ARRIVAL LOG - First Wave

[evercyclic]

Who; EVERYONE! What; The new residents of HQ make their arrival! Where; All unrestricted areas of HQ (and maybe some restricted areas, you naughty people) When; July 24th, Mid-morning on Warnings; None as of yet, can be changed if content changes IT'S A MINOR BLIP IN TIME Maybe you were showering, or sleeping, having breakfast. You might have been participating in your morning commute or fighting off a horde of zombies. Whatever you were in the middle of, a strange sensation of disconnection comes over you, as though you're watching your life on screen, a passive audience to the proceedings. It's almost like, well, being sucked down the drain like every adolescent nightmare, the feeling of disconnection replaced quickly with a pain so deep, it's as though every atom of your being is pressed too closely together, and your vision goes dark. Then, just as quickly as the pain came over it, it's gone, reality snapping back into place like a stretched rubber band. WELCOME TO NEW YORK CITY When your eyes adjust, you find yourself in a slightly spartan room, standing on a platform that seems to be made of glass or some sort of crystal. Energy currents in blues and greens swirl within it, dizzying and hypnotizing if stared at for too long. You're shocked from the vision by a cheery, bubbly voice that belongs to a petite brunette grinning at you from the base of the steps that lead down from the platform. She apologizes for any inconvenience you may have been caused, and hands you a small package, explaining that inside you'll find a phone, a directory of locations within the complex you've arrived in, a charge card with a balance of $500, and a key to a room in the dormitories which can be reached by following the green line on your directory. She apologizes again for how confusing this must all be, but assures you that everything will make sense soon! OOC NOTES: Feel free to hit up any of the NPC starters, start your own threads under any of the locations provided, or start your own threads independent of the starters! Prose or brackets are welcomed! Once characters leave the Receiving Room, they will have full access to the Network, and you're free to post there as well!

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CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

[evercyclic]

In the cafeteria in HQ, meals are served pro-bono and at specific times: breakfast is served from 8am-10am, lunch from 12pm-2pm, and dinner from 6pm-8pm. While there are a few members of HQ who help out with dishes, the ordering is handled at the counter, and if you want a meal, you'll need to talk to Gus.

Gus is an older but powerfully built man who stands 6'2" and has a dominate and gruff air about him. He's in charge of this place and there will be no shenanigans. When someone approaches the counter, he'll move to them, meeting their gaze without waver, and lean against the bar.

"What'll it be?"

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

[allineedisyou]

Grace had been wandering around since she spoke to the nice girl at the receiving bay. She was looking for one person in particular though she didn't know where to start. She thought there might be someone here who an help which brings to her to current position; standing in front of Gus.

"Have you seen my father?"

Bright dark eyes looked up at him from beneath her red hood. With her dress and cloak it was easy to tell that she was one of those new arrivals.

"He's really tall with dark hair and blue eyes." She knew her father by sight and while she'd been waiting for him for months now she thought that maybe he was here. If she was brought here maybe he was too and that's why he hadn't come home.

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

[misskringle]

"Just a cup of tea?" came a voice belonging to a young woman in a simple blue dress and pink twin set. Kristen's kitten heels however gave her arrival away, the slight clicking of the heels being the factor. The smell however had pulled her into the cafeteria and cue her thinking a cup of tea would help her unravel things and plan a next move: like finding a job and being useful in spite of her current state.

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

[theycalledmeacurse]

More than just another place to explore, Rogue was drawn to the cafeteria because it reminded her of home. The actual space looked nothing like the dining hall at the mansion, and she was sure the kitchens would be quite different as well, but it was the feel of it. Everyone coming together, life convening in one space with a shared purpose. If nothing else, she'd be able to remind herself what it was like to be around other people.

The only problem? She wasn't hungry. No matter how long she stood there examining the menu posted on the sign, she couldn't decide on what sounded good, because there was no pleasure in eating anymore. But she couldn't just stand there, so in she went, looking around the room and feeling rather... lost. At first glance, she didn't recognize anyone there, and why should she?

There were tables, and a counter. Right. She needed something so she didn't look completely out of place. Approaching the counter, she asked the man behind it, "Could I maybe just have a cup of coffee?" There was hesitation in her voice, and if he cared to notice, he'd see that she was clearly exhausted. It had been one hell of a long day.

