Arrivals - Beachville - OPEN LOG

[fluxscapemod]

Who: You and Jerry, the info booth guy!
What: Arrivals! Information! Money! New Homes!
Where: What's commonly referred to as the Information Hub.
When: August 15th, Mid Afternoon.
Synopsis: New faces arrive in Beachville. Jerry is a helper! Probably! Most likely, he isn't. At least, not as well as people wish. He can only tell people so much, see. But there are cookies, if you aren't a jerk.



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 a mix of dirt and sand and you can smell the ocean. 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.

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. 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.


[ooc: please warn for anything triggery in your threads! thanks! ]

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Gwen Stacy: Voidtreck CRAU - OTA

[hibana_incursa]

Finding herself back in the school uniform she wore back in Miles universe was oddly comforting, as were the blue ballet slippers on her feet. It meant she wasn't on the train. But, seconds after that thought, she's aware she's not only not on the train, but she's nowhere near Peter. Before she can panic about that too much, the voice speaking has her attention.

Seriously, that guy wasn't there before, and she was pretty good at knowing where people were. Her hearing was insane, so the fact that she missed him had her really unnerved. So much so that she probably looked just as shocked as the rest of the people around her.

Which...also has her surprised. Her abilities were working just fine, so why hadn't she noticed the people before? A lot of them look just as shocked as she does. None of them look familiar just yet. Both of these she has problems with.

When her name is called, she heads up to the booth and looks at Jerry with some unease. There's a smile on her face, sure, but that's to be polite.

When he's done talking, she asks him a question.

"By any chance, Jerry...Mr Schiff...what should I call you?"

Her question is met with a semi-stony stare. And that's about it. It's uncomfortable, but Gwen presses on anyway.

"By any chance, Mr Schiff...you wouldn't happen to know if a train passed through here, do you?"

She's expecting the same look from before, but he just shakes his head and apologizes and states that Beachville has no train-yard, therefore a train couldn't have gone through town. And then he's on to the next name before Gwen can say anything else.

With her stuff in her hands, and a box of cookies that smell a lot like white chocolate macadamia, Gwen steps back and lets the next person go. Not like she really has no choice. She sighs and turns, shaking her head and muttering 'good talk, dude. thanks!' as she heads somewhere out of the way to look at her map and figure out what to do next.

Re: Gwen Stacy: Voidtreck CRAU - OTA

[runs_on_batteries]

It took a moment to recover from seeing the cookies, but then he went after the girl he'd grown to care about only to disappear! (Which was totally her fault and not the train's).

"Hey, Blondie! Get back here." She's getting a hug whether she wants it or not (okay, so not really, if she doesn't want it). Either way, have a dad/ bear hug.

Alice Liddell | OU | OTA

[madcuriosity]

Arrival:

Alice blinked when she went from shaking the Red Queen and checkmating her, to well, just holding a red queen chess piece and a white queen chess piece.

However did that happen? She looked all around and was about to wander over to the beach, idly putting the chess pieces in her pinafore pocket before Jerry called everyone to attention.

And then her name was called and she was given an envelope. Curiosity got the better of her and she opened it up, her eyes widening at the sight of so much money!

"Goodness!" And then she's handed a box of cookies. Which is splendid because her stomach is growling and she's been starving since the beginning of the banquet.

She took a cookie and bit in, making a sound of content as she looked all about.

"You're all just people," she mumbled softly to herself. "No one looks like they're from the Looking Glass... Are we not there anymore?"

But there was something a bit more pressing to find out.

"Excuse me, do you know what sort of occupation do you think I might be able to get?"

Have a Jerry!

[fluxscapemod]

Jerry turns to look at the child and shakes his head some.

"Little one, you won't need a job. For someone your age, your stipend gets refilled at the beginning of the month."

It'll just show up wherever she's living. No courier. No messenger. It's just there.

"How are the cookies?"

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony's attention shifted to the familiar little girl nearby. It was a surprise to see her in something other than orange, but it was a very cute dress anyway.

He approached her and put a hand gently on her back. "Alice, are you alright? Where have we found ourselves?" Wherever this was, he hoped she'd know he was going to take care of her.

[miniholmes]

Shinichi is looking over the welcome packet he was given and squints at the few of the bills. He can't really tell if they're counterfeit though as he doesn't recognize the currency.

He hears the the girl nearby and looks her over-bright blue eyes pale skin and a ridiculously poofy dress. Ran would probably love it. "I wouldn't worry about a job." He states calmly-maybe he's trying to comfort her?

