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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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Parents. A pause, and Frisk offers a stilted shrug.

"I live here with my friends." That's about all they have to offer, on that front. But as for the offer of company... he's new. He has to be new, or he would've seen them at some point. On the network, at a distance. They don't have the largest profile in Hadriel, but they've been here. They know they haven't seen him.

And if he's new, he probably doesn't know where to go.

"Um. There's...apartments? Free ones. Where we live." Does he want to come along?

It worries Rosen when the child's response is "friends" and not parents. In his field this would be a warning flag, something that would require follow up and investigation of the child's living situation.

But this is not his field. This is not even his reality. So taking unfounded leaps of judgement will likely cause more harm than good. For all he knows this child could be a native. Or this child could be like himself and if so they also arrived alone.

The thought is a kick in the gut, but he keeps himself composed as best he can.

"Could you show me? ...Please?"

Unfortunately for Frisk, their exposure to doctors of any kind has been-

Hasn't been. Alphys was a doctor, wasn't she? And that was close enough. Any flags or warning signs set off by their words aren't recognized, or even conscious acts. What they do know is that he seems like someone who needs help- someone willing to take that help.

It fills them with determination. Their shoulders straighten with purpose, nodding eagerly as they offer a hand- to help him up, of course. It would be rude if they didn't.

"Don't worry. I won't let you down." That's almost a promise. Their lips twitch into a smile. "I'm Frisk."

I won't let you down.

Maybe it is just the exhaustion and the fear finally catching up with him now that the adrenaline-fueled haze is beginning to settle, but while Rosen instinctively offers a grateful smile as moves to take the child's hand he also finds his eyes stinging. Only a little at first, but before he can find a way to stop it, his eyes are welling and small droplets sneak past his lashes onto his cheeks. Hastily he snatches his hand back to try and rub them away.

Or maybe its not the exhaustion at all.

"I a-apologize," he manages to say, voice tight. When he's recomposed himself he looks to Frisk apologetically.

"It seems I need to pull myself together," he forces a small self-deprecating laugh. "It is nice to meet you Frisk. My name is Lee. Um...I'm Dr. Lee Rosen. Please call me whatever you'd like."

It's a reaction, that's for sure. When he pulls his hand back, there's no resistance; they let him go to do what he needs to do, to wipe away the proof that anything was on his cheeks (or in his eyes) at all.

They understand. Sometimes you have to rub it away.

"It's okay." They hope, even if they don't really...express themself very well, that he can tell they mean that. Push a bigger smile on their face as they start to lead the way, sticking close to his side. Consciously making the effort to match his pace; they said they wouldn't let him down, and now, especially, they're going to keep that promise. "Doctor...what kind?"

"Thank you," Lee murmurs, his expression softening with the hint of a smile. He gathers himself and begins walking with slow even steps.

"Well, I am primarily a neurologist," He cants his head to the right as he explains. "But I was also a physician once." Good god that was a long time ago. Before his marriage, before the research with the DoD, before the Alphas.

"Where are you from, Frisk?"

Edited 2017-03-01 07:03 (UTC)

"Oh." It all sounds...really smart. Perhaps a little beyond their age to understand entirely, but at the very least, they can pick apart the second word, and take that to mean that he's a Doctor doctor. Maybe they should tell him about the Clinic, as well.

"Me? Um..." It takes a moment, to decide between the real answer, and the one that feels right. Where are you from isn't something they've been confronted with in a very long time. "The Underground. It was like this, but...nicer. Sometimes."

As a general rule Rosen believed in talking to kids in the most adult manner possible, within reason . Adult manner, so to speak, not adult content. Though perhaps in reality it was less a rule than it was evidence of his own inability to interact with children. Certainly his own attempt at parenting had been nothing short of a failure and undoubtedly Danielle would not applaud his methods were she here to make comment.

He has a heart, he can be certain of that simply by the way it never stops aching and spilling over upon itself, but it has grown tired and the older he gets the more the damn thing gets tangled up and caught in the increasingly cold and faulty machinery that is the rest of his mind and body and as a result the sentiments that bleed from his core seem more often to get lost inside himself before they can ever break free. They take some wrong turn at his gut or his lungs and they cause clogs of the system, a tightness in the chest or a spike in his adrenaline. Instead of ever breaking free they simply break him bit by bit under the weight of good intentions that never see daylight.

Thus, though his heart aches for the plight of children, it manifests itself mostly as an awkward attempt to make himself seem less..... mechanical.

He's not sure if he is succeeding.

"Can you tell me about it?"

The question gains a purse of their lips; thought, alongside the surprise. It's the strangest thing, when the conversation seems to hinge upon them. In an almost neutral way; just asking questions for the sake of asking- because, perhaps, he's interested in hearing about it.

Very different, from the conversations that have focused on them, since they've been here. Completely.

It gives them a little less hesitance, in speaking up.

"...It's under a mountain called Ebott. People said that if you climbed the mountain, you disappeared." They look ahead as they talk, still slowly guiding them both through the city. "I think they just said that because of the monsters; but- um, not like the stuff that comes through the door. Nice monsters. They feed you pie and like puzzles, and...they're good."

Did they really answer anything, or just cause more questions?

This world, in the matter of an hour or so, has turned everything Rosen knows on its head. Back home he would have had phrases such as psychological trauma and psychosis at his disposal. He would have readily made use of his contacts in the child psychology wards at NYPB or Beth Israel. He would have felt in command of the situation. Prepared and with many options within his reach.

Here he feels useless. And unsure.

Unsure if the child is speaking of fact or if, should Rosen make the choice of treating it as fact, he might be overlooking a call for help. The tug of war between instinct and the recognition of his own limitations is making him feel a bit ill. Internally he pleads with whatever powers that be that they prevent him from making a mess of this.

"The monsters have good taste then," Lee gives Frisk a weak but honest smile. "I also like pie and puzzles." He draws his shoulders up a bit, trying to shake a knot of tension from between his shoulderblades. To no avail.

"We don't have any monsters where I am from. Or at least we don't have the kind you are talking about, I think. Are there many of them in the underground?"

Unaware of the existential crisis ongoing inside of their companion, Frisk gradually warms, the longer his responses remain positive. Keeps talking to them, but keeps them talking, in turn. It feels like...an actual conversation.

"Same." Their own lips quirk upwards in turn, shoulders going lax as they focus on- things about them, but not particularly them.

"My friend Asriel is a monster! He's a- a goat? Um, lion? And Sans is here too; he's a skeleton. Alphys is a dinosaur."

Little by little Rosen eases into the conversation, gradually forcing himself to accept a stance somewhere in between extremely concerned and extremely curious. It is a test of his will, but he sees no other options.

"When I was small I dreamed of seeing a dinosaur." Lee hasn't thought about his own childhood in a long time and as such it feels strange to even bring it up. Almost as if it had never really happened and that he is talking about someone else entirely. Sometimes it seems as though he was born at 50 and stayed there.

"And are they all here? Are those the friends that you live with?"

Edited 2017-03-09 07:42 (UTC)

"Then you should say hi to Alphys," Fulfilling his childhood dreams comes with the added bonus of letting her talk to someone new- and that seems like a pretty good reason to encourage him, honestly. "She's a doctor too, but um- not that kind of doctor. She builds robots."

At least he's fit enough, for an older man. The closest spire towers upwards, only a block away; it's not where they're going. Perhaps it's just a tad unfortunate, meeting a child who lives the furthest away from where the arena is.

"Oh, um- I live with Asriel? And Chara, too; they're not a monster. And Sans likes to come over sometimes- I think he worries."

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