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fluxscape2020-09-26 12:26 pm
fluxscapemod) wrote in fluxscape2020-09-26 12:26 pm
Arrivals - Beachville pt 2: OTA!
Who: New Arrivals, Jerry Schiff and YOU!!
What: More arrivals show up in Beachville. There are cookies for the people that behave.
Where: The Information Booth which, while at the same place it always is, seems to have changed a tad!
When: Mid-Morning, September 27th.
Warnings: Just mind your CWs. There's probably swearing, too.
It starts off simple enough. There isn't even any warning. No feeling like something's coming. No little instinct in the back of your head or what have you that tells you change is coming. You blink, your setting has changed. It's as simple and as quick as that. From where you stand, you're surrounded by tall palm trees. The ground beneath your feet is green, a well maintained lawn like one would find in a city park. A clean, salty scent only found on untouched, tropical paradises. You can hear the sounds of the beach. People laughing, amusement park rides thundering in the background. And it's actually pretty peaceful. Even the weather is perfect. Just the right amount of Summer heat without being muggy or humid. There are tropical birds singing in the trees around you, and a light breeze in the trees, rustling the leaves. It's pleasant. Until someone clears their throat nearby. And this is when you notice you're not the only person standing there with a confused look on your face. You're part of a crowd, surrounding an information booth with an older gentleman inside, several stone paths leading away from the booth and towards the nearby beach town.
Was that information booth always there? And how long has the man inside been watching you with that look on his face that suggests he's internally sighing at your presence? He seems friendly enough, however, and once all eyes are on him, he begins speaking.
"Can I have your attention please?" he says, voice calm, lightly accented, fairly monotone, but still gets your attention just the same. And certainly 'no nonsense.' "My name is Jerry Schiff and I run the information booth. I have several envelopes with names on them, so if you hear your name, please step forward and claim your money and information."
With that, he runs down the list of names. And what do you know, your name is on that list.
When you approach, you'll be handed a packet containing money, enough to get through the month, and an information pamphlet about Beachville, along with a note from the mayor welcoming you to town and telling you your stipend only lasts so long and there are many employment opportunities in town. There's also a map with an address and a set of keys. This is where you'll live. The last thing he says to you is to check the chest in your living-room, you'll know which one, before he hands the polite people a box of cookies. They smell amazing and the box is warm, like they're very, very fresh. You might even find your favorite cookies in the box. They've won awards and are delicious. Just as an aside, though; for anyone that's rude, no cookies. For anyone that tries to take a box anyway, they'll find the box is empty. Maybe even full of dead leaves and rocks. That's what you get for acting up, apparently.
Rude enough and he'll shut the information booth windows. No amount of knocking and screaming, magic or psychic abilities will get the doors open again. The booth is pretty resistant, as is the man inside.
Once everyone has their information, Jerry will thank everyone for their cooperation, close the booth down and head into town. Try to follow him. After rounding a corner, he'll seem to vanish and no amount of looking will find him again.
It seems as though the only things left to do are either talk to the people around you, or find your new home.
What: More arrivals show up in Beachville. There are cookies for the people that behave.
Where: The Information Booth which, while at the same place it always is, seems to have changed a tad!
When: Mid-Morning, September 27th.
Warnings: Just mind your CWs. There's probably swearing, too.
It starts off simple enough. There isn't even any warning. No feeling like something's coming. No little instinct in the back of your head or what have you that tells you change is coming. You blink, your setting has changed. It's as simple and as quick as that. From where you stand, you're surrounded by tall palm trees. The ground beneath your feet is green, a well maintained lawn like one would find in a city park. A clean, salty scent only found on untouched, tropical paradises. You can hear the sounds of the beach. People laughing, amusement park rides thundering in the background. And it's actually pretty peaceful. Even the weather is perfect. Just the right amount of Summer heat without being muggy or humid. There are tropical birds singing in the trees around you, and a light breeze in the trees, rustling the leaves. It's pleasant. Until someone clears their throat nearby. And this is when you notice you're not the only person standing there with a confused look on your face. You're part of a crowd, surrounding an information booth with an older gentleman inside, several stone paths leading away from the booth and towards the nearby beach town.
Was that information booth always there? And how long has the man inside been watching you with that look on his face that suggests he's internally sighing at your presence? He seems friendly enough, however, and once all eyes are on him, he begins speaking.
"Can I have your attention please?" he says, voice calm, lightly accented, fairly monotone, but still gets your attention just the same. And certainly 'no nonsense.' "My name is Jerry Schiff and I run the information booth. I have several envelopes with names on them, so if you hear your name, please step forward and claim your money and information."
With that, he runs down the list of names. And what do you know, your name is on that list.
