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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-03-10 09:15 am

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.
► 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!
trainspotter: (gestures)

[personal profile] trainspotter 2017-03-15 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[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: (of all those pretty)

[personal profile] queensberry 2017-03-15 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
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: (this is inconsiderate)

[personal profile] trainspotter 2017-03-15 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[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: (i'm not your knight)

[personal profile] queensberry 2017-03-15 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[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: (stop being wrong about pearl)

[personal profile] trainspotter 2017-03-15 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[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: (it)

[personal profile] queensberry 2017-03-16 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[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: (alright. stupid but alright.)

[personal profile] trainspotter 2017-03-16 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
[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: (i got it)

[personal profile] queensberry 2017-03-16 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
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: (gestures)

[personal profile] trainspotter 2017-03-16 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[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: (of all those pretty)

[personal profile] queensberry 2017-03-17 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
... 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: (okay..............)

[personal profile] trainspotter 2017-03-17 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[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: (just because)

[personal profile] queensberry 2017-03-17 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
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: (stares at jacob like this every day)

[personal profile] trainspotter 2017-03-17 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]