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

[manspreading]

[ Oh, good, he's an escaped convict of some kind??? Definitely mental note: keep Noct away from him. It's probably for the best that he ignores most of what Junkrat said, focusing on the blankets instead. ]

Guess it's our consolation prize for making it out of there.

[ I mean, don't you find random items at the end of dungeons? Because Gladio sure does. ]

Whatcha got there? They supposed to look like food?

[ Very important: where are the noodle blankets. ]

[muroieda]

[You can't seriously tell us that you're not surprised to hear it, Gladio. And no, he's never found loot at the end of a dungeon, mostly because he hasn't gotten around to blowing one up yet.

Yet.]

Looks like it 'ta me.

[He crouches down in front of them, studying them carefully. Free blankets. Tend to carry the notoriety of being common charity for the homeless, in better-off countries. Is that what they are now, in this place? Homeless? Wouldn't be his first time. Or the second. Or the...hell, he's lost count.]

Kinda cute, ain't they?

[Another important question: are they flame retardant? He's debating taking them all, but what use does he have for a gross number of food-themed blankets? Where would he put them all? Scavenging is all about taking when you can, but excessiveness just becomes a burden.]

[manspreading]

[ Look, he don't like to assume, necessarily, given that he himself is a buff dude with hella tattoos but also on the straight and narrow. Gladio bends down to have a look for himself, reaching for the blanket seemingly made of noodles of course. ]

Smells good, too. [ Which is weird. Very weird. But true. And there's really nothing strange about finding a blanket and taking it off the ground isn't... weird at all, this is Final Fantasy. ] Wonder what the deal is, but 'm not complaining.

[ Acquired Noodle Blanket (x1) ]

[muroieda]

[Junkrat watches as Gladio makes his selection. So you're gonna take one too, huh? Cool, this makes this way less awkward.

He regards the pile with careful consideration, as if something would eventually jump out to him. He can't see at all what it looks like as a whole, but some milky pink catches his attention for some reason, and he shoves his metal hand into the pile to yank it out. The pile ends up being disturbed, but that doesn't matter. Junkrat stands back up, unfurling his loot to take a look at it.

It's a familiar trapezoidal shape with a rounded top, with dark circles down at the narrow end, made of soft and plush mounds. A thick rope-like tassle dangles from the top of it, and Junkrat is immediately smitten. He barely has enough air in his lungs to exclaim:]

Fair suck of the sav...!

[He mashes the blanket against his face and takes in a lungful of its faint, sweet scent like it was a drug. He drops his shoulders as he brings it away from him, which doesn't really help the act.]

Awh, now I'm thirsty.

[...does this place even have a bubble tea shop? Chances are slim, given how quiet it is out there.]