Welcome to Haven:

[fluxscapemod]

What: It's moving day for everyone.
Where: Haven MagLev Train/Haven Train Station and then Jerry's Info Booth for the Newbies.
When: 04/28 - Morning
Warnings: There will be swearing, probably mentions of violence. Will update as needed.

This FluxOver starts a lot differently than the others. For starters, everyone and we mean everyone is waking up on a train. No one's waking up in their homes. The first sound anyone hears isn't an alarm clock. It's the steady hum and squeal of the MagLev train just barely skimming it's rails as it makes a turn towards the Haven Train Station and then a deep, gravely, lightly accented male voice saying:

"Haven Train Station! Last stop! Everyone off!

And then the grinding of brakes as the train slows down to a bit of a harsh stop. With so many people stuffed into the train like sardines, it's probably hot and crowded, and everyone wants off. It's also very likely you're going to wake up leaning on someone. Do you know them? Are they a stranger? Let's hope you didn't drool while you were sleeping, or snore too loudly.

When the doors open, the heat probably gets a bit worse and the crowd is very eager to get off the train. Jostling and bumping, it seems as though no one cares who they smack into, they just want off. Since it's the last stop, it's probably best you depart, too. Should you choose to stick on the train, you'll find that while it does depart the Haven Train Station eventually, it just goes through a foggy area that seems to lead right back to the Haven Train Station. It'll keep doing so until you depart the train. Once the last person is off, the train will roll away and disappear in the distance.


For all the newcomers, you'll feel an impulse to go right to the very ramshackle-looking information booth, where a gentleman named Jerry has your information packet. For everyone else, your phones will start buzzing and a voice will start giving you directions, leading you back home and we're sorry to say it, but your homes have taken on the external appearance of everything else around them. Pieced together, rusty. Built more for survival and less for visual appeal.

Again; externally. Internally, you'll find that nothings changed and home is just as you remember it. And for anyone that got anything for FluxMas, you'll find your stuff waiting for you in the kitchen of your homes. Unless it's a vehicle. You'll find the keys to that in your pockets, shortly after stepping into your houses.

Settle in. Explore. Find your friends.

Welcome to Haven.

Comments

Miles Morales - OTA

[idontgetpaid]

Train

It was O'Malley's unhappy meowing that caused Miles to stir, and after taking a moment for his brain to reboot, he pushed away from the window he'd been leaning against to look around the train. Finding himself crammed in a train started to overwhelm his senses a bit, and when the train came to a stop and the announcement blared ordering everyone off, Miles was more than happy to oblige.

Until he took a step off the train, and was immediately hit with the intense heat. Shielding his eyes as best as he could, he carefully shifted the his bag as his orange-striped tabby cat settled inside.

"Well...looks like we're not in Driftcrest anymore, bud," Miles said over his shoulder. As O'Malley took shade inside his backpack, he walked around a bit, looking for anyone he might recognize.

Home

While Miles had been disheartened to see how the house looked when he arrived, he was glad to see the inside hadn't changed. So he headed up to his room, placing his bag down to let O'Malley out and stretch. As he was checking to make sure all his things were there, he noticed a rather familiar-looking mallet lying on his bed, completely out of place compared to everything else.

Carefully picking it up, he spotted the tag with his name on it and couldn't help laughing a little. "All right then," he murmured, setting it down again. He had no idea what to do with it, but he'll have to find something. It was here now, after all.

Once he had everything settled, Miles grabbed a few spray cans and headed back outside (without O'Malley this time, the poor little guy couldn't be convinced to go out again). While trying to find the house he'd noticed that, while most of the buildings looked pretty...run-down, there had been a lot of color decorating the buildings, and even the people.

And he thought, since they were already there, why not try to blend in?

So, after taking a moment to think of a good design, he got started on decorating the house.

...he probably should've checked with his housemates first, but. Here we go.

Exploring: Wildcard

Since it seemed he had a bit of a project on his hands, Miles could be seen heading to the Craft Store to pick up more spray paints, and had even gotten O'Malley to accompany
him. But he was taking his time, looking around the new town, so you can catch him anywhere.

Re: Miles Morales - OTA

[hibana_incursa]

There’s a tiny, pink and brown pig watching him. He has on a red and blue collar with star shaped dog tags and his owner is somewhere nearby, but she’s letting the pig watch the scene and settle in from the comfort of a tree branch. She kind of loves watching Miles go at things with spraypaint.

Meanwhile the micro pig is sniffing in the dirt nearby, grunting softly and investigating his surroundings.

[idontgetpaid]

As he was deciding what color he wanted to use next, Miles spotted the little pig. With a curious smile, he hopped off the ladder he was sitting on (having to pretend to be normal was such a hassle) and knelt down, holding his hand out to the pig.

"Hey there, little guy," he said. When the pig came closer he took a look at the collar, and he couldn't help a laugh. "Oh man, are you serious right now?"

