them here, send them back? What, have they been kidnapped? Hostages? The internationally renowned criminal mastermind Junkrat has been taken elsewhere against his will?

Noooooo. No, no, no, not happening. No way.

After a few moments of awkward, silent staring at Ana, Junkrat puts his frag launcher on the ground, and with his metal hand, and takes a fingerful of dehydrated skin on his opposite arm, tweaking it hard enough to make most people cringe just watching it.

And, unfortunately, it doesn't wake him up. Junkrat inhales sharply between his teeth and shakes his arm as if it'd rid him of the pain. Seriously, he's stuck here? How irritating. It sends a bloodthirsty twitch through his fingertips--it's a good thing he isn't holding his weapon right now. In silence, is mind starts racing with ideas - what kind of weak points these weird structures would have, what materials he needs, what kind of chemicals he'd have to make or find--what he needs in order to level this place into dust.

If he could form his thoughts into words, it'd be a futile effort - they're too muddled and rapid to make sense, so it just translates to quiet giggling that slowly mutates into unhinged cackling into horrid laughter, hands in his smouldering hair with unfocused eyes staring into a distant, empty space.

This is usually when Roadhog has to pull him out of that place...but you're on your own for this one, Ana.]

[foundafamily]

[Firo smiles just a tad; the boast reminds him of things some guys in Alcatraz. Didn't do them much good.]

Depends on where you're trying to go. You're not gonna find a way out by just running around, you know. I can't think of anywhere we haven't tried yet.

So you're probably better off finding some food and a place to stay before you run off.

[foundafamily]

"No." He blinks up at Muscovy. Why would they have found it? Then he realizes that with how much the kid's changed, a lot of time must have gone by.

"It actually hasn't been long at all for us. You didn't miss a thing."

[mercurio]

[prompto makes a face, tilting his head from side to side for a bit]

That's just messed up.

[honestly...]

That's just saying we never even had a choice from the start.

[which, with gods? not too much of a farfetched idea]

--ah, thank you. I guess they'll have to do...

[he takes the bottle, considers that he shouldn't take all these for himself, and instead pops out two pills for himself. he returns it to her.]

I'll come back, uh, if I don't feel better. Are you here all the time?

[mercurio]

yeah... yeah that's a major objective
thanks connor, you be careful too

[dedikated]

( Doesn't she know it, judging by the way her nose crinkles, the distaste in her expression. While she might not be quite as openly hostile towards the gods any more, the being dragged here against their will, with no way out, and a set of hosts who refuse help-

Yeah.

It might be easier to supply this place with actual medication and technology if they had Hope's help, but she can understand why Bruce doesn't want to go there.

(But they're also the best resource this place has). )

Most days.

( Okay, pretty much every day. ) Don't live here or ow- anything. ( She catches that piece of dialect before it turns into another conversation about what it means, translates into plain language instead. )

If you don't feel any better, let me know. Try and get a healer to look at you.

( Thankfully they at least have those, so the actual medical supplies aren't as life or death as they could be otherwise. )

[journalname]

[Likewise, it was the shock of seeing Chara that made Asgore briefly forget about the actual shark attack happening. Possibly not a great parenting moment, let us get the child off the streets.]

I would like that very much.

[He smiles, though his fur is still streaked with tears, and stands. They've still got his paw, and he doesn't let go - it means he has to lean down at a somewhat awkward angle, but that is perfectly all right with him.

(Is this awkward? Most things about this have been somewhat awkward, so that's fine.)]

[souveraine]

I hope you find someone to love, Maketh. You deserve it.

[Anne downed her next shot, she felt the room shifting around her.]

Are you happy here at least?

[souveraine]

[She had been in the thick of a battle in a way during the siege at the monastery but this was far more up close and personal. She wouldn't stop, though she appreciated the woman's attempt to reassure her. She would be winded later, the corset wasn't helping, but the sharks weren't going to stop coming after them.]

Good. I will be glad to be away with these sharks.

[tablewithoutpity]

Under normal circumstances, Hannibal would have thought the talk of races to be part of a delusion, a fantasy, the sign of an unwell mind. But with the evidence before him, he is willing to concede that it may well be truth.

