Arrivals - Beachville pt 2: OTA!

[fluxscapemod]

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.

Comments

Miles Morales | Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse | OTA

[idontgetpaid]

A. Arrival

Miles had just been heading back to his dorm room after classes ended that day, but when he opened the door he suddenly found himself standing outside. Confused and wondering if he was hallucinating, he didn't have to question things long before Jerry got his attention and handed him the welcome packet.

Some time later, armed with information and a box of cookies, Miles soon found himself walking through town, one cookie halfway in his mouth as he studied the map to try and figure out where he was supposed to be going.

B. Beach Breeze

Somehow, finding himself in an entirely different world was actually not all that surprising. Learning about the multiverse and making friends with people from those other universes kind of lessened the shock of it all. And honestly, it was kind of cool getting to see what it was like, being taken to another universe.

Still, as he learned from Peter B. Parker, it was hard to really process being in an alternate world on an empty stomach. Sure, a smoothie wasn't the most filling things to put in his stomach. But he also needed to save the money he had until he could get a job. So, something small it was.

...except trying to choose one flavor was difficult.

C. Wildcard

((If you have an idea for something else, feel free! Or plot with me at usamichan13!))

BRe: Miles Morales | Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse | OTA

[agathaheterodyne]

While he was trying to choose a girl who managed to look out of place nearly everywhere she went, even in so mixed up a world as this, headed to the counter. She wore a long green dress with lace at the high collar and at the ends of her sleeves, an oil stained apron that had once upon a time been white, rimless glasses, and had long reddish blond hair that fell loose down her back. She also had an oil smudge on her glasses, what looked like dried liquid rust on her boots, and a six legged orange weasel on her shoulder. The creature had waaaay too many teeth in its mouth and what looked like bolts on its neck. Like Frankenstein's monster.

"Do you have snail flavored today?" she asked when someone reluctantly went to take her order. Reluctantly because she asked that every day. The answer was always no. Her shoulders slumped sadly, and she nodded. "Never mind then." Her welcome box of cookies were long gone. It had been a brief but welcome taste of home.

Okay, well if not a smoothie... she could get "Cake!". She was a grown woman, if she wanted cake for every meal so be it. Who cared if Pinky called her fat, not like her dear cousin was one to talk anyhow.

[idontgetpaid]

Since he was standing nearby, he couldn't help overhearing the conversation she was having with the cashier, and he couldn't help asking, "...snail-flavor?"

It was clearly not on the menu, but that was really something someone would ask for?

[agathaheterodyne]

She glanced back and nodded. "Never tried it as a smoothie, but I ran out of my snail chip cookies and all that did was make me itch for home cooking even more." She gave him a bit of a smile. "Have you ever tried A grilled snail and swiss sandwich? There is apparently this one shop that sells them and I never got to try them when I was in town, but apparently they're amazing."

[idontgetpaid]

As much as he tried, he couldn't help making a face. "Sorry, can't say I've ever tried snail. Like...ever."

He knew people do eat it, but it still didn't sound appealing.

[agathaheterodyne]

"What about roasted Mimmoths?" Gwen hadn't heard of them here, and no one in the last world knew about them... but maybe someone else here had?

[idontgetpaid]

If possible, his expression became even more confused. "Roasted what?"

[agathaheterodyne]

She sighed, shoulders slumping. "Never mind," she sighed. She missed Zeetha. She missed home. But until she finished figuring out how to fix everything, she couldn't go back. "I should get back to work. Oh, here." she pulled out some money. "Your shake? My treat. One of us should get to enjoy today."

[idontgetpaid]

He blinked in surprise, glancing from her to the money. "Uh...you don't have to do that," he said. Realizing how that might sound, he added, "I mean, I appreciate it, but I don't even know your name."

[agathaheterodyne]

"Agatha, Agatha Heterodyne," she said with a tired smile.

Re: Miles Morales | Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse | OTA

[hibana_incursa]

One of the many things Gwen liked about Beachville happened to be Beach Breeze. It was the perfect thing to get after surfing lessons. Except she didn't have lessons today, just her Spider-sense telling her where to be and when she spotted Miles, she really couldn't help herself. While he was trying to choose between flavors, Gwen cut the line to stand at the counter, lean just a tiny bit into view and wait ever so patiently for her best friend to see her.

"The watermelon has real bits of watermelon in it. And they just introduced Tajin if you really want to wake your water ice flavor up."

