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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.
Prompto Argentum | FFXV | CRAU- That one train place
Prompto walked right into Gladio, who had stopped abruptly. He'd been distracted with tugging his gray, fur cloak tighter around him as he'd followed behind the larger man. His outfit could've been a custom for Game of Thrones except for the strange faint purple hue on the underside of his cloak and tunic. His mind was full with the mission details and what they were about to face. He hadn't expected the sudden stop.
However, with an 'oof' and falling to the ground on his butt, he noticed they weren't at all where he'd thought they were. Where were the dark, stormy skies and unhappy villagers? Where was the rest of the blue team? Where was the pack he had on his back?
He scrambled to his feet and gazed around unsure what he was seeing. Hearing someone clear their throat, he whipped around and aimed the lion's heart at the source. He blinked in surprise when he saw it was just an older gentleman in a booth. He lowered the gun and flushed. "I'm so sorry! I didn't- I didn't realize.. I- we were.." He just didn't have the words to explain himself. Instead, he looked up at Gladio for help.
[Arrival: After he got his packet, but still at the info booth- OTA]
Prompto had gotten sidetracked from the envelope he'd been given by Jerry when he spotted what were in the warm box. Frosted sugar cookies with yellow chocobo faces on them. A whole box of them! He plopped down right on the ground where he was standing and tore into the box. Taking one out and humming a very pleased note, he finally looked around to notice the other people and the beach. Huh.. this was awesome!
[Arrival: Initial reaction- Locked to Me!]
His expression softened and he held out a hand to Prompto to help him up. "It's alright, love. I figure this guy's seen worse. You didn't mean it." It was the train. The train had them jumping at shadows. Everything was a threat. Even the most tranquil of places had some hidden danger lurking.
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"No idea. Could be? But then why..." He looked around, taking in the fact there were others with them, and a beach in the distance. "... Why here? Who're these others?"
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"You don't think.. this is really similar to how the platform days were."
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"Sure does to me..." Gladio did not sound too happy with this. How the hell had they managed to go from one thing to another? Was this some kind of... of graduation? Or what? A demotion? They weren't good enough for the train so they were sent somewhere else? How the hell did these things work?
He was getting one of those headaches...
"We're never gettin home, are we?"
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He was about to say something else when his name was called. He let go of Gladio's hand briefly to go pick up his envelope. He frowned when he didn't get a box, so he told Jerry again how sorry he was for pointing the gun at him. This resulted in getting handed a box. Score!
He came back and- "COOKIES!" He grinned looking up at Gladio like he'd never seen cookies before. "Look! They're chocobos! They're so cute!"
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He smiled when Prompto left to get his things though, and his apology. When Prompto returned he showed off his cookies. "They're pretty good Chocobo's as well."
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He opened the box and took one out. Stuffing it in his mouth, he hummed a pleased note. Yep, very very good cookies. This place was a good. It had cookies.
Except..
"Wonder where Noct is."
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"... Either he's got here before us... he's late... or..." He wasn't there at all. Had whatever power that brought them to this world just brought the two of them? Was Noct still on that damn train? His heart sank.
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He summoned his camera and grinned. "The armiger works, so he's got to be around here somewhere."
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Lowering the packet, he leaned over a little, careful not to tip his box of cookies over onto the ground, and asked, "What kind of cookies did you get?" It seemed a safe enough question to start with, before jumping into heavier topics like the kidnapping thing.
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He hesitated about taking one, though. "Would it be all right if I had one?" As if the guy hadn't literally just offered.
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"Sure! Go ahead." He shook the box a little, coaxing the guy to take one. "Any idea what we're doing here instead of on the train?"
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"Thank you," he added, reaching out to take a cookie. "What train?" He definitely hadn't been anywhere near a train before this, but he'd already figured that people had been snatched from different locations. Otherwise he would've recognized a lot of fellow students.
COOKIES!!!!!!!!!
"This is not a great place to sit, you know. There's a bench right over there." She pointed with her cookie hand towards a bench a little ways away to his left.
Re: COOKIES!!!!!!!!!
"Would you like one?" He offered her his box of cookies.
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"I would be willing to trade you one of mine for one of yours." She pulled out one of her own cookies and set it in his box, and took one of the chocobo cookies out of his, looking at it. She smiled slightly. "They gave you chocobo cookies?" She looked back to Prompto, still holding the cookie in her hand.
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"Yeah! Chocobos are the best!" He was immediately grinning when the topic shifted to his favorite topic of all time. "You have them where you're from too? Are you from Eos?"
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Her ear twitched at the name Eos and a subtle look of confusion crossed her face.
"Yes, we have chocobos. The chocobos of Ishgard are beautiful black birds bred by House Fortemps. The Gridanians breed yellow chocobos. I've seen adventurers with different colored birds, ranging from blue to green to red, too." She tilted her head slightly. "Though I've been away for a while, I'm from a place called Hydaelyn, and the continent I lived on was Eorzea."
Which was close to the name Eos, which was the name of a scholar fairy back on Hydaelyn. "We have an Eos where I'm from as well, but she is a fairy that helps heal with one of the warriors of light."