INTRO LOG: BLACK CATS & WALKING UNDER LADDERS

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for February.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-13th
Warnings: Fresh meat, creepy moving shadows, terrible luck, the screams of your loved ones.

Welcome to Hadriel, new friends. While waking up on the ground of a broken colosseum may not be the most pleasant arrival, you can at least find comfort in the fact that there's no giant monster immediately attempting to eat you. Plenty of the people already here will tell you that they weren't quite so lucky. But - wait. Is that something moving in the shadows, or is it just your imagination?

Of course it's not just your imagination. That would be way too easy. No, arriving along with everyone this time are wraiths, vengeful spirits that enjoy darkness, shadows, and misery. On the plus side, they won't try to kill you. On the minus side, their touch chills you and saps your energy, as well as inflicting a temporary curse of awful luck. Anything that can go wrong, will, including (and especially) things that might kill you. Wraiths are subtle and sneaky, so be sure to watch your back. That shadow isn't just a shadow.

Compounding the confusion the wraiths can cause, you just might wake up to the sound of chattering voices - only to be quite alone. A small flock of jabberjays has come through the Door as well. These genetically engineered birds are capable of mimicking entire human voices and conversations - as well as screams of terror and pain. Initially only in the arena and bringing only conversations from their world, they'll soon settle throughout the city and begin to learn the voices of those living in Hadriel. Your best friend screaming bloody murder just a street over? It could be them, or it could just be one of these lovely birds. Don't let it stress you out.

Once you've escaped the colosseum, hopefully without accidentally impaling yourself on your own weapon, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers February 10th-13th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
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Comments

[krangke]

(Newt just kind of blinks slowly and obliviously. He realizes he's missed some sort of something but that's not new. This time it has nothing to do with his state- he just kind of winds up looking from Peter to Thom and then back to Peter as if asking him to explain what he just missed.

You're so lucky, Thom. Newt's pretty oblivious to a lot of accidental innuendos.

Peter begins rattling off the house rules and the funny thing is Newt just looks proud of him. He smiles a bit and reaches out, patting Peter on his face.)

Look at that. You're so well-trained.

(He coos the last bit at Peter like he's a giant puppy. Which, you know, he basically kind of is. He removes his hand from Peter and drops it onto the table.)

[hopecanruinyou]

Tell me about it. [thom groans lowly and yep, he's hiding his face in his hands again, thought at least this time it's only for a moment before raising his head again and he isn't even blushing this time.

his foot in mouth thing isn't really anything new, he's kind of used to making a fool of himself, it's almost... comfortable in its familiarity. except for how there's nothing comfortable about this sort of thing at all, of course.]

Oh, I don't smoke. [he hurries to reassure(???) peter, only for a laugh to get startled out of him by newt's treatment of peter, which he quickly smothers by covering his mouth with both hands.]

[werewolfing]

That's okay, you can start anytime. I'm slowly corrupting Newt.

[smoking, he means. he doesn't sound in the slightest bit repentant, either. he rolls his eyes at newt patting his cheek, but doesn't move away from it, just gives an extremely halfhearted swat at the other boy's arm that makes it clear he's used to and tolerant of this.]

What can I say, I like to be fed.