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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.
Snow White || OTA
B: With a smile and a song
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A: Arrival
Gladio bent to pick the envelope up and handed it to the young lady with a smile. "Nothing to worry about. You didn't hurt me." He assured her. "It's a strange place we've found ourselves in, eh?" And a perfect reason not to have been paying attention, if you were distracted by other oddities in the world.
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"Oh, thank goodness, I'm so glad!" she smiled. "Oh yes, I thought this was heaven at first!"
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"Its a nice place." He smiled back, nodding his agreement. "Bright, open, with the sea not far. I think we're onto a winner here." A laugh, and then Gladio held out his hand to her. "Name's Gladio. You are...?"
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B: With a smile and a song
He's just glad there's nothing as big as a war rhino here, as he makes his way through the park to find a throng of animals gathered around... a girl? He stops short, blinking at her, looking at the animals, then back to her. "Uh... Are you okay, miss?" He's seen a lot of weird things, but this one... this one's almost as weird as that stupid robot bird Sam has.
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"What a nice name! It's wonderful to meet you Bucky, my name is Snow White!" Yes, as in that Snow White. "And my animal friends do seem to like it, I always sing! It makes everything so much nicer!"
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[ Maybe it's just one of those lost in translation things. ]
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I didn't have any schooling, I had to teach myself to read and some basic math growing up. That was actually a bit fun, my little bird friends would teach me to count with acorns and leaves and berries. I quite enjoyed that while growing up.
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[ Oof. Blue has got her work cut out for her with this explanation. ]
Not really. No. School is broken into three levels, you could say? Elementary is for the younger children under 10, Middle school is for about 10-13 and then High school is for teenagers. You learn the same subjects through them all, like math and science and reading, but they get a little harder as you go up grades.
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Oh... well, I just turned 14, so I supposed I'm going to be in that last tier. I hope I'm not too far behind everyone. As I said, I do know how to read and write and some arithmetic.
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I'm sure they'll make sure all your classes aren't too far ahead for you. And you can always find someone to tutor you, if you need extra help.
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It's a city, not a kingdom, miss. [ This is going to take some time to explain. ] High School is a place where people of a certain age go to study. A freshmen is just someone who is starting out their high school career.
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Oh, I see! I didn't know. Well, thank you for telling me. I suppose I am a freshman, then! I have never been to high school before, why, I've never even been to school before!
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I'm guessing you had private education then. Tutors?
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As a scholar he's fascinated, as a teenager, he hopes that if she really is the Snow White from legend, she's from one of the gentler versions of the tale.]
Hello. My name's Gansey. High school is where teenage students finish their studies. Usually it lasts four years. Students who are there for their first year are freshmen. The next year is sophomore, then junior. The last year, the students are called seniors.
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Oh, what a wonderful name! I don't think I've ever heard that name before. [Snow White knows little more than 9 people, so.]
It's very nice to meet you, Gansey! I will be coming in as a freshman then! Or freshwoman, I suppose. This is so exciting, I've never been to a school before.