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

[mttbrandlegs]

No, I...imagine not.

[Not his Asriel. There's nothing familiar for him here, then? So it goes, he supposes.]

It's alright, I wouldn't want to impose myself upon him for a friendship that he doesn't want.

[What a very Mettaton thing to say!

Wait...]

Who else is here from the Underground anyway? So far, we haven't really accounted for that many, have we?

[skelebro]

[...yeah, sure, champ. What a very characteristic thing for the glamorous, endlessly egotistical television star of the Underground to say.


...

What the hell kinda crap did he go through in space, anyway?

Seemingly unperturbed, he rattles 'em off on his phalanges.]

Lemme see here...uh, we got Alph, livin' with me and Undyne. This human who I think used to be a ghost - Napstablook, I think. King's down here too, along with his - uh, all of his kids.

["All" of them. Not sure if Frisk rightly counts with all that, but he don't know how else to call 'em.]

[mttbrandlegs]

Alphys is here?!

[Ah, now there's some of that energy. Mettaton can't really help it; he missed her dearly before she showed up on the Moira, and even moreso when she vanished. Was it so wrong to miss his best friend?

Blooky, of course, is another matter. He wants to ask, but he's not sure whether to bring it up. So...he doesn't.]

The children and the king too? Mm...it's been a very long time since I've seen Asgore or Undyne, I must admit.

[He shakes his head. This is crazy. This is unfair.]

None of you really deserve to be in a place like this. Maybe it's just my very minute experience prior to this point, but...this doesn't seem like a place one would want to live.

[Giant three headed snakes, really?]

[skelebro]

'Course. She's missed ya.

[One socket drops shut for a second in mild amusement, mingled with a - a somethin' he don't let dwell for very long at all. Trepidation, maybe. 'Cause she mentioned, the first day she showed, and he had to ask to make sure she came from a better place than he did. And it turns out she did.

But not by a whole lot.

At least that gets a reaction. She's missed him. She watched him die.]

Eh. It ain't so bad. We don't get stars or skies, but...

[He trails off with a loose shrug of his shoulders, artless and unconcerned. He'll let Mettaton fill in the blanks if he likes.]

[mttbrandlegs]

[And fill them he does. Mettaton's hardly the worst at reading people, he's actually pretty good. But when it comes to Sans, he's an amateur, isn't he?

So...he can't quite decipher Sans' feelings.

That's probably what the skeleton preferred anyway.]

I have...really missed her too. You know how the saying goes; you don't know what you've lost 'til it's gone!

It's very true.

[He laughs mirthlessly. None of his laughs are anything other than cynical anymore, are they?]

Lots of things gone, many of them sorely missed. Almost none of them coming back. At least I can be happy to have Alphys and Bl...Napstablook too.

[skelebro]

You know 'em?

[Ain't like Napstablook is what you'd call the talkative sort. Honestly, they do so much better when they aren't talking. Undyne's had to interrupt more than a few sessions of "lying on the floor and feeling like garbage after a good meal" - turns out he and Alphys are pros at that.

Hopefully made 'em feel a little more at home.]

They're still havin' trouble. Ain't real sure how a human body's supposed to work. Who'da thunk the Door could change things up like that, right?

[What a wild wacky happenstance.

But, y'know. Thaaaaaat's Hadriel.]

[mttbrandlegs]

Yes, well! They, ah. They called into my show during my little stand-off with Frisk, you know? So it's only right to know a fan's name!

[Boy howdy he couldn't be lying any harder if he tried. How does he stand himself?

Simple answer: he can't stand himself! Hahahahaha...ha...

His concern becomes much less about Napstablook being a fan, and crosses far past the line of familiarity as he continues though.]

Oh...they were never meant for that! I cannot imagine they're eating right, or even sleeping well, it took me a while to get used to it when that happened to me on the Mini Colony. Circadian rhythms are honestly the most awful thing I have ever had the displeasure of acclimating to!

[Well.

