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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! ]

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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.

Edited 2020-08-15 01:23 (UTC)

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?"

"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?

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...”

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

Edited 2020-08-15 03:31 (UTC)

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.

Edited 2020-08-15 05:18 (UTC)

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.

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.

[ 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?

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.

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Gwen Stacy: Voidtreck CRAU - OTA

Alice Liddell | OU | OTA

Tony Stark: Voidtreck CRAU- OTA

Anne Forsythe

Athol Forsyth | Original | OTA

Peter Parker | MCU CRAU - OTA

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Shinichi Kudou | Detective Conan Pre-series | Ota

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

Agatha Heterodyne - potential CW for violence/mad science.

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