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fluxscape2020-10-26 09:14 pm
fluxscapemod) wrote in 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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[ 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. ]
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[ 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.
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[ 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?
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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.