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

[drabsolutelynot]

Rosen quickly glances down at his hands before nodding obediently. He is out of his depth here so he's not going to question the advice. Nor is he going to question why this stranger knows so much about sharks (a hobby? career? Maybe he just likes Shark Week...)

When a shark breaks from the circling pattern and makes for them he steadies himself, hands at the ready. The second fin begins to follow the first, slipping through the sand with no resistance.

"I guess they got tired of waiting."

[tablewithoutpity]

Hannibal was broadly knowledgeable about many things, although he found such morally devoid predators particularly interesting.

"You go to the right, I'll go to the left." Hannibal shifted from foot to foot, watching, waiting, as the lead shark came closer, closer...

"NOW." At the last second he leaped aside, slashing at the creature's eye with the corkscrew.

[drabsolutelynot]

Rosen darts to the right flank of the sharks as per instruction and as the nose of the beast glides underfoot he drops to one knee and pumps his fist downwards towards the gills with as much force as he can manage.

The texture is strange, the almost leather-like flesh gives way around his hand and coats his fingers with some thick mixture of blood and sand.

He's fairly certain his blow hasn't done any fatal damage but in the way the shark twists violently away from him and dashes beneath the sand he's hopeful that he's at least deterred it for now.

Rosen pushes himself up off his knee and begins looking for Hannibal.

[tablewithoutpity]

The remaining sharks disperse, some diving after the injured shark, others swimming off to find easier prey. Hannibal straightens, rolls his shoulders and then his neck, wipes the corkscrew on his trousers, and turns to look for the other man. Once he sees him, Hannibal comes closer.

"Are you all right?"

[drabsolutelynot]

Its a relief when Rosen spots Hannibal headed in his direction. Of course the man had proven far more capable at shark-based combat than himself so clearly the worry had been misplaced but still Rosen feels a knot of concern loosen in his throat at the sight of the man in one piece.

"Yes," He nods, a bit flustered but for all intents and purposes fine. "Yourself?" He casts a quick eye about Hannibal's person just in case.

[tablewithoutpity]

He nods as well, but far more calmly. "Yes." He turns to look around them, and, noting that they seem to not be in immediate danger, turns back to the man. "My name is Hannibal. I'd offer my hand, but I'm afraid it's rather less than presentable at the moment."