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!
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Comments

[trainspotter]

[Ned is taking a drink when Jacob smacks gracefully into a table, but mercifully he manages to just hum and not snort poison alcohol everywhere. Does he have to move tables? He thinks he'll start by wandering back to the bar and leaning back against it, waiting.]

Go for it. I'll tell you if I don't like where they're going.

[queensberry]

[It's alright. Jacob grins knowing it's probably too much of a task for someone as tiny as Ned, setting his bottle aside and draping his coat over a chair. They'd need brooms, and probably a mop and water to properly get this place looking even remotely good, but they won't have to worry about that today.

For once in his life, Jacob uses his muscles for things that isn't punching people. He clears a space around the room, even if he purposely leaves things a few inches off of where Ned wanted them. Just to bother him.

He's also turned filthy in the process. How can one man collect dust from everything? He's found a way.] Nail a few posts in the ground, put a board on the wall... I'll get you a table for betting, but I don't know if we'll find a safe anywhere.

[trainspotter]

[What the fuck, he can move a table, he's not that short. God. He's just clearly the boss around here, which makes Jacob the muscle.

So now Ned the boss will watch Jacob the muscle move tables around, perfectly content to stand back and do that. He's dirty, how gross.]

We'll improvise. Maybe someone's got a lock box they're willing to part with, on account of how nobody here thinks cash is worth having. [What will people actually bet with? Rocks? Stupid.] Place could use a few good coats of paint, too. I oughta write this down...

[Is there a pen and paper in here? He's on the hunt.]

[queensberry]

And who's going to put that coat of paint up? [Him??? Ned must be dreaming. While he's looking for writing utensils, which is probably behind the bar or back room, Jacob is going to taking his shirt off in some effort to shake the dust out. Because that's necessary.

The flexing of his muscles is not necessary. He's "stretching." Sure.] I'll have to find you a nice desk to sit behind, won't I? We'll have our work cut out for us...

[trainspotter]

I can paint a couple walls, Frye. You don't get to have all the fun. [Is he joking...? Building his new fight club empire is going to be some kind of fun, that's for sure. Just. Get him a stepping stool.

He finally finds a crummy, dirty notebook and a tiny pencil somewhere under the bar and straightens back up with it in time to catch sight of Jacob being... himself. Of course. Ned raises an eyebrow, coming back around the bar to climb onto a stool again and lean back to start writing his Important List.]

I'll put nice desk on the list, shall I? And... brooms. [For this dusty fool.]

[queensberry]

And... a board to write on. And... rope. And wood to put the rope around, nails, er... more... wood... probably. [Jacob deflates a little, staring out at the empty space where the ring was meant to be. The more he talks about it, the more he's reminded it's not going to be nearly as good as he'd like.]

Think the Gods would be convinced to bless us if we asked nicely? [He folds his shirt over his arm and stoops to take his bottle back to the bar, ignoring the fact he drank out of it. It's fine.]

[trainspotter]

[Supplies are good, he'll write those down, but he stops and looks up again, wagging his pencil disapprovingly at Jacob's second comment.]

I don't want those guys involved. You want to owe a favor to someone like that? Real gods or not, I'm not interested.

[So: no. Bad idea. He looks down at the list again, to mutter to himself about other supplies. HmmMMM...]

[queensberry]

Doing favors gets you on people's good side, Wynert. Or have you forgotten why you like me? [Not a bad plan!! Jacob will let this go for now, though, in favor of taking up a stool next to Ned. Because that's not distracting.]

I couldn't do this without you, Ned. I might just owe you another one.

[trainspotter]

[Worst plan!! But hey, sweaty and shirtless, welcome to the bar. Ned looks sideways at him, still frowning.] I'll write it down, but I'm not convinced.

[So, there, see? He might be willing to compromise, if things get out of hand. "Maybe favors" goes on the list, and then maybe one more note about checking the windows, or something, before he puts the notebook down on the bar. Hmm.]

Either way, we'll see about that. If this takes off, I might not need to cash in on helping you out.

[queensberry]

If this takes off, I'll earn you more cash than you'll ever need. [Except it's like, rocks, probably. Valuable rocks. It's fine. Look at his muscles.]

And if anyone unsavory tries to get the upperhand, well... you haven't wasted your bullets, have you?