"I'd be more concerned about being kidnapped." Or not.

Tony Stark: Voidtreck CRAU- OTA

[runs_on_batteries]

"For that precise reason, we should delay any more inane que-.. uh.." Tony blinked and looked around him. The members of the council had been replaced by seagulls and sun bathers. He stood in a sharp three piece business suit, red tie, and polished black shoes, which wasn't at all the right attire for a day at the beach.

"What the.." He murmured in disbelief.

Was he having a stroke? Had he managed somehow to have a complete break from reality? Hearing the man in the booth talk did little to make him feel less like he was hallucinating, but glancing around at the others did. Gwen? Peter? May! Wherever he was he was relieved to see them.

He took his items from Jerry curiously, but was more interested in checking on his friends before grilling the fellow for information. For whatever reason, that ended up with him getting a box of cookies handed to him.

White chocolate macadamia cookies. The sight almost brought him to his knees. Where the hell was he?

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter's on the ground, because of course he is. He doesn't take long to get back up though and he's moving over to Tony-noting the expensive suit and lack of red polo. Peter never really bothered with the polo on the train because they were far too itchy to him but now he's got on shirt he hasn't worn in a long time and it feels so nice to be in jeans and a tee shirt again.

"Mr Stark!" He greets, moving over to the man. "Where are we? Because I don't remember getting off the train at all and not too many people here look all that familiar but I found Gwen!"

Re: Tony Stark: Voidtreck CRAU- OTA

[mayp]

May had been laying on the bunk bed in the cabin that she shared with the three teens, she had lovingly called the Spider Kids, a book spread open on her lap though she wasn't paying much attention to it. She didn't like the train, but given what she had on it then she supposed it wasn't that bad. She was glad that Peter was here and Tony, Gwen was lovely too. She was glad that Peter had such a nice girlfriend though she unfortunately had left the Train not that long ago. May hoped that she was ok.

Rubbing her eyes, she pulled her hand away and then blinked. Not only was she no longer on the bunk, she was standing on the beach surrounded by other people. She didn't recognise the place nor had she any idea of how she had arrived. It was probably one of the interesting parts of the train but she also didn't they normally get a heads up if they were changing location and had the option not too? Still, it could be something new.

Grabbing her envelope from the person at the stall, she stuffed it into a pocket and started to look around. Spotting a familiar person, after a while she hurried over.

"Tony!" she called out to him.

Anne Forsythe

[adreamtorise]

One minute she was in the studio, hands in her hair and back arched...

Then she wasn’t.

Blinking, Anne surveyed the landscape, stiletto heels sinking into the softer patches of dirt enough to make her wobble dangerously. With a quiet little squeak, she stepped out of them and stooped to pick them up. Letting them dangle from one hand, she tried to peer through the throng of people...

Two things happened as the man at the booth started speaking. First, she felt that familiar bloom of instinct in the pit of her stomach, the immediate and sudden knowledge of what was about to happen.

Second, she remembered not that she was naked, but that other people would find that upsetting.

Her free hand drifted up to the shoulder of the person passing in front of her. Without hesitation, she crowded them from behind, pressing close to use them as a human shield.

“Sorry—small case of nudity, and I don’t want to get arrested. Could I just hide here while we scoot up to get the stuff that nice man is talking about? Thank you, I so appreciate this...”

Re: Anne Forsythe

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony was snapped out of his emotional turmoil when he was abruptly being crowded from behind. If he'd seen the woman before this happened, he would've been entirely too pleased with it, but as it was he was just surprised.

"What?" He asked, turning to see who the culprit was. He only caught the quickest glimpse before he understood. Slipping his suit jacket off, he opened it to her to put on. The fabric of the jacket is incredibly soft and light, unlike any other. "I can do better than that. Here, put this on. Although, it seems almost sacrilegious to cover such a gorgeous figure up."

Athol Forsyth | Original | OTA

[rottedking]

i. Arrival

He'd been on his way to bed when it happened, slightly buzzed, definitely not dressed for tropical weather. Instead, he wore dark jeans, boots, and a long sleeved cream colored shirt. For a long moment, everything felt especially surreal, like he'd fallen asleep and started dreaming, but he knew that couldn't be true. He wasn't that drunk, and he hadn't even made it to his room yet.

