hadriel_logs | It's Sushi Time!

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It's Sushi Time!

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for August
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: August 10th-16th
Warnings: Murdercrabs for the murdercave. A delicacy!

It's early in the morning when you feel the telltale thud of hitting hard-packed earth. Whether you're used to the feeling or not, you'll probably have a bruise or two from hitting the ground, which is another way to say Welcome to Hadriel!

In our beautiful city of Hadriel, you can find many treasures and wonders, like the creepy cat clocks, or the baby face cuckoo clocks, or some dali clocks, or... well, they're all clocks, and lucky for you, they all have different times set on their hands!

Be careful not to spend too much time lingering around with the timepieces, as there are monsters afoot! You should be careful or you'll be overrun by war crabs! These mollusk-like creatures are several feet in diameter and a few hundred pounds, so be careful when dealing with them! They're also capable of utilizing their steam-powered machinery to launch rusty grenades and musket bullets at you- don't think that close range is a good idea either, as their sharp pincers can amputate entire limbs, and they're quicker than they seem.

You might want to get out of this place as soon as possible- maybe one of the other folks around you can lend a hand? Sure, they might be just as confused as you, but there's strength in numbers, after all!

After you've 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 August 10th-16th.
► 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!

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[Harlan would absolutely be pointing and laughing if he was spectating this garbage fire of a rescue attempt, but since it's happening to him, he's pissed. And thoroughly freaked. Suddenly he's on the ground, laying on top of some fucking stranger whose got his arms wrapped around him. The arms are off the table pretty much instantly, but that does nothing to make this situation more palatable. In short: Fuck this.

He rolls off the guy and scrambles away as fast as he can, only climbing to his feet after he's put a good few feet of distance between them. Even then, his legs are unsteady. He swallows hard, trying to get his breathing under control so he can tear this jackass a new one.

He doesn't exactly manage it, but he's impatient.]

What the fuck is your problem?

[Having the wind knocked out of him means Michael has only one thing on his mind now and that's breathing. He gasps in air for a few seconds before he even considers addressing Harlan's concerns.

Please take a number, sir, you are in line behind suffocation and possibly giant crabs.

Finally, Michael tries to sit up. Nothing is eating him yet, so the crabs are either distracted by the other people running around or they saw this ridiculous spectacle and took pity.

When he speaks, it's with some difficulty.]

I was... trying to help. You were... a plant.

So? It's just a misfire. Doesn't last forever, obviously, and crabs don't eat plants. [do they???]

You were the one running away from shit. [Yeah, he saw that.]

[No, crabs typically eat dead things. Michael knows that for no reason whatsoever, and certainly not because he has found them on bodies before.

He staggers to his feet.]

I think these crabs eat whatever they can catch, and yeah, I was running, because I don't have anything to fight them with.

[Well he does, strictly speaking, but no thank you. And his little few-inch knife doesn't seem like it'd be worth trying.]

Neither did you, when you were a plant. How was I supposed to know it'd wear off?

[He is... really having this argument right now, isn't he?]

[NERD.]

Of course it wears off. Christ. It's not like some witch put a fucking hex on me. And what were you gonna do with me if it didn't?

[WHAT WAS YOUR PLAN, NERDY SIR?]

I was going to figure that out after I got out of the Danger Zone.

[Yes, he is 100% making a Kenny Loggins reference right here right now.]

Maybe I'd stick you in a window and water you twice a day.

[Harlan gets it. It's not that clever. 4/10. Do better!!]

Thrilling. If I ever morph into a plant permanently, just douse me in weedkiller and call it a day. I'm not living on some fucking window.

[urgh.]

...Hold on. [He checks his pockets. Shit.] Where's my cat?

[Thankfully Michael is too distracted to really think about the implications of that weedkiller thing. Dark, man.

But then Harlan mentions the cat, and Michael stops to pat himself down. Did it somehow get in his pockets? Is it crawling up his back?]

It was just here a second ago, I left it on the plant- I left it on you when you were a plant.

[Sorry would you want to be trapped in a plant body for your whole life, Michael???]

She's not an "it". [Show John Frusciante some fucking respect.] Wait, she got out? I had her in my pocket. Fuck.

[He does a quick scan of the surrounding area and she's nowhere to be found. Amazing. This is exactly what he wanted.]

Which way did she go?

[No he would not but he's used to those types of sentiments being considered "unusual".]

Okay, she, sorry.

[It doesn't even sounds sarcastic. Michael is indeed looking around for the cat. He's going to feel like shit if this guy's kitten gets murdered by crabs.]

