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

[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.]

[trainspotter]

[There should be a FRIENDS-style opening purely to confuse everyone who's never seen one, present company included. See? It even has confusion in it.]

This is sounding more and more like you're making it all up as you go along, you know.

[skelebro]

Could always check the network, collaborate with the masses.

['Cause that's a thing Ned's totally savvy about and definitely won't warrant any Technology 101 explanations.]

[trainspotter]

[Well.....]

The what? [Is this a network network, like, of criminals maybe? He'd be into that.]

[skelebro]

You should have a phone in your pocket. Little black square thing?

[He retrieves his own from his pocket, turning it on with the slight depression of a button.]

[trainspotter]

Oh—the light. [Phone!! A new and exciting word. He takes his own out of an inside pocket of his jacket, raising an eyebrow at what Sans is doing before mimicking it.]

I'll be honest; if you folks took money, I'd have tried selling this thing already.

[skelebro]

I wouldn't. 'S kinda necessary.

[The thing lights up, and he starts scrolling through the network with the practiced flick of his thumb, holding it up to indicate the tiny lines of text on the screen.]

Most of the chatter goes down here.

[trainspotter]

[Ned is so anachronistic to this place that "wireless" isn't even a word he knows; he sees the text, yes, but he genuinely didn't realize it was even possible for these phones to talk to each other, or... or whatever.

Sigh. Now he has to pay attention to the network, doesn't he?]

And this'll tell me everything you're saying's the truth?

[skelebro]

It'll let you corroborate, if you like. Sometimes the gods like to talk to us direct.

[1-800-Phone-A-God, right here. Direct line to the deities in the sky, just 'cause.]

[trainspotter]

[That's a little discomfiting, actually... Ned gives his phone a wary look, then tucks it back in his pocket.]

Maybe another time. After I give keeping to myself a try.

[skelebro]

Fair enough.

[Havin' a direct line to a deifying manifestation of emotion can be intimidating. He gets that.]

There's a newbie guide on there too, if you're lookin' for housing and stuff like that.

[trainspotter]

Y'know, I figured that one out already. [Pause.......] More or less. There might've been an incident, but it's all smoothed over now.

[skelebro]

[Uh-huh. That ain't telling all on its own. He looks at the guy levelly for a second before adding, amiably:]

Incident, huh?

[trainspotter]

Soap. Lots of it, and a... clothes washing machine? [He's guessing, gesturing in the shape of a big box just in case "clothes washing machine" is somehow super off.

It was stupid. And not his fault.] I've got excitable friends.

[skelebro]

["Clothes washing machine" sounds pretty dang descriptive, as far as descriptors go. He processes that for a minute or two and then decides - nah, actually, it's way funnier if it just stays vague.

He chuckles.]

Haven't even been here a day and you're already havin' some fun, huh?

[trainspotter]

And loads of it. [Flatly... there were bubbles everywhere, he was cornered. Dreadful.]

But it could always be worse. Knock on wood.

[skelebro]

[Hey, 'course. Could be much worse.]

Far as I know, nobody's died from overexposure to soap suds. Yet.

But, hey. Y'better wash your back, y'know what I'm sayin'?

[trainspotter]

[Ned gives him a Look for that. Wash his back... he hates this.]

Maybe I'll just drown and save myself the trouble.

[skelebro]

We do have a lake and everything.

[Who doesn't love a little morbid humor in the...midday? Morning? Hell if he knows.]

But like I said - Hope'll just bring you back, no charge.

[trainspotter]

Hmm. [He'll keep it in mind??] You keep saying no charge, but I've never met a "no charge" that didn't change its mind and turn into a "you owe me" sooner or later. I'll keep out of it.

[skelebro]

Probably for the best. Dying ain't for everyone.

[It hurts, for one. He ain't supposed to remember stuff like that. Pain just - really sucks, it turns out.]

Though I figure the "charge" would be keepin' us here in the first place.

[trainspotter]

That is nothing if not devious. I'd say they should owe us for going quietly, but that's just me.

[This is dumb: the saga. He'll do something else, liiike-] Didn't you want a cake? Do they put cake in little packages?

[skelebro]

Cupcakes, maybe.

[He did find a cupcake-shaped bar of soap out in the Colosseum. Always nice of the place to produce these quirky little knick-knacks. He's got a hotdog-looking (and smelling, it turns out) blanket from a few months back.]

Y'have those where you come from?

[trainspotter]

I know what a cupcake is. [Definitely not the kind that comes in a package, but... cupcakes do indeed exist. He's looking...]

Putting a cupcake in a bag is disgusting.