INTRO LOG: WELCOME TO THE BATCAVE

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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

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[swill]

[So the fact that the new batch of recruits didn't limp out of the colosseum in bloody, tattered clothes and skin only served to confirm Hawkeye's suspicion that the small (but growing! oh, is it growing) population in the city had at least some form of self-defence training. That or luck. And, well, considering he's still very much in one piece, that entire Luck option isn't entirely discredited. And after the whole. Anger. Thing. It looked like the people were more-or-less the friendly Let Me Give You a Hand kind.

Mostly because there wasn't any other choice but shh, let him just think every potential bruiser and slash or killer is a good person at heart, ready and willing to help their fellow man when they're not being mentally manipulated by the gods of moodswings.

It's this hope that has Hawkeye call out to that shaggy haired guy as he makes his way over.] You! Do me a favor, will ya? Instead of standing around on that perfectly good wooden pallet, give me a hand in moving it to where it'll be of more use. Interestingly enough, so don't worry about losing your precious pedestal, it'll be refurbished to continue to hold your own weight. If you can't see what you're standing on because of all that hair- don't worry, I'll be there in a sec.

[He just really hates manual labor okay and today that includes walking. And if he's talking louder than he technically should be, well, alcohol was never said to make a man more moderate.]

[hollowly]

( generally speaking, a winchester's luck is never very good – but their combat skills tend to be on-point from a very early age, and sam is no exception. narrowly escaping either being eaten, maimed or both tends to be his lot in life, and it never hurts to have someone in the immediate vicinity that has more practice with dealing with something you've just been tossed into without precedence, so.

things could be worse, all told.

the calling of the voice startles him for all of two seconds before he's looking all around him to see where it had come from, and he blinks a couple of times in quick succession in an attempt to get his focus where he needs it. is he standing on a pallet? the ground beneath his feet has been frequently uneven in his meandering since he'd left the colosseum, and he hasn't been paying too much attention to what he might be stepping on. ( so long as it doesn't crunch underfoot as the sound of crushing bone beneath the weight of him, it doesn't matter, right? right. )

sam clears his throat, looks down – subsequently causing the fall of his hair to land right in his eyes, and it only adds to the shaggy effect. damn it all, why won't you ever let someone cut your hair!? but he does step off the pallet, reaching to hoist it up onto its side even if he quirks a brow in the direction of the ( decidedly almost-too-loud ) voice. )

You always scavenge junk just lying around? ( he's kind of amused, really, and the turn of his mouth upward will show as much. )