[idontgetpaid]

He'd noticed movement from the corner of his eyes, but it was only when she spoke that had him looking over, and his face split into a wide smile.

"Gwen! Oh man, am I glad to see you!"

[hibana_incursa]

"Hard same, Miles," Gwen says with a grin and actually reaching over to hug him. She hadn't seen him in months. Probably longer if this was a different version of her best friend.

Which she has to figure out so she can explain a few things.

"Heeeeyyyy, question...uh...do you remember anything about a Void train? If not, it's cool. Just chalk that up to Multiverse craziness. I just...never made it home and that's where I was for a few months, before coming here."

And surfing a lot.

[idontgetpaid]

The hug actually takes him by surprise, but he's more than glad to give her one in return. Though her question does get a puzzled look.

"Void train? Other than the one I fought Kingpin in, not really." He frowns as he pulls back to look at her. "What else has been going on?"

[hibana_incursa]

Well, that's...not what she wanted to hear. She was hoping this was the Miles from the train, but he was there and gone so fast that she really didn't have much time to do anything with him.

Still, this was Miles. And as far as she could tell, this was very much so the Miles she knew from his universe. So she's fairly pleased.

"After you send me home, I found myself on a weird train platform, with this sense that I had to get on the train that was waiting for me, otherwise something bad would happen. I don't know what, but when my Spider-Sense says danger, I listen. I spent several months there, and then found myself in Beachville a month ago. It's been weird."

To understate it entirely.

"What housing did you get?"

[idontgetpaid]

"Seriously? You didn't make it back home?" Had he input something wrong when trying to send her back? Had he accidentally sent her someplace else? "Sounds like you've still been through a lot."

He pauses a moment, trying to remember where the map said his housing was. Then he pulls the map out again to check. "Uh...1962 Leedit Circle."

Arrival!

[menarebrave]

Bruce was once again walking the boardwalk. It was a nice place to enjoy the sights. He was able to see what the people of "Beachville" were like. Or what they made out to be. Bruce had the feeling there was something underneath. Something that was bubbling, about ready to pop.

Which was why he continually kept an eye on things. Just waiting to see if something would stick out. Something that might show the true colors of everything going on. Bruce was never someone that simply took things at its word. Forty-years in Gotham taught him that. Men hurling from the sky, breaking buildings, monstrous creatures created by science from beyond Earth that broke men from the sky.

No... something was off about the world he found himself in.

[idontgetpaid]

Miles was finishing off his current cookie when his Spider-sense picked up the figure in front of him, and he came to a stop to avoid bumping into the man.

"Oh, sorry," he said, despite not having even run into him.

[menarebrave]

The taller man just gave an easy smile. "No harm done. I think it's something we can both brush off."

Although, something did stick out. Bruce had no spider-senses or superpowers like Superman. He just had a keen eye and was too good of a detective for his own good. Still. Everything in Flux seemed to stick out.

He glanced at the cookie. "You must be new here. Seen Jerry?"

[idontgetpaid]

Meanwhile, there was...something about the man in front of him, though he wasn't entirely sure what. It was almost like his Spider-senses were going off, but not completely? Then again, his senses seemed to be on alert in general.

So he answered with a grin, brushing the crumbs from his hand. "Yeah, kinda just showed up in front of his booth, so he was the first person I saw. Which turned out great, because I got a lot of info and cookies."

So it wasn't that bad a day.

[menarebrave]

"Jerry is a good man from what I can tell. I didn't talk much with him when I arrived."

No, he preferred to go out and investigate on his own. A few questions here and there on the network. Now it was ground work and sticking his nose into things that probably shouldn't concern him. Thankfully, it didn't seem like many people knew who Bruce Wayne was.

"Bruce Wayne."

[idontgetpaid]

"Yeah, he seemed pretty cool."

He didn't really talk much to Jerry, but he seemed like a nice guy.

"Miles Morales. Nice to meet you."

[menarebrave]

Bruce didn't even talk to him. It took someone else to inform him about Jerry. Call it the fact he doesn't trust right away.

"Likewise." He tilts his head. "High school?"

[idontgetpaid]

He shrugs. "Yeah. Looks like not even getting swept up into another dimension is gonna get me out of homework."

[menarebrave]

He smirks at that. "I wonder how they knew you even needed to go to school. You were registered as soon as you got here? Weird."