Blinking a few times to adjust his eyes to the sudden brightness from the sun, Athol looked around. None of the faces near him looked familiar, which potentially meant he'd been the only one who'd been taken to...wherever this was. He didn't know if that was a comfort or if it just worried him more. Were the others safe, or were they scattered across this place, in some sort of danger?

Looking up when his name was called, he stepped forward to receive his information, holding himself back from demanding answers no matter how much he wanted to. Whoever was in charge here knew who he was. Did they know everything about him or just his name? Either option didn't do much to make him feel any better. If they knew everything about him, then everyone he cared about could be in danger. Only knowing his name was slightly less troubling, but could still mean danger was looming.

Still, he accepted the things he was given graciously, saying thank you, and then stepped aside with his things and a box of chocolate chip cookies. He did his best to juggle everything so he could leaf through the envelope and then the information without dropping either the cookies or the keys. Or scattering money everywhere.

"This is the strangest kidnapping I've ever heard of," he said to no one in particular. It had to be a kidnapping, because how else could they have suddenly ended up here, without warning?

ii. Later

After he'd visited his new residence and stashed the information he'd been given--and most of the money--he rifled through the chest he'd been told about. He set the framed photo of himself and his brother, which he'd previously kept on his dresser, on the nightstand next to the bed. The blanket he draped across the foot of the bed, and the gun he put in the drawer of the nightstand.

With his necklace tucked under his shirt, he headed back out to see if he could gather any information. The sun hadn't yet started to set, but it would be soon enough. He hadn't bothered to change clothes yet, but he'd at least rolled up his sleeves so he was a little less hot.

For all intents and purposes, this seemed like a normal town. Nothing immediately jumped out at him as being a threat, but that didn't mean threats didn't exist. He was always on guard, despite appearing relatively calm and relaxed. He didn't like anything about this, no matter how nice everything looked.

Re: Athol Forsyth | Original | OTA

[he_who_dwells]

Eugene Sims had three seconds where he thought he'd put himself into the wrong video game, only to realize he didn't have one that was all beaches and confused strangers. And nothing in his games smelled quite as real. Oh, sure, the lava and fire in Heavens Hellfire had a certain almost-painful quality to it, and he was sure he could smell the heat of it.

But this sand felt really, really real. Not like the static electricity-feel of objects in a game. So he was pretty damn confused until he heard the guy speak.

"Yeah," he says, nodding his agreement. "Yeah, it really is. The last time some stranger knew my name, I ended up mentally shut down in a concrete prison."

It's a long story. A very long story.

"There were no cookies at all involved, or a place to live. And absolutely no beach, even if we were in the middle of the ocean."

Peter Parker | MCU CRAU - OTA

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter was spending his afternoon how he usually did these days-lounging in hammock in the dressing car playing on his DS. Admittedly he was pretty enthralled in his game-someone wants to battle and Peter is so-

"Wagh!" He let out a cry of alarm as he suddenly found himself better acquainted with the floor-or ground. As he realizes quickly that he's sitting in sand. Not only that, but he's Jeans and a t-shirt again-his shirt that reads 'Lettuce, the taste of sadness.' What happened? He knew he was a little too into his game but he didn't think was was 'don't even notice a sudden change in scenery and plot' into it.

Re: Peter Parker | MCU CRAU - OTA

[hibana_incursa]

For Gwen, she just saw her boyfriend an hour ago. She was skipping breakfast on Arrivals day because she just wasn't in the mood to eat. And had grabbed a shower once she had the chance to. But the second she stepped out of their sleeping cabin door, she found herself here.

So it really had been an hour since she saw Peter, but it felt like forever once she found herself here. She'd been terrified she wasn't going to see him again.

But her Go Here sense told her where to be and she arrived just in time to see him fall. She'd golf-clap, but her hands are full. So she sticks with just her usual brand of loving sass.

"I might have to take points off for that landing. It's like you didn't even try," she says, hoping he realizes what she's really saying is 'hi, i love you, flaws and all'.

Re: Peter Parker | MCU CRAU - OTA

[mayp]

May had been laying on the bunk bed in the cabin that she shared with the three teens, she had lovingly called the Spider Kids, a book spread open on her lap though she wasn't paying much attention to it. She didn't like the train, but given what she had on it then she supposed it wasn't that bad. She was glad that Peter was here and Tony, Gwen was lovely too. She was glad that Peter had such a nice girlfriend though she unfortunately had left the Train not that long ago. May hoped that she was ok.

