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Who: New arrivals and YOU.
What: The last group arrival day before things go weird again (more on that later.)
Where: Greenway Park Information Booth.
When: Mid-Afternoon, Sunday the 25h.
Warnings: None as yet.

You know how it goes. One minute, you're in your own world. You're minding your own business. Going about your day, or maybe you're in the middle of something very, very important. Whatever the case, whether you blinked or you turned around or what have you, you're not where you were before. The first thing you might notice are the sounds around you. It's loud. Crowded. Horns honk and people shout and there's just the constant buzz of activity around you as people play and walk through and hang out in the massive park you find yourself in.

You're in a city. A large, bustling city full of people and all the chaos cities bring.

And somehow, over the din and aggressive noise pollution, you hear someone call your name.

There's an information booth nearby, with a man seated inside, watching you with vague but warm interest over the rim of his newspaper. Motioning you over, he has a packet of information for you and as he does so, he states simply;

"Check your pockets." Unless you're wearing something that doesn't have pockets, in which case, the man will tell you to check the ribbon hanging around your neck. At the end of it is a key. Maybe it's strange to you, and it'll unlock one of the apartments in the buildings nearby. Or maybe it's familiar, and you'll find a shell of your home on the outskirts of the city.

"It would be in your best interest," the man says as he points out the packet of information and hands you an envelope full of money that seem to shift colors very subtly. "If you read all of the information I just gave you."

And he's right. It has where you'll live, where to find jobs, information on a housemate (if you have one) and information on the cellphone he hands you. And there's a box of cookies that taste exactly like your favorite from home, the first bite recalling fond memories of eating them with loved ones, or biting into one fresh from your favorite bakery.

Unless you're rude, in which case, he simply stares at you until you walk away. And remember, if you persist in your behavior, he simply shuts the info booth and no manner of physical or magical attempts will get it to budge in the slightest. Or damage it.

With your cookies and information in hand, he simply gives you a small nod and a half-smile that clearly say it's time for you to move on and he resumes reading his paper.

Welcome to Wechester City.

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Here and gone and here again ( Arrival )

He was trying to stop the world from ending (Again.), Vanya’s powers were stronger than any of them could have expected and when pieces of the moon began raining down on him and his siblings, there was no other choice, Five had to take all of them back and stop things from going this way.

It was a tricky thing, trying to move through time with all of them -- Five had only ever managed himself, adding on six others might have been a bit overconfident. He'd definitely made it somewhere but... where were his siblings? And where even was Wechester City? Had he somehow not only traveled back in time, but spatially jumped at the same time? (And that still didn’t explain why the others weren’t there with him.)

Five quickly deemed the welcome packet as useless (other than informing him he was in a ‘pocket dimension’ -- something that he was clearly going to have to research on his own -- it provided him little information he thought helpful), and after a less-than-pleasant exchange with Jerry — who he also deemed as useless — he did the only thing that he knew to do.

“Yeah, you’re not making me stay anywhere.” The boy smirked, and in an instant Five had quite literally disappeared with a quiet wooshing sound.

Then reappeared again in the very same spot.

“What the hell?” Confusion (and slight annoyance) colored the boy’s features and he mentally recalculated before he attempted again, disappearing for a few moments only to reappear again.

And again. And again. Becoming more and more annoyed each time he failed. “What the hell did they do to me?” He wasn’t sure exactly who they were this time around, but he knew there was someone behind why his powers seemed to be suddenly going haywire. The Commission couldn't have been dipping its toes into whatever these pocket dimensions were, right? He'd never seen any evidence of it in his time there.

A bite to eat. ( Nelly’s Pancakes )

[ Number Five is no stranger to different dimensions, timelines, and all things time-space continuum adjacent — he wouldn’t yet claim to be a master in those arts, but could one ever really become a master of time and space? (Deep down, Five might have liked to try, however. It was the kind of thing he pondered a time or two in the apocalypse.) — and finding himself in Wechester City is only strange because he hadn’t intended to end up here.

He hadn’t intended to end up in the apocalypse either. Things didn’t always go your way, did they Five? He at least knew where he was in the apocalypse, though. This place is completely foreign to him, a city he can't even remember ever reading about in the stacks of library books he's devoured over the years.

