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fluxscape2020-10-26 09:14 pm
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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.
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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"It's no problem." He gives a wave of his hand and a quick shake of his head -- he's managed to fend for himself with much less, he's sure he can get through this time around as well. "I am surprised that they didn't tell either of us we'd be sharing an apartment, though."
Five slips inside of the apartment with an appreciative nod to Lara. He's no stranger to large living spaces. He'd gone from living in The Umbrella Academy, which took up nearly an entire block, to living in the apocalypse, which literally meant everywhere was home. But, considering it's only the two of them -- and the circumstances aren't the end of the world -- Five has to agree that it's quite a bit of space.
"Let's hope we get a bit of warning before they send us anyone new. We can split the bathrooms until then, we might as well soak up the privacy as long as we have it." Setting Delores down on the floor next to him, he then gives Lara a curious look, "Did you get those when you arrived?" He lifts his chin to motion toward the various bruises and bandages she's sporting.
(just a heads up, anyone reading, there's implied violence within?)
"Before I found myself here, in the hospital, I was in the jungles of Peru. I'd been in a plane crash with a friend of mine, his name's Jonah, and we'd just found each other. We were trying to find a nearby village and on the way there, I'd discovered pieces of our pilot, some of which had...been in a jaguar's mouth."
It had been an unpleasant discovery.
"I tried avoiding the jaguar, not looking to bring more danger upon myself or Jonah but the jaguar caught up to me after I'd gotten separated from him. I survived the encounter, the jaguar did not. And then I woke up in a hospital bed with nurses leaning over me saying I'd given them a fright."
Because facing a jaguar isn't terrifying, and waking up surrounded by absolute strangers isn't at all jarring.
There's a knock on the door and Lara peeks out of the view finder, opening the door and taking the pizza and soda from the delivery guy and handing him a tip. Once they're gone and the door is shut, she turns to look at Five.
"So...no. Not here. I brought them with me."