When you approach, you'll be handed a packet containing money, enough to get through the month, and an information pamphlet about Beachville, along with a note from the mayor welcoming you to town and telling you your stipend only lasts so long and there are many employment opportunities in town. There's also a map with an address and a set of keys. This is where you'll live. The last thing he says to you is to check the chest in your living-room, you'll know which one, before he hands the polite people a box of cookies. They smell amazing and the box is warm, like they're very, very fresh. You might even find your favorite cookies in the box. They've won awards and are delicious. Just as an aside, though; for anyone that's rude, no cookies. For anyone that tries to take a box anyway, they'll find the box is empty. Maybe even full of dead leaves and rocks. That's what you get for acting up, apparently.
Rude enough and he'll shut the information booth windows. No amount of knocking and screaming, magic or psychic abilities will get the doors open again. The booth is pretty resistant, as is the man inside.
Once everyone has their information, Jerry will thank everyone for their cooperation, close the booth down and head into town. Try to follow him. After rounding a corner, he'll seem to vanish and no amount of looking will find him again.
It seems as though the only things left to do are either talk to the people around you, or find your new home.
Evie Grimhilde - CRAU Voidtreck - OTA
[Arrival: ]
"Oh." Listen, it's not the most eloquent of reactions, Evie is more than aware of that. It's also not a reaction of shock or surprise or alarm. It's one that is clearly an annoyed but intrigued this again in tone. She'd gone from a train traveling the void, to a growing colony in space, to here. This really isn't her first foray into traveling unexpectedly, and she's hopeful it's not her last. As much as the blue haired princess with the tiara and punk-rock aesthetic wishes to be home, she was getting into traveling from world to world at a blink.
Approaching the man at the information booth, Evie is polite and patient, nodding as she listens. She takes her packet of information, reading her address and smiling at it with some amusement. "Number Four Auradon Avenue," she says, shaking her head some at the name, and looking a little wistful for it. Turning to look at Jerry, she gives him a polite nod and a thank you before turning...and almost walking smack into the person behind her.
"Oh, my Fairy Godmother!" she says, sounding startled and embarrassed and dropping a few of her items on the semi-sandy ground below. "I didn't know you were there. Are you okay?"
[Beachville Boardwalk and Amusements. ]
It's been a few hours since her arrival and Evie's found her home. She couldn't have been happier to see her starter castle from her world, even with things missing inside, and once she was sure she was settled and she'd found her six items in a lovely box that seemed magic and made just for her, Evie set about exploring this new universe.
Of course, for someone who lived for music and joy, the boardwalk was certainly a draw for her. It was the laughter and the lights and the sounds of people thoroughly enjoying themselves, sounds she lived for and couldn't stop herself from smiling at.
Nor could she stop herself from buying a bag of red and blue cotton candy. There were enough groceries at home where she could eat something healthy, but for now she was going to enjoy the soft and sugary confection that seemed color coded just for her.
As she passes people, she'll give them a smile and a wave and a sing-song 'hello!' in greeting and if people approach to talk, she'll absolutely continue on a conversation.
Arrival
But not the older woman who was 15 years Evie's senior, no, this was the young 14-year-old that their mother despised above all else, who she had tried to murder.
"There, right as rain. Oh, I do hope you're alright."
Re: Arrival
This was Snow White. Her Step-sister. So much younger than Evie, which isn't how it is back home, so she worries about where in her own life Snow is. She's sure she herself doesn't exist yet, and the Snow from her world didn't seem to know who she was.
So there's a brief second when Evies unable to find the right words to say, and then she shakes her head, blue hair waving slight and tiara catching the light of the sun. And then she smiles, her smile very like her mothers but so much kinder and warmer.
"I'm fine," she says, taking the items carefully from Snow White and giving her a small nod of thanks. "You just arrived, didn't you? Just like...I think all of the people around the booth did."
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She shook her head and offered a bright smile, shaking off the feeling. How unkind of her!
"I'm so glad you're alright! And I did! Can I let you in on a little secret, when I first arrived, I thought this might be heaven! I've never been to such a beautiful beach before! Why, I've never been to a beach before at all! Oh! But where are my manners? It's so nice to meet you, my name is Snow White! What's your name?"
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As warm as Evie was being, she wasn't quite feeling herself. Evie felt unnerved, staring at the face she knew. But she was going to smile through it. This was Snow White. A significantly younger one, probably from before her mother tried to murder her with an apple. At least...she thought she was going to be alright until Snow asked for her name.
And here it was...the moment she wasn't ready for, but came just the same.
"Evie...Evie Grimhilde. It's a pleasure to meet you, Snow," Evie says, the smile on her face genuine. "Where do they have you staying?"
Because Evie wants to make sure Snow is happy and safe.
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"Evie, oh why that-" Snow was about to say it was a beautiful name, because it was. But then the last name came, a name she knew by heart. "Oh- Oh my! H-How funny! You have the same last name as my stepmother! It's not a very common name, so I'm just a bit surprised." Snow didn't intend on assuming, after all, even if this girl looked like a younger, gentler, prettier, and kinder version of her stepmother didn't MEAN anything. Evie having the same NAME as her stepmother didn't mean anything either.