He needs to figure out where he is, that's at the very top of his list. Second on that list is figuring out exactly what's wrong with his powers. Trying to simply teleport himself back to The Umbrella Academy had proven to be useless — he ends up right back at the same information booth every time, much to his (and Jerry’s) annoyance. Getting back home is going to require a plan with a little more sophistication and research.

And that requires pancakes and coffee.

He sits at the end of the bar with a hot cup of black coffee and a small stack of pancakes in front of him, although all of his attention is focused on scribbling down various notes into a worn notebook. Anyone that's able to decipher the chicken-scratch will notice that it's a very detailed account of all of the events before and immediately after Five arrived. Oh, and he occasionally comments to the top half of a female mannequin taking up the seat next to him. ]

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[ ~~DENNY'S YES~~ Bruce has already sat down at the small booth that has seemingly been reserved for him. Namely because it is the one that he always sits at when he comes to Nelly's. There are warm smiles and friendly tones with the wait staff. No one seems to have a complaint for Bruce Wayne.

That makes investigating things a bit easier.

Although he dearly wishes he had all the equipment from the BatCave... ]

[ Number Five doesn't seem to be having the same luck as Bruce. The servers are nice to him in that condescending way that adults are always nice with children. All upward inflection and high-pitched tones as if he were some kind of pocket-sized animal that needs to be appeased.

(Well... Technically a pocket-sized old man, but don't remind him.)

There's a slowly simmering exchange happening between Five and the older woman unfortunately tasked with being his waitress -- she's still under the impression that the person she's speaking with is 13 years old and obviously in need of adult supervision. ]

No. I am not waiting for anyone else to arrive. I am completely capable of watching over myself and have been doing so probably longer than you've been slinging these plates.

[ He clears his throat, adjusting his tie. ] Now, I'd like a cup of black coffee, and if you try handing me that children's menu again I'll shove it down your throat.

[ The waitress scurries away to get the coffee -- and an adult menu -- and Five gives the mannequin next to him a knowing look. ] Don't give me that look, you can't expect me to deal with that the entire time.

[ Bruce looks up at the display of... well, one could say it is childish, but that obviously wouldn't be the best thing to say. He waits until the woman has dropped off the menu and coffee before standing and making his way over to the young man.

Good thing he hasn't ordered. ]

Having issues with the staff?

[ Five gives the woman a clearly forced smile when she drops off the menu and his coffee, and then quickly shoos her away not even a moment after.

He's busy looking over the menu and doesn't notice the man approaching him. At his question, Five gives a sigh. So much for trying to get a moment of peace and quiet. ]

No. [ He looks up, giving the man the same faked smile that he'd just given the waitress. ] It's nothing you need to concern yourself with, anyway.

Except for the fact you made it known to the whole restaurant.

[ Bruce gives him a smile before taking a seat across from the young man. If only so the staff will stop bothering him. It helps having a seat at the board of the biggest company in town. Hopefully he just puts off a good enough image. ]

And yet no one else chose to eavesdrop except for you.

[ Five lifts his brows a bit as the other takes a seat at the table with him, but otherwise doesn't protest. ]

Are you the owner of this fine establishment? You don't exactly look like a Nelly, but looks are known to be deceiving.

Old habits die hard.

[ He gives a mysterious smile at that, but, doesn't divulge anything more. ]

No, actually. Someone who just showed up one day. But, [ he nods to the staff, ] I come here often enough that they consider me a regular.

What makes you think I'd be deceiving?

[ He gives the man a look that is equal parts curious, suspicious, and intrigued at the statement. There's something more there. ]

Consider me the same. Someone who just showed up one day. [ He lifts his mug slightly at the words. It's quite literally how he's always lived his life, he isn't sure why it bothers him so much here. Maybe it's the unexpected aspect of it all driving him nuts. ]

I never implied I thought you were. [ Five grins -- which looks all the more arrogant on his prepubescent features. ] I was simply making a statement. Defensiveness is as bad a habit as eavesdropping.

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Number Five | OTA

nelly's pancakes.

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