Rubbing her eyes, she pulled her hand away and then blinked. Not only was she no longer on the bunk, she was standing on the beach surrounded by other people. She didn't recognise the place nor had she any idea of how she had arrived. It was probably one of the interesting parts of the train but she also didn't they normally get a heads up if they were changing location and had the option not too? Still, it could be something new.

Grabbing her envelope from the person at the stall, she stuffed it into a pocket and started to look around. Spotting a familiar person, after a while she hurried over.

"Peter?!" she called out to him, rushing forward as she saw him land on the sand covered in cobwebs (of course he was...).

[mayday_parker]

This was probably the most gentle way that May had ever been pulled into another dimension. Just one moment she was at home and the next moment she was here. There was even a nice little explanation about what was going on and despite the fact that she was so not okay with the permanent sounding nature of her situation she figured she would be able to find a way home sooner or later. Eventually someone with a big brain (or a little brain but with tech stolen from a big brain) would end up here and she'd be able to get home.

After a brief bit of confusion about her name that she didn't entirely understand May was all set. She had some information, apparently a place to live, and no catastrophic event going on that she needed to deal with.

"You know, every kidnapping into another dimension should come with cookies," she said through half a mouthful of the baked treats. They were the best chocolate chip cookies she'd ever had and she was kind of a connoisseur. "This dimension gets the May Parker seal of approval."

[hibana_incursa]

"The last couple times I've been kidnapped to another dimension, I almost glitched and died the first one because my atoms wanted to get back home and couldn't figure out how, and then the second one it was a stupid inter-dimensional train with no way to get to the conductor and no way to get home. So...cookies and a beach? Massive, massive upgrade."

By like...a lot.

Gwen looks at the girl and then it happens...that buzz. That same sense she got when other Spider-types were around. So Gwen just pops one of the cookies into her mouth (this one a white chocolate macadamia with a giant maraschino cherry on it) and regards the girl carefully.

"Huh."

Shinichi Kudou | Detective Conan Pre-series | Ota

[miniholmes]

Well that's different. Shinichi's not really one to zone out but he must have as one moment he was on the beach with his mom and Ran and the next he was standing in front of an information booth. He's pretty sure he'd have noticed if that booth was there earlier-it looks pretty old and no part of this beach area looks remotely like the Izu.

He's too focused on studying everything around him that he doesn't hear his name get called the first time and looks Jerry over very quickly before rattling off a few deductions to him about his life and only getting... maybe one or two details right. He still needs practice.

He takes the envelope and looks at the money packed inside. What exactly is this?

"This isn't stolen, is it?" He looks at the cash skeptically.

[mayday_parker]

"If it is a lot of us are taking it," May offered, holding up her own envelope. She had decided to hang around the booth a bit to see what was going on but mostly it was the same routine. Someone appeared, Jerry gave the speech, and that was it. It was nice to know that she wasn't special in being kidnapped here.

"But I figure if something can pull us across dimensions it can also make money fairly easily."

Eugene Sims: CW - Drug mentions. Light, but still. - OTA

[he_who_dwells]

Eugene is so very baffled, much like everyone else. He'd been helping Delsin bust up another drug ring hiding out in Pike Market. His Angels had been protecting the bystanders while he and Delsin fought the drug suppliers, and he'd considered going big when rogue DUP rolled up in one of their stupid armored trucks.

Truthfully, he'd had his digital angel wings unfolding on his back already when suddenly, here he was. To anyone standing nearby, he apologizes, but those wings are huge. And while they look like something straight out of a video game, they were tangible and tough. He's going to bump into a person or two before he can manage to make them vanish in a flash of pixels and a buzz of electricity, the smell of ozone for a moment before that fades, too.

"Oh, God...s-sorry," he stutters out, helping to pick up the stuff they dropped. Thankfully, no cookies died in the making of Eugene's First Embarrassing Moment In Beachville, but Eugene sure wanted to. This was so embarassing.

Hearing his name called, he turns to look at Jerry with bafflement and almost makes his way over, a handful of someone elses strangely colored money in his hand, but then there's another 'oh, god' and Eugene turns to return the money to whoever he almost accidentally stole it from.

"Sorry, again...I didn't..." Yeah, no he's just gonna go collect his stuff, get his peanut butter cookies and try to leave, head ducked and face red.

This was the worst. The absolute worst.

[crazy_white_girl]

It wouldn't surprise anyone who knows her but Tandy is one of those people who doesn't get a box of cookies. It's mostly her choice but she has a feeling that the Jerry guy doesn't mind as she merely takes her packet, gives him a suspicious look, and quickly hurries away.