I don't- There. There it- she is.

[He points to a small dark shape darting around playfully between the tentacles of one of the nautilus creatures. Cats are... really dumb???]

[jeSUS CHRIST.]

God--okay, gimme a sec. [He takes a moment to strategize, and then heads off in the direction of said dumbass kitten.] You stay put. I'm not done with you.

[you gotta answer for your cat crimes, michael.

Once Harlan is close enough, he sends an arc of lightning into the fray. It crackles and dips into a space between two tentacles, circles around John Frusciante, and then zips back to him like some kind of electrified cat yo-yo.

It's effective, at least. He deposits the kitten on the ground in front of him, and manages to tackle her before she darts off to antagonize the nautilus again.

When Harlan returns to Michael, he's successful stowed Sciante in his jacket again... and judging from the needly claws poking through the leather, she is not happy about this.]

You're lucky as hell that I managed to grab her. I'd feed you to those things myself if you'd have gotten her fucking killed.

[Wow, okay, hi blatant witchcraft. The potted plant was one thing but this is... okay.

Michael always has the caveat that he can't really judge anything that's not as weird or weirder than being possessed by a monster-ghost. Does this qualify? Do the crab-monsters qualify? He doesn't think they do. Ergo, he will not be thinking too hard about them.]

Hey, whoa, that wasn't my fault. [He holds up his hands in mock surrender.] I mean I'm sorry, but I didn't do it. [Even he's not sure why he's apologizing, then.]

[yes good be impressed by him, michael.]

You're the one that dropped her. We would've been fine if you'd have just left me on the goddamn ground.

[But, also, his investment in this argument is waning. He'd prefer to get out of this dumb arena. He doesn't want to waste all of his energy on these lame crab things. He sighs.]

Fuck it. I'm getting out of here.

[And there he goes so BYE unless you want to follow him, M&M.]

[He is absolutely going to follow him, or at least jet in the general direction of the exit, because dying is not on his to-do list today. He does give Harlan's retreating back a kind of what the hell gesture first, but then he's gone, too. See ya, mollusk dudes.

Since he doesn't really know the way out, he'll just kind of follow Harlan. Following people is just sort of what he does, anyway.]

[So he has a shadow now, apparently.

Eh. Could be worse. Once they're out of the arena, Harlan will pause under the guise of taking in the scenery, but truth be told, it's nice to have company. This is weird as shit, even for him.]

Huh. An underground city. This would be way cooler if it came with exit signs.

[Plus, last time he was underground, shit didn't go so well.]

[Michael's not usually into people sticking around if he doesn't know them, but he's also kind of glad for the company. He'd somehow expected to end up in daylight at the end of the arena, and they... kind of do, but not exactly.

He glances up. Yeah that... that sure is a cave ceiling. Or something like it, anyway. He can't recall having ever been in a cave. Subway tunnels don't count.]

Is this like... some kind of tourist attraction?

[That's the only thing he can think of to justify the weird architecture, the undergroundness, the general weirdness of the place. That or mole people. Or cults??? He really hopes it's not a cult.]

Doubt it. Didn't you read that guide?

[Harlan's just gonna head off in a random direction, though. Time to explore!]

I take it you've never dimension-hopped before.

No, I didn't. [What guide???] And no, I haven't.

[Which begs the all-important question:] Are you telling me you have?

[Michael gives Harlan's back a weird look, because yes, he's following him.]

[Harlan rolls his eyes. Figures.] Why wouldn't you read the one piece of useful information they hooked us up with? God. And, yeah, I do it all the time. [Sort of.] It's not that big a deal.

Sorry, I was kind of busy. With the monster crabs.

[It's hard to tell if this is genuine or sass. It's probably both.]

You're- Seriously? Going to another dimension isn't a big deal?

Right, too busy being a damsel in distress, and all. Got it.

[That is definitely sass.]

Yeah, seriously. I've been to the Faewilds a couple of times, and we got sucked into some asshole's pocket dimension in Hell, too. There's a shitload of different planes, dude. This isn't anything new.

[He's serious. Or, well, not serious, but not lying. And that... is completely fucking bonkers, but okay.]

This isn't anything new to you, or this isn't anything new where you're from?

Uh, both? [He's not exactly sure what Michael means.] I get around more than the average guy, but it's not fucking Harry Potter. You don't need some secret, magical acceptance letter to get into guildwork. Anyone can do it. Most people aren't brave enough.

[Or value more respectable career paths but shut up.]

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