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]

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.

[skelebro]

What about in a pocket?

[He's mostly joking. Mostly. Har har.]

[trainspotter]

[Gross.......]

Your pockets are your business. I won't tell you what to do with 'em.

[skelebro]

Pocket it is.

[It'll be fiiiiine. Probably. His pockets are magic, if only vaguely. Don't sweat it.]

So, you sayin' you actually do have cupcakes in...stock?

[trainspotter]

[Ew....!!!]

Let's find out. [Not here with the chips, so maybe the next stack of shelves over... Eventually he'll produce what appears to be an off-brand Hostess cupcake, holding it up critically.] You sure you want one of these?

[skelebro]

[...

Looks well enough. Probably smells fine. One of those things that lasts forever, even if it ain't monster food.]

Sure. [But then comes the subject of whatever Ned might be after, which Sans really can't produce on his own.] But, uh...'fraid I'm flat broke.

[trainspotter]

[He wishes it could be money... alas, this cave city already disappoints him. He hums, poking at another little wrapped cupcake on this shelf but deciding to leave it alone.]

I could take an IOU. For something about as important as a cupcake, sometime. [yes/yes???]

[skelebro]

[Why not? He already owes Shadow a favor down the road. Might as well rack up the proverbial debt. Offer a magic healing hot dog sometime.]

You gotta deal.

[And he extends a bony hand. Wanna shake on it?




You know. If you don't mind the whoopee cushion hidden there.]