"Where are you from?" he asks as he straightens and turns back to the man. With the bizarre things he's seen, he would hardly be surprised if the man claimed to come from Mars.

[mercurio]

Most days, okay.

[he nods at that, raising an eyebrow at her own correction before deciding to dismiss it.]

I'll be sure to let you know.

[touching his nose gently, he will do his best to remember not to scratch at it nor at his stitches for the time being]

Thank you again, Kate. [he figures he should go, find answers from his friends; that's where he feels most comfortable, after all] I hope to see you around some other time.

[manspreading]

I just hope you guys don't get any daemons. Monsters, I can handle.

[ Watch and learn, lady. The shark leaps from the sand and moves to strike, but not before Gladio lunges at it with his shield, stuffing the shark's open mouth with it. With its body exposed, Gladio produces his sword into his other hand and cleaves it through the monster's body, slicing it well in half before he shakes it off his shield and onto the ground. It makes kind of a gross mess, but thankfully he can make his weapons disappear as quickly as they appeared. Means there's less mess.

Gladio wipes his hands on his pants. Just y'know, nbd. ]

Daemons, though. Those are a pain in the ass.

[manspreading]

uh wow
yeah actually
that sounds pretty damn awful

[journalname]

That is alright, then. I cannot imagine he was very happy to find himself here.

[It was quite nice of him to make a guidebook for others anyway! Asgore pages through it, or at least attempts to.]

[journalname]

There are gods here?

[For real ones?]

[manspreading]

[ Truly is there anything more wonderful than the smell of one's favorite food? Why, even flying sharks can't bring Gladio down on a day like today. ]

Nice. I have a friend back home who's an awesome cook... And yeah, his stuff's great, but there's just something comforting about instant noodles.

[ Ignis would murder him for even comparing his food to this garbage, but oh well. ]

[skelebro]

But, uh...yeah. I can show you which Spire belongs to the three of 'em on that map there.

[He points it on with a single bony phalanx. 'Round about Spire Three, if memory serves. It usually does. His memory's just about the only good thing to him.]

[manspreading]

What, you're not having fun?

[ It's far from a game, really, but Noct has always had the advantage in terms of speed. Luckily though, Gladio knows how Noct fights. Noct's angry, where Gladio is in control. Gladio tilts his head into the punch so Noct's fist lands right in his jaw, a painful move but one that should hurt both of them.

With Noct this close, Gladio tries to aim a hard jab at Noct's face. He knows the Prince might warp again, but he's counting on it. Gotta use that difference in strength to his advantage. ]

Did you think any of this was gonna be fun?

[elegant_and_proud]

Troublesome creatures.

[About the only use for them that Ikaruga can possibly see would be cutting one up and using it for steak, but she's not entirely sure about how edible any of the monsters would be.

At last they reach the coliseum exit, although Ikaruga doesn't stop their hurried pace there. She waits until they're right in town before slowing to a walk.]

That should be enough. There is a guard that takes care of any monsters that venture out of the caves. You should have received a little device.

[She reaches into the sash of her dress, where she's sewn a little pocket for her phone.]

Like so.

[soundtest]

[There's a brief moment of surprise when Sans grabs their arm, and Napstablook doesn't even realize they're out of the colosseum at first. Not until the sounds of fighting go silent. Napstablook slumps forward, like a doll going limp.]

did i...
did i do it...?

[ushahin]

Ushahin presses a thought upon the shark to turn and seek out other prey. Its fin goes speeding off towards the next warm body. He could kill the beast if he wanted to, but that would exhaust his mind, leaving him vulnerable to the rest of the sharks wandering the colosseum.

"Urulat. It is a land far, far away from here. And you are from--" He squints again, looking for one word amidst the mire of thoughts he can feel coming out of Hannibal's head. "--Earth." He's heard that word before, though with the number of different people who all come from it, he suspects there must be more than one. "I am Ushahin Dreamspinner." He waits for the man's introduction, being polite instead of taking his name right out of his head again.