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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.
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!"