Intro Log: Welcome to the Snave (snake cave)

[hadrielmods]

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!

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!

Comments

[skelebro]

[Well.

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?]

[trainspotter]

[Ned mercifully skips his lack of understanding of a modern tennis ball, or, in fact, tennis. Isn't that a rich people sport? Weird.]

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.

[skelebro]

[So, based on everything he's hearing, he's gonna guess - newbie. Almost certainly.]

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.]

[trainspotter]

Like I said: resilient. [He's got a smirk and a little tip of his hat to go with that, but he'll wig out privately later. It doesn't do any good to make a mess of himself in public, god forbid.]

Besides the snakes, I've seen worse. It helps to set your expectations pretty low.

[skelebro]

You seen worse?

[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.]

[trainspotter]

Besides the snakes. [He holds up a finger to point that out, like, that is the really important part. Besides the snakes, he's been to much trashier places. Then he nods toward the suspiciously empty store.]

For starters, my city actually has other people in it. Absolutely obscene.

[skelebro]

[Right. The snakes. Well, the Door was due to haul in a new set of things ready to eat everybody alive, on top of the regular newbie parade that rolls around at the beginning every month.]

Hate to break it you, but we've got an awful lotta people here. Most of 'em are even human. [Shocker, right?]

[trainspotter]

You're already letting me down. Can't a guy get a couple days of hope?

[It's still smaller than London, so there's... that.]

[skelebro]

Trust me. You're gonna get plenty of days of Hope.

[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.

[trainspotter]

Gods, huh. I think I might have to draw the line there. Prayer doesn't really suit me.

[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.]

[skelebro]

[Not everybody's into apotheosizing human-shaped fellas talkin' imperiously about how frustrating it is, maintaining the upkeep of their living batteries. And that's fine, really. Everyone's entitled to their opinion. Sans rolls one shoulder in a partial shrug, nonplussed.]

You can call 'em what they like. Bottom line, they're named after emotions and have a lotta power to make us feel 'em.

[trainspotter]

[Power to make them... No, that sounds even more fake. Ned raises an eyebrow, glancing aside like he needs a moment to figure out how to parse that, then slowly drops his facetious prayer hands.]

Alright, I'll bite—what the hell is that supposed to mean?

[skelebro]

[Yeah, fair enough. The gods typically warrant a bit more explanation than that.]

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]

[trainspotter]

[wait those actually both sound like impossible zombie apocalypses]

Back from the dead? And nobody thinks that's a little unsettling?

[skelebro]

Hard to find it unsettling once you see it happen a couple dozen times.

[And Sans himself has felt it happen, thanks to his evil twin's little stunt. Granted, that weren't even the first time; he figured, when he woke up in the Colosseum for the first time, that this was just the next step in some kinda personal hell. For a little while, anyway.]

[trainspotter]

I think that just means you're afflicted. [With... something. Can a skeleton suffer afflictions of the mind?? He can't think about this now.]

Maybe I'll get lucky.

[skelebro]

["Afflicted" definitely gets the skeptical lift of a supraorbital ridge. He has a mind, sure, but he don't have a brain; most skeletons don't have organs of any sort, technically.]

And, what? See it for yourself?

[trainspotter]

And not see it, I'd think! [Should he... should he want to see people die?? He's seen it before, but he's not a sick bastard. Gross.

Also, raising a skeletal non-eyebrow is going on The List.]

[skelebro]

[It'll probably happen at some point or another, pal. The gods like jerkin' people around. Best to get used to it while you can.]

Point is, the gods can kinda do whatever they like. 'Cept apparently send us all back. [Nice and convenient Doorstopper there, ain't it?] So, uh...functionally, they're pretty powerful.

[trainspotter]

[nooooo]

But not powerful enough, it sounds like. [He won't be impressed yet...] I'm not about to make a scene after hearing all that, though. I'll just take my bread and live quietly.

[skelebro]

Best of luck.

[His tone don't exactly imply confidence in that maneuver.]

Pretty tough to lie low 'round here. Like I said, our so-called deities like to make stuff pretty interesting.

[trainspotter]

[He frowns, but it's at the idea of the gods and not at Sans. Fakey fake gods... step off??]

Any of 'em called Pettiness?

[skelebro]

You kiddin' me? That's what Confusion's for.

[Sans continues to be more than a bit rankled at Confusion, for the most part. Can you blame him?]

[trainspotter]

[Oh my god, one of them is called Confusion. Ned actually rolls his eyes, because why...]

You're kidding. This is ridiculous.

[skelebro]

You want me to name 'em off? 'Cause Love's gettin' resurrected pretty soon, I think.

[Just wait, there's gonna be a FRIENDS-style opening and everything. Or there would be, if Sans had ever seen an episode of FRIENDS in his life, which he hasn't.]