"But Evie is a beautiful name, you know. Perfect for someone as lovely as you are!"
When Evie asked about where she was staying, Snow White pulled out her packet, and opened it up, pulling out the key and address.
"I haven't found it yet, but-" she showed the address to Evie, and it was the exact same address as Evie's. "Perhaps we live close to one another, Evie!"
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Now the harder part. "I'm starting to think there's some kind of magic at work that brings the past and the future together like this. Whatever the case, I'm glad."
Tilting her head a bit to look at the address, she lets out a small, warm laugh and pulls out her own housing information. "Snow, you're my roommate. Look."
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Snow pressed a hand to her mouth, stunned for a long moment. She felt her vision get blurry and then, all at once, even though her smile was watery, she quickly reached out and wrapped up Evie in a hug.
"I have a sister!" she pressed a kiss to Evie's brow. "Oh... I've always, always longed for more family." Truly, it was, above all else, her deepest desire to be loved and cared for by her family. And here she had it. Her precious little sister! She held onto Evie tightly.
"I'm so glad, I really am, I'm-" she reached up and held Evie's cheeks. "Oh, oh I've always longed for family. And here you are."
The fact that they lived together didn't even surprise Snow White, of course they lived together, they were sisters! More than anything else, they should be together. "Oh, I'm sure you must be so used to me being older, I hope it's alright that I'm not that age. Oh, but we can still do so many exciting things together! Maybe even more so now! How old are you? How many years are we apart! Oh... I realize... actually, maybe we haven't met, I think I am dead back home. But still, it's so splendid to be with you now!"
[Beachville Boardwalk and Amusements. ]
It was as he was walking past someone who called out a cheerful hello and smiled, that Gladio had a strange sense of deja vu. He could have sworn he'd seen that face and heard that voice somewhere else.
He turned, he could almost place it... He just couldn't remember her name, as they'd never been formally introduced. Still he walked a bit closer and called out. "... I've seen you before... right?"
Re: [Beachville Boardwalk and Amusements. ]
She's already turning to look at him when he calls out to her, a smile on her face as she does so.
"I believe so," she says in her soft voice, placing her hands on her hips for a moment as she thinks. Just to be sure, before saying anything.
"Were you on that train in the Void?" she asks after just a moment or two.
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He laughed then and stepped forward, hand outstretched. "Don't think I got the chance back then, but hey, names Gladio. You new to this place or...?" Or had she been there long enough she could tell him more about the place. He had questions. Mainly why he was pulled from the Train to be here in the first place.
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"Evie Grimhilde. It's good to see you, and a pleasure to meet you, too."
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"Pleasures mine." Gladio replied smoothly with a warm smile. "So tell me? What do you do around here? Anywhere I should keep in mind? Things we need to kill here?"
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Gladios question gets an apologetic shrug from her. "I'm not sure. I've only been here a few hours. Honestly, I've been looking for a train station, just in case this is something we have to investigate for the train, but we're on an island. The only modes of transportation I've seen are scooters which you can apparently rent on the FluxPhones for a few hours."
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"Is that what those things are?" Gladio... may not have read the leaflet they'd been given. He'd had distractions and had promised himself to check it out later. Maybe that had been a mistake. "I'd hoped this wasn't something Void related, so that's reassuring." Really reassuring.
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She hoped he found happiness there. "They are! They're pretty useful, and fitting for a beach town."
The comment about the Void has Evie looking somewhat relieved. "Thank the Fairy Godmother for that. If it was, I feel as though there'd have been some manner of mission briefing. But, there wasn't."
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Arrival
Re: Arrival
"I'm fine. Thank you for helping me pick my things up. Did you just arrive, too?"
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Board Walk/Amusements
That's unusual.
Bruce gives her an easy smile and a nod in return. It is still weird passing people on the street realizing that people don't know who he is. Being a celebrity his entire life (no matter how unwanted) to being just another business man is certainly a shift. Then again, maybe it'll make things easier. That is if he ever needs the Bat.
Re: Board Walk/Amusements
So she turns on the heel of her custom made boots, the colors and embellishments on the shoes matching her dress, and she heads over to him with a polite 'excuse me'.
"Hi. Sorry to bother you. Have you been in Beachville long?" she asks, looking somewhat hopeful.
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"It's the strangest thing," she does say after a moment. "I found my house and it's quite literally my house from my world. Is that normal for here?"
Now, ask questions in the name of science and trying to understand something? That's absolutely a thing Evie will do.
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It struck him as odd. He hadn't heard of that happening at all. "Then again, I found my car here."
Re: Evie Grimhilde - CRAU Voidtreck - OTA
She was about to leave when someone walked into her. She crouched to help the girl gather her fallen things. "I'm fine, takes more than that to hurt me," she assured the younger girl. "You okay?" As the words were leaving her mouth her dingbot came out of her apron and started helping to gather the fallen items, offering them up.