Truth be told, she is reeling and more than a little wary of what is going on. Just a few seconds ago she had been on a bus waiting for Ty to join her and now here she is with Ty nowhere in sight. Which is probably why she isn't really paying attention when someone with wings bumps into her, sending her stuff to the ground.

"Can't you watch where you're going?" She asks as they both bend down to grab her envelope before she straightens and watches him hurry away when the Jerry guy calls out a name. Hugging the envelope to her chest, she watches as he fumbles again and goes an impressive shade of red as he tries to leave.

"Hey!" She calls out, hurrying after him.

Agatha Heterodyne - potential CW for violence/mad science.

[agathaheterodyne]

This... was not Mechanichsburg. This wasn't Nautilus. And as she didn't see anyone she knew from the City of Change, was wasn't sure that she was on someone else's world. Which meant...

She had told the others that things were weird on her world and the rules about going home would be different.

But then that theory was blasted out of the canon as well when the man started talking. When she realized that most of the other people here were as confused as she was.

She wasn't sure what was happening. She patted down her own pockets in her oil stained apron over her green and white calf length dress. She kilted her skirt to her knees and looked at her striped stockings and her sturdy boots. To an observer, she was clearly looking for something that was missing.

She dropped the folds of material that she had grabbed to lift the skirt that modest amount and her hands flew to her neck. Her choker was there. Okay. Her fingers trailed down away from the trilobite design under her chin. She adjusted her glasses.

This... was not good. She had the locket, so it wasn't a crisis but...

she heard a skreeing noise and a six legged orange weasel with sharp teeth and bolts in its neck launched itself at her. Oh good. She wasn't going to die from deprivation. She caught the beast and it nudged her once then slipped from her arms and climbed down her leather work apron and vanished under her skirt to curl around her leg.

"Alright then. No Dingbots. No tools. No clue where I am. Let's figure things out, shall we?" It was hard if she was talking to the creature, to herself, to the empty air... or to the person next to her.

But then she was called up. She put most of what she was given into her pockets and opened the box. She blinked in delighted wonder.

"Snail chip cookies! I haven't had snail chip cookies in ages!" Cake would have been better, but she wasn't complaining at all.

Re: Agatha Heterodyne - potential CW for violence/mad science.

[hibana_incursa]

Gwen was seated on one of the branches of the nearest palm tree, money and belongings tucked away in the backpack on her back. She was watching for more familiar faces, legs dangling casually below her as she sat on the branch.

When the girl with the weird weasel spoke, she practically gagged.

"Snail chip? That sounds...to each their own." That's all she's going to say about that.

[luckybucky]

There was a sense of dread settling into Bucky's chest as he watched T'Challa approaching. He knew what it meant if the King was here, and his guard was carrying something more than big enough to hold an arm. He'd stopped what he was doing to watch them approach, dressed in his usual attire; pants, sleeveless shirt, and a shawl tied off to the side to hide the place where his left arm used to be. He was dirty, but minding a farm was hard work.

But then, in an instant, he was in a completely different place. He blinked a few times, turning slowly to take in the scene around him, but nothing seemed... wrong. Aside from the sudden change. "What the hell?" He sounds more tired than annoyed.

[rottedking]

Bucky wasn't the only one who was confused. Athol was more concerned than annoyed, himself, if only because of all the people who depended on them and not knowing how this was going to affect them. But, that aside, there were other people to worry about right now, too.

"I agree," Athol said, approaching a little but keeping a safe distance between them, so no one felt crowded. "This is a strange kidnapping, isn't it? Or we're all hallucinating." Who knew, maybe they were all drugged or enchanted or hooked up to computers.

"Cookie?" he added, flipping open the lid of the box and holding it out. "They're chocolate chip."

Allison Argent | Teen Wolf

[nosuchthingasfate]

At first, Allison thinks that this has to be Heaven. Except that she doesn't really think she would have ever imagined Heaven being a hospital on the edge of a beach. At least, that is where she first ends up, just a little lost and confused as the people around her claim that she had given them a fright. Whatever, they bandage her up after making sure that she is okay and send her on her way. Almost like she had only experienced a little scrape and not something much worse.

She has questions, of course. They're right there on the tip of her tongue, but she can't seem to ask them out loud. They merely race through her head as she leaves the hospital looking pale and almost like she is in shock. She has a packet, a large envelope, that apparently contains a bunch of information along with a map and a set of keys for the house that has been set aside for her. There is also a box of chocolate chip cookies that smell divine but also turn her stomach as she doesn't really feel like she can eat at the moment. Maybe she'll try them later.

