INTRO LOG: WELCOME TO THE BATCAVE

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for January.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: January 10th-15th
Warnings: Bats, but not Batman. Weird arts and crafts. Confused newbies.

You awaken on the hard-packed sandy floor of the colosseum. As you blink the sleep from your eyes and begin to try to get your bearings, you might hear the gentle, soothing sound of wind chimes tinkling through the air. It's a peaceful sound, a pleasant sound. As you look around, you'll find tall stands with curved hooks at the top here and there throughout the arena, each supporting a different handmade wind chime.

You could stay and enjoy the sounds, even if what they're coming from is a bit less than aesthetically pleasing. Or you could pause for a moment and wonder where the wind that's sounding the chimes is coming from, considering you're in a cave. There are breezes in Hadriel now and again, but what's causing this wind is something else entirely. Spend too long out in the open and you'll find out what.

Perching atop the broken walls of the colosseum, hidden in crevices and shadows, are a number of Ahools. These giant bats can have wingspans as big as 12 feet, and they're certainly strong enough to lift smaller and lighter people off their feet entirely, carrying them away to devour at their leisure. Don't think you can hide - their echolocation will find you as easily as a bat finds a moth in the black of night.

If you manage to escape the Ahools and get your bearings, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies until your belly is as full as that giant bat's was supposed to be. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers January 10th-15th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
► All characters now arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

Comments

[werewolfing]

There's running water, what more do you need?

[peter just gives a chuckle at newt being stronger than he looks. it's not difficult, he looks rather like a stringbean with his arms and legs covered as they are.

he lets newt have the shower without protest, because the other boy is dirty and he's really not. while newt is bathing, peter takes his relatively small haul of belongings and begins putting them into the drawers of the downstairs bedroom newt didn't claim. for the moment, he doesn't much see the point of the upstairs at all. when the other boy calls, he calls back from inside the room, where he's lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. it's a pretty nice bed, actually, soft and sort of enveloping.]

Yeah?

[krangke]

Do you know what this is?

(He walks into Peter's room without much concern. "Personal space" actually isn't much of a thing he's used to either. The Homestead had kind of belonged to everyone. There were only a few certain rooms you needed permission to enter and seeing as Newt had permission to enter everywhere, it really wasn't an issue.

He limps over to the side of Peter's bed and in his hand he's holding the smartphone he had found in the pocket of his pants when he'd pulled them off. The technology wasn't foreign to him, not really, but he didn't really know much about the actual functioning of the device itself or what it was supposed to be used for.)

[werewolfing]

Yeah, sure. It's a phone. Check it out.

[he pulls his two phones from his pocket, one identical to newt's and one different, having ignored both up until this point. who was he gonna call, even if his phone from home had gotten any kind of reception wherever they were.]

I guess we all get one, even if we had one already.

[he pushes the button to boot it up, humming to himself as he waits. this phone finds a strong signal immediately, and the interface is a little different but really, similar enough.]

So before I talk your ear off, what do you know about phones?

[krangke]

(A phone, okay. He knew what that was pretty instantly. Communication. He kneels down on the bed next to Peter, peering down curiously at the phones in Peter's hands.

When asked, he plants his hands on the bed and leans over, picking the phone up out of Peter's hand. Really, sometimes he just needed to interact a little bit to get his memory poking for whatever it still had.

His finger slides over the screen and he's not surprised when it makes things happens. Okay, familiar. He squints at a few of the applications. Doesn't really understand 'texts' and a few other things. Eventually he sets the phone back down.)

I know that you use phones to communicate- usually through voice. But I imagine video is possible too-

(He thinks to how the Rat Man had communicated with them that one time. He doesn't think these phones are capable of something quite that powerful but it's a similar enough concept that he can grasp it. His technology is also advanced enough that he files 'video chats' as a viable source of communication almost naturally.)

