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Welcome to Haven:

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.

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Resourceful is what she does. She may have already done it before, too.

She sits on the sofa as he goes to get his kit. "It's really okay. I have a kit as well. Cleaned it up best I could and I'm not bad at stitching. I do it all the time." Although she sounds a little too tired to make it sound convincing.

"I hear you," he called from the other room, "but that doesn't mean a second set of eyes won't help." He worries, and he's normally the team mom. She'll get used to it.

"Besides, you said you were stung. What if those creatures are poisonous?"

She doesn't have a team mom. Or a team, most of the time. She's usually on her own, patching herself up as best she can along the way.

"I hadn't thought of that. I don't feel sick."

Well, she does now, as long as they're roommates. She'll just have to learn to live with his worrying. At least she'll benefit from it.

"Where I come from, there are fiends with all kinds of toxins. Some of them burn you up from the inside. Others just put you into a sleep you can't wake up from without an antidote." He spoke as he checked over her wound. "We've never been to this reality before. You can't be too careful." Evidently satisfied with the appearance of her arm, though, he nods and stands. "But I think you're okay."

"Where I'm from everyone has a gun. Or a knife. Or a bomb." She has a few scars from such things as well. It also has to do with the people she hangs out with. "Your world sounds a little scary."

She sits quietly as he examines her arm and when he appears to be finished, she gives him another smile. "Thanks, coach."

"That sounds about right." He's got his share of scars, too, both mental and physical. It came from growing up an orphan, and from living at the bottom of the barrel of a fascist government. After a while, it made you bitter, and it made you value the lives around you. "It can be pretty scary, but there's a lot of good people in it, too."

He inclines his head, but whether it's an unspoken 'you're welcome' or identifying himself as one of the good ones is up in the air. "It's actually a lot like this place." Being Haven. "It's spooky. I was planning on finding the bar to see what the locals have to say about it. You feeling up to it?"

Helix has her mental scars as well, but like most things, she isn't going to talk about them. At least not yet, that's for certain. There are specifics she doesn't think need to be gone over.

"There's a bar?" That perks her up. "Hell, yeah. Let's go!"

He might mention things if something comes up, though talking about homeworlds is fine. It explains what one another is capable of.

"A huge collection of people who are hot and live in shipping containers? If they don't unwind at the end of the night with a strong drink, I don't think I want to know 'em." He grinned. "I haven't found it yet, but I'm sure it's around here. And," he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. "We have a ride, as long as you don't mind double dutching a bike."

"Lets hope they have some way to unwind, if not drinking, as well." A bunch of cranky, hot people isn't a good combination. That way only leads to violence.

"Sure! I don't mind." She's walked here from town, so any chance to stay off her feet for the rest of the night is golden to her.

"Trust me, people who are downtrodden always find a way to distill some medicine. It may not taste like much, but it'll get the job done." It was necessary, even, depending on the situation.

"Awesome. Let me grab my piece and we can roll out." They weren't exactly dressed for a night out, at least not top-side back home, but it suited this Haven place well enough. If it weren't for the phones, they'd fit right in.

"It shouldn't be like that," she says quietly and seriously. She looks down and frowns for a brief moment but then she's back to her smiling self.

"All right." Helix stands and stretches her arm out a little, making sure it isn't going to hinder any activity that might come up. She's got a great left hook. "Let's go."

"No, it shouldn't, but I've never known 'shoulds' to fix problems." He breathed a sigh as he moved to his room, retrieving his handgun and pocketing a second clip.

"Copy." He moved to the door and headed out. He's a nice guy and all, but nice manners like opening doors for girls is sort of beyond him. "Should we take the scenic route, see where everything is?"

"No, they don't." It's said as he moves into the room. She runs her hands through her hair while he's gone, checking out things in a mirror on the wall.

When he returns, she's ready to go. "Hey, whatever you want. I'm just the passenger here."

It was odd. He'd ever actually owned a bike before. They were just too expensive. Now that he did, though, he was oddly protective of the thing. He smirked at her response, nodding as he slid his worn pistol into its hip holster after checking the safety.

"Damn right. Let's roll."

And he headed outside, where the bike was parked. He took a seat and patted the faux leather behind him. "Hop on."

She grins and follows him outside. Settling behind him, she wraps her arms around him for support.

"Let's fly!"

Biggs' physique wasn't one you would expect from someone who trained on a regular basis, but he was lithe and well-muscled in the way that suggested he was no stranger to strenuous labor. He kicked started the bike and off they went, with no real direction in mind other than 'find the bar'.

"So, what do you make of this place so far?" Their faces were close enough to afford conversation, at least at the speeds they could achieve in the city itself.

"Hot and dangerous. The locals are stressed out." She raises her voice a little to be heard, but it's no inconvenience.

She thinks a bit more before saying anything else. Sure there are creatures out in the darkness, but in town? It seems relatively safe except for the mood the people are in. There has to be something more. "I can't put my finger on it, but I have a bad feeling about this place."

"If you lived in a shipping container under two suns, you'd probably be pretty stressed out, too." Not to mention there was nothing suggesting who actually ran this place. "That train we come in on came from somewhere. This was the last stop."

Which meant the tracks probably help answers, mist or no. "Nobody chooses to live like this. Whoever's in charge is probably worth that bad feeling."

She probably would, but that doesn't explain the level of stress - and fear - some of the locals have been showing.

"You think someone runs this place? Any ideas?"

No it didn't, but something did. It could have simply been the poverty and the heat, but like he'd said, nobody chose to live like this. They were forced into it, normally by people a lot bigger and stronger than them.

Or a lot of someones.

"Someone has to. The train comes from somewhere, and it returns somewhere. There aren't any power plants or reactors here, but they have power. The only thing that's not connecting for me is...nobody here seems to leave on that train. It came here, it dropped us and a lot of other people off, and then it left. Nobody gets on to head to work somewhere else and come back to Haven. It's...weird."

She hasn't quite been here long enough to do any detective work - not that she's a detective. But Biggs has been here longer, it seems, and he's got some good ideas.

"We should try it some time. Get on the train and see where it goes."

He hasn't been around long enough to do much detective work himself, but this place reminds him way too much of home not to draw similarities between the two. He might be really off about it, but he's got a feeling in his gut that he's not.

"I was thinking something a little more adventurous." He smiles, even. Because as dangerous as it was, running perpendicular to the status quo, he had to admit...sometimes it was rush. "When you were a kid, did you ever live near railroads?"

It takes her a minute to reply. Technically, her childhood is classified information. Truthfully, she doesn't actually remember. But now isn't the time to go into all of that.

"Not that I'm aware of." Sounding casual on the back of a bike is an easy thing. "I'm up for an adventure."

Not that she was aware of? Okay...

"So, instead of getting on, I say we put together some supplies, maybe some extra weapons to deal with the monsters out there, and follow the tracks."

Extra weapons for certain. Lots of them. It sounds like a great idea.

"Well, we can't get too lost that way, can we. It'll be fun."

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