hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Welcome to the Snave (snake cave)

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.
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More than one would find comfortable, that's for sure. She knows that there are more than one of 'her' in said multiverse -- at least, one akin to her. Something that can see and hear and there's not a damned thing to be done about it.

"Correct," she confirms, her laughter stifled. "Don't want to let too many butterflies go, but some people just can't help it. You may know something about that, wouldn't you?"

The threads come in many different colors, shapes and sizes, leading to different yet similar and new outcomes. Everyone has them. Some just more so than others.

God.

Not another one.

"Can't you just sneak one of those peeks and see if I do for yourself?" A joke, a challenge, and a line out for an answer, all rolled into one. Convenient, yeah? Sure is. Sure is real, real handy and convenient. Coupled with the tap of a phalanx against his temporal region, no less.

That challenge does not go beyond her notice. She only chuckles at it.

"Oh, I could. I would. But then, where is the fun in always doing that?"

While, yes, she could abandon all forms of conversation and weed out every little detail from one's brain. Know every answer before it is even uttered. That is no way to live, though -- even if her life had ended a long, long time ago.

Oh, good. He's talkin' to yet another person who more or less refuses to invade people's states of privacy outta the sheer goodness of their heart, however long that's liable to last.

"Yeah, that sure is a word for it," he says evenly. "Fun."

Everybody's about to have a lot more fun, it feels like. Never thought he'd get to a point where he'd be preferrin' Ushahin over somebody else, but he'll take the devil he knows over the one he don't.

"Would you rather I call it something else?" Ravine asks, somewhat tempting Sans here.

She can tell that he's wary, even without knowing what she can do and her own ability to pry with minimal effort. And while a stray thought may creep in every now and then, she's going to keep to herself if she can help it. Watch how things go.

Wait it out.

Brot's tail flicks around the bones of his ankles, signifying that the little fox has returned from whatever detour he took in the interim.

"Call it what you like." He hitches one shoulder in a partial shrug, wearily. He don't have the energy for this. "Just appreciate it if you kept it to a minimum."

"Your complaint has been noted," Ravine says, imitating the politeness of a phone rep reading from a script. But then, more sincere: "In all fairness, however, you were the one challenging me to 'sneak a peak' just a few seconds ago."

Just saying.

Yeah, that's pretty bullshit. His grin ain't much for skepticism, and he keeps it even and steady, as much as his tone, for all the scorn behind the words.

"Makin' it completely all right if you actually do that, yeah? Ain't your fault if you can't interpret the will of the little people."

She shrugs at his little slight.

"Those are your words. Not mine."

"Sure."

It's curt. People like her? Well, they ain't generally likely to admit to the unsettling nature of their powers. Don't matter to them any, huh? Ushahin was the same; the implications of how it felt only really occurred to him when that proverbial blade was turned back against him. No, her words were all about just not being able to help it. About calling an invasion of privacy a complaint.

Yeah. He's done here.

He's already turning aside, his smile utterly mirthless.

"Whatever makes you feel better."

Intro Log: Welcome to the Snave (snake cave)

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