And I know that that is a touch-pad sort of interfacing. Not too sure what the texts are though I imagine if someone can communicate orally and visually then you might as well be able to communicate through text?

(He's not so sure on that one and glances up at Peter for confirmation.)

Otherwise, I don't really know. I've never seen anything like that- but the technology is kind of familiar? I don't know.

[werewolfing]

Sit, don't hover. Hovering is weird. And get out your phone, too.

[he pats the bed beside him. it's not until newt sits that peter launches into an explanation to fill in the holes in newt's knowledge. he's filling in holes in his own knowledge simultaneously--of course he's familiar with a regular phone call, even video calls, but a network broadcast of either is new to him. a bit of scrolling through older broadcasts clarifies that well enough for both of them. he shows newt how texting works, having him boot up his own phone and typing him a message, his thumb quick over the keyboard.]

hi, blondie :)

[krangke]

(He takes his phone out as instructed and also sits down. Hovering was weird. He leans close over Peter's shoulder to watch but he doesn't just watch. No one ever learns anything like that. As Peter explains and explores, Newt too explores his own phone. It's all pretty easy to understand. Everything's fairly self-explanatory. When Peter texts him, it's clear-cut what to do especially with the provided alphabet sitting just beneath.

The actual physical act of texting comes a little tricky to him. Only because it's a physical motion his hands aren't used to. Fingers move slowly but precisely.)

Hi, grandpa :)

(Newt looks over at Peter then and grins.)

These are fantastic.

[werewolfing]

Wow, grandpa? Rude. I'm nineteen, not ninety.

[but he can't stay mad when newt is grinning at him like that.]

They are pretty cool, I guess. And it means people can keep in touch.

[he scrolls down the list of unfamiliar names already entered into his contact list.]

Whoever these people are, anyway.

[krangke]

Could have fooled me.

(It's only what Peter gets for insisting on calling him blondie, to be quite honest.

His attention is quickly diverted by the fact that there's apparently already names listed in the phone.

There's two things that instantly rouse in his mind. If his friends are here then they might be listed. But then also what his full name was listed as. His friends come first and one scroll through tells him all he needs to know. He tries to not let the disappointment show, his face steadily blank.

Then he goes to look at the texts between Peter and himself. His display name is 'Newt' but when he taps on it, he's brought to the full little description and makes a face.)

It has me as Isaac Newton!

(That's just awful.)

[werewolfing]

I'll find a cane just to give you a thwack with it, see if I don't.

[peter looks over at newt's phone and snorts.]

Hey, that means you discovered gravity, or invented calculus, or something else that I didn't pay any attention to in school. The original wore a fancy-ass wig, but your hair's not that puffy.

[krangke]

Oh, no, not a cane.

(He puts the back of his hand against his forehead like it's simply too much for him to handle. He drops his hand a moment later and snorts right back at Peter.)

Please. Maybe he was hiding his own blond locks to avoid cruel and merciless torment.

[werewolfing]

Have you ever been hit with one? Smarts.

[peter scratches his chin.]

You know, you might be on to something there. If anyone saw his pretty blond hair they'd be so distracted he'd never finish calculus, or gravity, or geometry, or whatever.

[krangke]

Nope but with these arms?

(Yes he is going to grab Peter's bicep and give it a pitiful look)

I'm not too worried.

(He lets go of him and swings himself out of the bed, coming to stand at its side once more. He tucks his phone away and turns his gaze to rest on Peter. It's a relatively neutral gaze and he leans over and rests a hand on Peter's shoulder like he's about to deliver some pretty tough news.)

You're a dumbass, shank.

(Then just like that, he's walking off towards the door.)

[werewolfing]

[peter's arm stays carefully limp, any muscle he may have hidden beneath his clothes.]

That's good, you stay unworried.

[all newt's insult gets him is a snort from peter, who flops back down onto his bed to play with his new phone, holding it up over his head.]

glass houses, blondie

enjoy your phone :p