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fluxscape2020-08-14 09:00 pm
fluxscapemod) wrote in fluxscape2020-08-14 09:00 pm
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Arrivals - Beachville - OPEN LOG
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! ]
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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"Well go get them! Mush!" Tony urged. "He has an envelope for you too if you missed that part too."
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It could very easily turn into a nightmare, he was sure, and he didn't want to tempt the fates. They hadn't exactly been kind to him in the past.
When he returned to Tony's side, he did indeed have a box of cookies, which Bucky had crammed up against his face. "They smell just like Ma's."
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Before he could mentally descend too far down that stressful rabbit hole, Bucky was coming back with that remark about his mother. "Huh, how strange. Mine were Morgan's favorites." He held up his box with the white chocolate macadamia nut cookies. "You've never told me much about your family."
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He's a little surprised that people aren't after him for the rest, but the evidence of his imprisonment was pretty compelling. "Thanks, for putting your weight behind that." It was just Tony promoting the truth, but he knew it had to have been hard, after what Tony had seen. "Who's Morgan?" He doesn't exactly live in the city, but he gets the news and he hadn't seen anyone with that name in any of Tony's circles lately.
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His eyebrows rose at hearing the gratitude. This Bucky was different than the one he'd met on the platform. It would be curious to find out what other developments had happened between that Bucky and this one.
"You're welcome." That last question though had him sighing. "Coffee first," he said after a pregnant pause. Fortunately it was only a few more feet before he was opening the door to the cafe. Going up to the counter, he looked ready to order something before his expression changed briefly to annoyed and then resignment. "Decaf. And something to cover the taste of that crap up." Damn Gladio..
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"I'll have a flat white, please," he said with a little nod. "Maybe the scent of the espresso can soothe your angry taste buds," he added for Tony's benefit, flashing him a small grin.
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The person behind the counter was giving them odd looks since.. well, Tony was clearly unhappy with his order, but he picked it and paid for it. Customers can be so strange.
Once they were seated, he sighed. "Alright, this isn't going to sound believable but you and I are from different points in time. I've from several years in your future. If my assumption is correct, we're in a location that is outside of our reality. I'm not sure why we're here, but there has to be a good reason." There was in the last place he went, but this seemed less apparent. "With me so far?"
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He glanced around and then his gaze settled back on Bucky. "And this? It sure as hell beats a crowded, stinky train."
He realized how that might seem. He'd gone too complacent, but for the moment he was grateful for the change. Also there was a version of you was there. With as many different universes out there, there are more than one version of us. So clearly it was you from either a later point in time or a completely different reality."
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"Glad someone else had the time and patience for that." He certainly wouldn't have. See, not that he can't just that he wouldn't. There's a difference!
"Either way, I'm glad you're feeling more stable. I'm ready for some peace and quiet." Says the man who will be rebuilding his lab within a day. "That might be a hopeless cause though with Peter running around and the little pipsqueak I just adopted." Sigh.
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Instead, he seized on the last part of that. He didn't know who Peter was -- probably an intern or something -- but adopted sure was an entire word. "You? A dad?" He snorted. "No insult intended, but you don't really seem like the nurturing type," not based on what Bucky'd seen in the news reels, anyway.
Then again, the Tony he'd met didn't seem this... tired.