[trainspotter]

[Valuable rocks are among his favorite things, but only if they're actually valuable and not play-pretend valuable. Pros, cons. He is looking at the muscles, shut up.]

Against what, those snakes? I found a nice lady with a sword to be my escort out of there. [He's so good.]

[queensberry]

A nice lady with a sword? Just like that? [Ned's... making friends? That aren't the Frye Twins? The world must be ending.] I meant unsavory people, but that's impressive.

[trainspotter]

[Shut up, Jacob, he's sociable. He waves a hand, dismissing this impressive thing like it was actually totally ordinary. Anyway, unsavory people-]

I'd say it's a bad idea to start shooting cops—or guards, but even the guards wished me the very best of luck. Real quaint.

[queensberry]

I'm pretty sure I'll have one of them ready to knock my teeth out once we're set up. [Jacob rolls his eyes, leaning back on the bar and crossing his arms.]

I met a man who didn't hesitate to put a hole in my coat because he missed my arm. I invited him to, but-- I'm just saying, Wynert, if I'm not around... guard up.

[trainspotter]

[Ned laughs, because he isn't surprised at all. Invite all cops to get punched in the head, that's a great idea. He goes quiet after that, mercifully actually taking Jacob seriously. Guard up... it's true that he has only so many bullets and a critical lack of his usual people around, all of a sudden.

He sighs. Where is this holy coat? Let him see.] I don't ask people to hurt me, Frye. I know when to keep my head down.

[queensberry]

[We're just going to say Jacob brought his coat over to the bar with him, clearly, because that saves him getting up to go get it. Here, he'll even shake dust off of it, conveniently.]

I feel like you get trapped here long enough, and people will just start looking for excuses. [He almost looks... worried. Jacob Frye. Worried. Imagine it.] If you need The Mars back, you ask. No compromise.

[trainspotter]

[Alright, he'll take a look at the coat and see just what shit Jacob is getting himself into. There's a hole in it, indeed...]

If I run outta bullets, I'll call. [He can even do that now! Wow! He turns to drape Jacob's coat over the bar and then reaches over to pat him on the cheek. Only a little rude, it's fine.] Try not to hurt yourself worrying about me.

[queensberry]

[Jacob furrows his brows, just giving Ned a good long stare for touching his face. He didn't know what to think of this. Let's hope he's not thinking about the last time they had contact.]

I hurt myself doing other things, Ned. I don't think I have the room. [Oh, good, he's not bringing it up again. He looks ahead, shaking his head.] You like chocolate in your cookies?

[trainspotter]

[Don't look at him like that. Ned draws his hand back with perhaps more flourish than is necessary, just to indicate that hey, look, he's not touching faces anymore. Since apparently he gets looks for that. He's not touching faces for the next hour, at least.]

I'd say don't hurt yourself at all, but I know that's too much of a challenge for you. [And moving on, before anyone can catch him in an emotion,] You know how to put chocolate in cookies?

[queensberry]

You... put pieces of chocolate in the cookie. [Right?? Right. He knows, Ned, it's simple,] And you bake them. Do you want them or not, Wynert?

[Shut up, he's still distracted by face-touching.]

[trainspotter]

[Does Jacob really know anything?? Ned has doubts.]

Hey, hey, don't get ornery. I'll take 'em, sure. D'you know how to use the oven in your new place?

[Give him advance notice... to not be there.]

[queensberry]

... I know how to turn dials.

[Shut up, Ned. Jacob's going to get up and put his still-filthy shirt back on. Let's hope he's figured out the washing machine.]

I'll have perfect cookies done by the end of this week.

[trainspotter]

[Maybe Ned should go not-steal him a new shirt, since Jacob clearly won't bother for at least the rest of this cookie-week. But later.]

Well, don't let me spoil your fun! I'll find that paint while you work on your cookies. Always something to do.

[tdl: find paint. He's miserable already with no schedule.]

[queensberry]

Keep the wheels turning, Wynert.

[Jacob threw his raggedy coat over his arm, leaving the other open to pat Ned's cheek. Revenge. Unnecessary revenge.] I'll see you later.

[Off to explode his oven. No touch backsies.]

[trainspotter]

[That's going to get dust on his face....... Or: Ned just hums and raises his eyebrows, like he's just going along with all this for Jacob's sake and he has so many other things to do.

He does not. He will take that face touch and go look for paint somewhere. Don't die blowing things up.]