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Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- adam parrish,
- alphys,
- anne of austria,
- ardyn izunia,
- armitage hux,
- beth washington,
- bucky barnes,
- danse,
- dr. lee rosen,
- duck,
- dylan blake,
- emily kaldwin,
- firo prochainezo,
- gladiolus amicitia,
- hannah washington,
- henry percy,
- ikaruga,
- jacob frye,
- jill valentine,
- john watson,
- johnny storm,
- leliana,
- maketh tua,
- matt murdock,
- mettaton,
- mikoto suoh,
- morgan walker,
- napstablook,
- natasha romanoff,
- ned wynert,
- noctis lucis caelum,
- prussia,
- ray shin fang,
- richie gecko,
- romulus hart,
- sans,
- sherlock holmes,
- shuuya kano,
- steve rogers,
- the outsider,
- tyki mikk,
- yehudit/ravine,
- yukari mishakuji
Intro Log: Welcome to the Snave (snake cave)
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for March
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: March 10th-15th
Warnings: Snakes! Snakes! It's a snake!
What: The intro log for March
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: March 10th-15th
Warnings: Snakes! Snakes! It's a snake!
Good morning, new arrivals! Or, well, it's probably morning. The sun is up, anyway. Okay - not the sun, but that ball of light at the top of the cave that functions as the sun, anyway. Whatever. The point is you've woken to find yourself on the floor of Hadriel's colosseum. You may be wondering where you are and what you're doing here, but what you should be wondering is how fast you need to run to get away from a three-headed snake.
You're not the only one who just woke up. Also to be found in the arena, angry and confused, are Runespoors - large three-headed snakes. Only one of the heads is venomous, but all of them are perfectly willing to take a bite out of you if you get too close - or if you annoy it. If you're lucky, an attacking Runespoor may distract itself via infighting between the three heads, giving you time to run. If not, well, let's just hope you can fight off all three heads at once!
But that's not the only thing you might find. Also scattered around the colosseum floor are what look like tasty snacks. Popsicles, cheese, even toast! Unfortunately, if you get hungry and take a bite, you will quickly discover that each and every one of these is actually soap. So that's great. Maybe the Door thinks everyone needs to shower more? You can also find a few that actually look like soap, and if you're really lucky, you might stumble across the rare and coveted 'pile of baby hands' soap.
With luck, you didn't get eaten by a snake or accidentally eat a piece of soap. Once you find your way out of the colosseum there's plenty of other distractions. Feel free to go 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 March 10th-15th.
► 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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[Turns out thaaaaat's politics. There's the potential to just, uh, play along with the exchange. If he were feelin' a little less like something stuck at the bottom of a great cosmic shoe, ready to get scraped off on the sidewalk, maybe he would. Hell, he'd probably be a delight.]
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Dull. So. He taps pointedly on the countertop.] I've been in and out of these shops all day and I am this close to drawing pound signs on scraps of paper so something looks halfway normal. Let a man pretend to work.
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There's Richie and his pawn shop, sure, but it's more of a barter and trade kinda deal. A couple hot dogs in exchange for an amazing hideous stuffed bear thing. He kinda lost track of that, after Papyrus -
But if it'll make him feel better, hell. Who's Sans to complain? He'll figure somethin' to trade if it makes it all worth it. He manages a weak huff of a laugh despite pretty clearly lacking lungs, shoulders jostling beneath his jacket.]
Heh. All right, sure. Whaddaya got in terms of food?
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Right over here, we've got- [and he does that wide gesture again, check OUT this FOOD which all seems to be packaged snack-type stuff,] -aboslutely nothing that's ever going to see the right side of a home-cooked meal, as far as I can tell. I haven't seen this much processed food in one place since... ever, so there you go—we've got novelty.
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One bony hand reaches up to scratch at his cervical vertebrae. For, uh...some reason. Can't really get itches if you don't have skin, but maybe it's the appearance of the thing.]
You outta your time period, bud?
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It's Ned. And among plenty of other elements I am well and truly out of, that depends on what year it's supposed to be. [Time travel seems like the most possible of wildly impossible things he's encountered so far, so. Sure.] Later than 1868?
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Sans the skeleton.
[Not his typical introduction, but hey: the script was always pretty shit. 'Bout time he tore it up.]
Good question. Everything's pretty, uh, anachronistic, you could say.
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[Cave city? Weird enough. All the weird little... things? Snacks and stuff, the square thing that lights up in his pocket—extra weird.]
At least I'm not the only one. [And... with a glance to the side, away from the snacks,] Do you prefer "Sans" or "The Skeleton"? I wouldn't want to get my manners wrong.
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That one right there's a first. He crams his hands in his pockets, hitching his shoulders up in a shrug with a fraction of his typical artless exaggeration.]
Just "Sans." [There's people like Connor, who call him "Comic Sans," but he kinda likes that, actually. It's quirky.] You get used to things bein' kinda on a scale of weird 'round here.
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By comparison, Sans is a very nice young skeleton in a hoodie. It's fine.]
You don't say! [shocking revelation......] Well, I'm resilient, but what's really important right now is how you feel about these... chips.
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Chips?
[He's nothing against chips personally. Can't eat most of 'em since they tend not to be made of magic, but they sure are, uh, nice to look at? Aesthetically pleasing to the eyesocket? He gives 'em an appraising look before shrugging.]
You got anything a kid might like?
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Bread? [children are starving in the streets of London and they don't have Doritos there, he's lost.]
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That, uh. Technically that counts.]
I was thinkin' something a little more celebratory but, uh, bread probably works. Can't taste any worse than fried tennis ball.
[Kids. They'll eat anything. Right?]
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Never mind that now. You want a cake, then? No one works around here, so I haven't seen anything like a bakery. Unless whatever's keeping the wheels turning in this city likes to bake and disappear in the night.
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You're takin' this all pretty well, for somebody who just got here.
[No bakery, as far as he can see. And he's guessin' that, given the way the polls were going, the café idea didn't win out either. Guess they'll have to make do.]
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Besides the snakes, I've seen worse. It helps to set your expectations pretty low.
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[Gotta admire the man's composure. Or at least his externalization of one. Either way, it's convincing enough that Sans can believe that he's just got an easygoing streak.]
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For starters, my city actually has other people in it. Absolutely obscene.
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Hate to break it you, but we've got an awful lotta people here. Most of 'em are even human. [Shocker, right?]
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[It's still smaller than London, so there's... that.]
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[That...ah. Occurs to him a bit belatedly that the pun don't necessarily work when the guy has no clue about how the gods run things down here. And explaining the joke don't exactly make it funny but -
Heh, he just ain't feelin' real funny just now.]
Hope's one of the gods down here. Don't let the name fool ya: he's a real stick in the mud.
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[He says this while holding his hands up and putting them together like he's praying, just so he can be extra dismissive of it. Gods! That, and not the talking skeleton concept, seems fake.]
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You can call 'em what they like. Bottom line, they're named after emotions and have a lotta power to make us feel 'em.
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Alright, I'll bite—what the hell is that supposed to mean?
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Two biggies are Hope and Fear. They like, uh, makin' us feel hope and fear. [Big surprise, right?] So when you die, Hope brings you back. When Fear wants his kicks, he, uh...fills the city with zombies.
Stuff like that.
[oh one of these things is not like the other]
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