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

[skelebro]

"I didn't, nah. Some monsters, the older ones - they did. Those that remember the war."

He, uh, really should be more careful 'bout what he lets slip, maybe. How's he say this, exactly? Ain't exactly like you can up and just trot out so by the by, I've been caught in a temporal recursion for god knows how long and attempted to kill the anomaly-slash-human-kid that was causing it and expect things to go over well with anybody.

Nah. He don't really spring for that sorta thing. He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, a lazy, equivocal gesture.

"There's plenty of humans 'round here, though." That's not quite the truth, but the truth's complicated. Implies he only really got to know humans once he ended up here, and that ain't really the case.

[drabsolutelynot]

That is a fair point. Rosen lets the matter go without argument.

"Though I wonder, if there are humans where you are from and human where I am from, and more here from other realities, are all of us humans the same? Or are there variations?"

The world Rosen knows has no monsters, no 'underground', so what says that the humans from the monster-less, underground-less world weren't different from the humans of Sans' 'surface' ? His mind balks a bit at the thought. The endless possibilities of variations, just like the Alphas. The existence of variants in the human genome is undeniable. He's studied them for over half his life.

[skelebro]

"Good question." He ain't exactly what he'd call an expert on the subject. Humans from home, he knows, can gain LOVE; Frisk has, and if Chara hadn't hit the roof by now, he's pretty sure they'd've long since done so by the time their evil twins vacated the premises.

"Wouldn't really be the right person to ask. But you could probably poke around, and see. There's plenty of, uh...superhumans on top of everything else."

People like Kate, who more or less named herself as such from the get-go. People like Wanda, who disappeared at some point or another, lost in the linear slide of days creeping by. People who ain't anything other than human, but have skills humans wouldn't necessarily have, typically.

[drabsolutelynot]

"Now there's an idea." Poking around, that is. There's been an itch at the back of his mind since the fog of the initial panic faded. Now free of the sharks and the tentacles, what is Lee supposed to do with himself in this place? He's been guaranteed that there is no exit so naturally he must decide how he'll get himself off his feet. He's at least free of his cell. He should put that to use.

So why not do what he has always done?

"Maybe that is what I will do here. Research." The corners of Lee's mouth quirk upward, slightly reassured by the idea. Research, the familiar task of thorough observation, rigorous questioning, and copious note taking would be a comfort. "Research what we all are, where we all are from, and everything in between."

[skelebro]

"That ain't a bad idea." It'd be real handy to have a catalogue of this sorta thing, assumin' people are willing to contribute. People're bound to have their, uh, secrets and limitations, but he won't begrudge 'em that. He's the same.

More or less.

"We gotta clinic 'round here somewhere, for medical work and the like. Might be a good place to start." He spins a phalanx in a sloppy, noncommittal gesture, 'cause there's probably a gap in space he could use to squeeze on through in that general direction. Probably, not that he's real interested in sortin' that out just now.

He's done enough work for one day.