Once she is a few feet away from the hospital, she places her items on a nearby bench before she starts to open her jacket and lift her shirt just enough to look at her stomach. Sliding her fingers over the bandage wrapped around her middle just under her breasts, she frowns to herself before dropping her shirt and looking up once more with a shaky breath. Then she mutters something about getting herself together as she picks up the envelope to pull out the map inside.

After she has a destination in mind, she grabs everything else and starts walking.

Re: Allison Argent | Teen Wolf

[the_nose]

He thinks he’s hallucinating when, from somewhere, his head suddenly rests on a pillow and his skin is cooled by fresh air—his dry, cracked lips soothed by the touch of cool water.

It seems only seconds pass before he’s regaining his reason in a hospital, cheerful nurses tutting and tsking at how close he’d been to the brink. Physically, his health has been restored to him, but in his mind he’s still desperate for water, dreaming of food...

Once he’s released, and walking outside with his packet and a box of fragrant cookies, he sees her—-she’d been a few beds down from him in their little triage area, and receiving her own bundle before leaving.

Now she sat outside, visibly trying to put herself together. She had a look about her, one he recognized. The way her shoulders sagged, the set of her jaw...

“How goes the day, soldier?” He calls out, walking towards her with his box of cookies under his arm, which was wrapped at the elbow with a pressure dressing, a large gauze pad taped to the back of his free hand as he extended it towards her.

“Cyrano de Bergerac.”

Richie Tozier | IT | ota

[beep_beep]

[ Fresh out of Derry -- again -- although at least a few weeks removed, the last thing Richie expects is to turn down an alley and end up on a damn beach. It's not that L.A. doesn't have beaches, clearly, but it's...not L.A. Very much so. Doesn't smell the same, doesn't look the same, doesn't have that one guy he's not sure is homeless or just lives there until it's time to head home. The booth stands in the way regardless, and he tries to walk away but the guy calls to him, and after a loud put-upon huff he wanders over. Takes the offerings with a wide grin he doesn't feel and a few pithy, empty jokes, and wanders off at the earliest opening.

He looks down at his hands where the old guy shoved something at him, an envelope with a few things he barely looks at because the whole thing practically reeks of a dream. The contents will probably change every time he looks anyway, but he makes a big show of looking. Weird money, keys, and a map to somewhere. ]

What, no condoms? No booze vouchers? Not even a lei? What the hell kinda lame beach town is this?

Re: Richie Tozier | IT | ota

[hibana_incursa]

No box of cookies, huh?

[ She's teasing. She absolutely heard what he said, sure. With her hearing, it's kinda hard not to. So there's a blonde teenage girl with this punk rock vibe to her, even in her private school attire and ballet shoes in her hand. She already went into town and bought a backpack, storing the stuff she got and getting a pair of black Converse sneakers before returning, just in case anyone else she knew showed up. Most people had cookies. Some did not. Jerry seemed to be partial to who he gave them to. ]

Were you rude to Jerry? Because a few people have been and they didn't get cookies.

Ronan Niall Lynch | The Raven Cycle | CW: Language!

[un_wir_greywaren]

Ronan is used to waking up from his dreams looking down at his own body, waiting for the moment when he becomes whole again and can move. Watching whatever is happening around him, unable to communicate or react. But this is very different. He can't even process how or when one moment slid into another and he found himself standing in a what appears to be another place. Not Henrietta.

And he can move.

Despite knowing he hadn't been dreaming before and he certainly isn't dreaming now it surprises him he can lift his hands and look around. Sand, dirt, breeze, sunshine, cooler air than Henrietta could ever manage in summer.

"What the fuck?"

There is a man and a booth and a list of names.

When he hears Gansey's name called he quickly searches the crowd of strange faces for one that is familiar.

When he hears his own name he will not receive a box of cookies.

[affection_for_research]

Gansey was trying to regain his mental balance while still looking composed. He believed he managed it. He'd managed to keep from falling apart when Kavinsky texted him about the Pig. He could keep his expression politely attentive while the person at the information booth read his name.

Taking the objects offered, he looked around for the others. Ronan or Adam or Blue. He doubted that Noah could be so far from a ley line. He turned when he heard Ronan's name called, grinning when he seaw his expression. At least that was normal.

He waited for Ronan to receive the items before moving to his best friend's side. "Let's get out of the way so we can see what he gave us."