At least he can still natter on endlessly about his experiences like he's the center of the universe, right?!]

[skelebro]

[Uh-huh. He never saw any sorta stand-off with the human, unless you count that all-too-brief light-show. Didn't even see it himself proper. Heard about it when Alphys called.

Least they had that common ground, huh?

Either way, he ain't entirely sure he buys the act Mettaton's selling. It's awful frantic, but...honestly, who's he to press buttons, huh? Ain't he pressed enough for several lifetimes?

Probably.

So. Play the role. Run with the subject shift.]

Turns out you're gonna have to adjust to 'em all over again. Our day-and-night cycles ain't what you'd call normal, it turns out.

[mttbrandlegs]

That would bother me if I actually slept. But I do not.

[He might have disliked sleep for the short time he needed to endure it, but...sometimes, he wishes he could actually close his eyes and forget everything that has happened for a few hours.

Haha, right. That'll happen.

Not.]

Maybe I can help them adjust though. It would be the right thing to do.

[skelebro]

[That'd be a fair point, yeah. Bein' all mechanical and the like would render that kinda thing pretty useless overall. He hikes his shoulders in a brief shrug before they drop back down to their typical relaxed slump.

It'd be the right thing to do, huh?

Come to care about the kids a lot, ain't he? And he knew their name, meaning...he probably knew 'em back home. Well enough to know their name. That, or there was a version of 'em running 'round on that spaceship of his.]

The noble thing to do, huh?

['Cause "noble" sounds like a grandiose sorta word. The kinda concept a star might trot out, maybe.

Or maybe that's him trying to force a thing that ain't there. Anymore.]

[mttbrandlegs]

[Sans is free to make whatever assumptions he likes. Knowing Mettaton's luck, the skeleton would figure it out eventually. Or Mettaton would probably make it incredibly obvious.

Who knew. He certainly didn't...not yet anyway.]

Noble. That does sound like something I'd say, hmm?

[He smiles flatly.]

Yes, let us go with that. It would be noble to help a poor ghost stuck in a body he never wanted in the first place.

[Sighing, he can't help but offer a little shrug himself.]

Well, I think I've thoroughly monopolized your time, for much longer than I intended. So, ah. Perhaps if you don't mind answering one more question for me...how is it getting a place to live around here? Am I to be paying some type of rent out of the approximate nothing I have been left with?

[He's not counting what's in his PacDisc. Not until he has to count what's in his PacDisc.]

[skelebro]

They never did ask for it, no.

[But it's all plastic. It's all false pretense thrown up, a sparkling veneer that ain't even draped across whatever might be beneath that surface with the same kinda alacrity he recalls from the guy he knew.

Did his damnedest to bury the shallow in more shallow, emphasizing superficiality, underscoring those trademark little traits of his. Drama. Flair. Exaggeration.

Familiar story.

He lets the subject get pulled from one place to the next, unresisting. No real point in diggin' in his heels, huh?]

No real economy to speak of down here. The gods set up housing for all of us. More or less just gotta pick what ain't already taken.

[mttbrandlegs]

[Drama. Flair. Exaggeration.

What are those? Haha...]

Gods, hm? I see. Well I suppose the first thing to do is acquaint myself with the people I do know first, then the area. It isn't as if I need a place to sleep. Just a place to charge.

[Effectively, he can straight up recharge in a Starbucks generic coffee shop for hipsters and nerds.]

[skelebro]

Alphys can probably help you out, there. Pretty sure she fixed up a deal to charge her computer.

[At least, that's what he's assuming. No real other reason the thing should be running as long as it has been. It's been, what? Months? Months since those damned pages fell in and - got it all flipped. Turned upside down. What a joke, right?

Everyone's laughing. He should do stand-up. 'Cause he's a real stand-up guy, right?]

Your phone should have a city map, and a newbie guide. Guy who wrote it weren't real nice about it, but... [He trails into a noncommittal shrug. Gets the job done, in any case.]