[hibana_incursa]

Gwen laughs, too, swinging down from the tree and landing nearby in a crouch. Peter Porker nosed into Miles hand and then looks up at him, tail still wagging hard before he turns and trots back over to Gwen, still making his happy grunting sounds.

"Did you see his name? Isn't it the best?"

[idontgetpaid]

He happily pet the pig while he could, then watches as it wanders back to Gwen.

"I did, and it's amazing," he says with another laugh. "Where did you get 'im?"

[hibana_incursa]

"He was in my room when I got home. Just hanging out and waiting for me," Gwen states, smiling softly and scratching the bitty pig behind the ears. "I went to the library and checked out a few books on taking care of pigs."

Which she seems to have enjoyed reading.

"Hawk got a dog. There's now a German shepherd living in our house. His name is Nacho. He has a service dog vest. Pretty sure he's an emotional support dog, but don't tell Hawk that. He's just glad to have the furry guy."

[idontgetpaid]

"Nice." He snickers. "That reminds me, I gotta show you what I found in my room when we got here."

Walking over to where they were, he bends down to pet Peter Porker again. "Man, the house is turning into a regular animal shelter."

[mal_adaptive]

"Hey!" Miles might have heard the soft noise of an engine running as Mal pulled up on her Vespa but she is turning it off now while remaining focused on him. Climbing off with a curious smile, she makes her way over towards him, glancing over his work quickly and then back to him.

"You spraypaint too?" She looks at what he has done so far, seemingly impressed. What can she say? She appreciates the skill.

[idontgetpaid]

The sound of the engine draws him from his work, and he glances down from the ladder to see Mal pull up. With a grin, he carefully climbs down the ladder he's sitting on, skipping the last two steps to hop down and land in front of her.

"Yup," he says with a grin. "Though to be honest, spray painting's still a little new for me, so I'm still learning the best way to use 'em. But art's always been a big thing for me."

[mal_adaptive]

"Yeah, me too." She likes all kinds of art but there is no doubt that spray painting holds a special place in her heart.

"So what are you working on?" She asks, glancing at Miles again with a smile while reaching down to pick one of the cans up. She shakes it a little, looking to see what color she has grabbed.

[idontgetpaid]

He looks over with a surprised smile of his own. He's never done a collab with anyone else before, so this was a different. Not unwelcome, though.

"I dunno," he admits, holding his hands up to frame a section of the wall. "I was just kind of throwing things together and seeing what comes up. I'm thinking maybe something a bit abstract."

[mal_adaptive]

Mal eyes the section of wall in question, pursing her lips briefly as she considers what to do. There are a lot of ideas that come to mind rather quickly but she lets him take the lead since it is his home, not hers.

"Do you want a word worked in?" She asks curiously. "Anything at all?"

[idontgetpaid]

He considers that for a moment, flipping a spray can in the air and catching it. If this was going to be seen by the nearby locals, it should be something that they could resonate with while not being offensive.

"...Maybe 'survive'? That's not too on point, is it?"

[mal_adaptive]

"No, it sounds just right to me."

Shaking her can, she eyed the wall once more before stepping closer and pressing down on the nozzle. She was focused and quiet then as she started to work, clearly having some skill and experience with this kind of art.

[idontgetpaid]

Popping the top off a couple of cans, Miles soon went to work as well. Things passed quietly for a moment, with the two of them focused on the wall in front of them.

After a bit of time passed, though, Miles glanced over with a grin. "Looks like you've definitely done this kinda thing before."

[mal_adaptive]

"I did a lot of this back home where I grew up," Mal replied without looking at him, remaining focused on the particular spot where she was layering some of the paint to create an edge. "It was a lot like this place. Dirty, dark, kind of dangerous. I liked painting to add some color, especially around our territory."

It was something she didn't get to do a lot of these days.

[idontgetpaid]

He looked towards her again, quiet a moment. He couldn't even imagine trying to grow up anywhere like this place.

After a few more minutes, he finally said, "I'm...sorry to hear that. About where you grew up. It must have been pretty tough." Then he glanced at the spot she was painting. "But if you were as good then as you are now, then you're old place definitely brightened up a bit when you were done with it."

Because she was definitely good.

[mal_adaptive]

"It was but it was okay too. I had a good crew and we looked out for each other," She might also be missing the fact that they had kind of terrorized the Isle in their own little way too. But it was that or suffer being pushed around which she wouldn't have allowed. Her mother wouldn't have allowed it either.

Then she smiled as she thought of their little hangout, nodding. "It was. I actually find myself missing it a lot sometimes but they won't really allow spray painting at the school I was sent to or the castle."

"But you're really good too," She smiled at him once more. "Do you tag a lot of places?"

[idontgetpaid]

"Really? That's a bummer." Granted, his school back home probably wouldn't let them spray paint either, but he could at least find other places to put art up.

"Thanks. To be honest, I've only recently started tagging with spray paints. I've always worked on art, though. Mostly just doodles and colors in a notebook."