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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.
[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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After all, the place seemed nice enough. But for all he knew, once night fell the monsters could come out. Maybe there was some impending alien invasion? Some magic gone awry, some ancient evil about to awaken... It was sad that his thoughts immediately went to those thoughts instead of 'hey, it's a lovely sunny day, lets enjoy it!'.
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He pushed the worry aside to smile. "I think that'd be a nice idea. I'm game."