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

[defenderofmen]

Elena wasn't sure where to go when presented with this sort of situation. Nothing was familiar and she didn't have her pack or Philip or anyone to lean on. She didn't do well around strangers though she has tried to keep up something close to a smile. She was stressed and she was tired but more than that she wanted to return home, to Toronto.

She slowly made her way to the cafeteria, thinking that food might make her feel more normal. She didn't know how she was going to handle a normal life here if they all have to eat in a big hall at specific times.

When she stepped into the hall a new smell hit her. She turned to look at Gus, her expression guarded and unsure. When he asked her what she wanted she looked at the menu. "Hot dogs?" Really?

FOREST | NPC: Nathan

[evercyclic]

The forest at the heart of HQ is probably the strangest aspect of the place, barring the way all the newcomers have arrived. It's contained within a large room roughly the size of an airplane hanger, but within is soil, towering trees, wind, a sun that rises and sets along with the true sun that hangs over the city beyond HQ, a small stream flows through the picturesque setting, and wildflowers carpet the forest floor. It's a place sacred to Airy and Nathan, as they were it's originators, and Nathan makes a habit of spending a great deal of time there.

The young man can be found reclining against a rock outcropping alongside the stream throughout the day, taking a reprieve from the new arrivals and communing with a very real forest he helped create. He may also be protecting it from any of the new people who might seek to do it harm. He'll smile in a friendly way if anyone comes close and incline his head in greeting.

"Have a seat. It's not as weird as it seems, I promise."

FOREST | NPC: Nathan

[stressshopping]

It was hard to believe that this was inside. Hanna stepped through the forest with the sort of expression that belied her thoughts. She's pretty sure that this shouldn't be possible. As she walks she looked up to try and catch a glimpse of the ceiling but instead saw something that might have been a sun and a bird.

She wasn't sure.

She paused when she saw the guy on the rock. He was pretty cute and cute a fairly interesting picture leaning against the rock like that. She approached with a slight frown, her eyebrow raised.

"It's pretty weird. Is there a breeze in here? Does it go outside? How did you guys get all of this, down here." She waved a hand when she said 'all of this' as if it wasn't obvious.

FOREST | NPC: Nathan

[whateveryousaysugar]

When she came across the forest she turned and stepped inside. She didn't know of a mutant who could produce a forest but it wasn't out of the realm of possibilities. She paused when she saw the man leaning against the rock, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

"Not the strangest thing I've seen, hon. You look a little on the weary side, been a long day?"

RESTRICTED AREAS | NPC: Luther

[evercyclic]

Very few areas of HQ are accessible by these newcomers, a fact Luther had insisted upon when it was decided this strange phenomena be redirected to HQ in the first place. Their enemies were certainly not few, and there was no reason to trust these new people with their secrets. Luther took it upon himself to police the halls, making sure all these people knew their place and stayed out of their areas. These people couldn't be trusted.

The vampire is a shadow, unseen unless someone wanders into a place they don't belong, at which point the shadow begins to tail them, only speaking when he believes they've gone too far.

"Areas are restricted for a reason."

RESTRICTED AREAS | NPC: Luther (Near the training wing)

[stressshopping]

"I didn't see a sign posted."

Hanna turned to look up at Luther, her eyes narrowing at him while her arms cross defensively in front of her chest. She didn't like the idea of being brought here and then restricted to a small area. She needed to call her mom and her friends. There were more important things to worry about.

What's more annoying is that this pretty body was now getting on her case. She was trying to sneak but she wasn't very good at it.

RESTRICTED AREAS | NPC: Luther

[playsforkeeps]

A restricted area just across from the underground forest, eh? Gambit couldn't resist. Most people hid their secrets right out in the open in his experience, invisible to all except those who knew to look for it. Being trapped in a place where the secrets were clearly labeled? It almost seemed like a distraction.

Or an invitation. Most curtains and signs were to the Cajun, after all, or at least he took them as such. His trained eyes scanned the area for sensors or anything else out of place. He wasn't particularly knowledgeable on magic, but he knew the signs, and he didn't see anything out of the ordinary in that regard, either. Funny. No motion detectors, no hidden cameras, no guards unless the minimal art on the walls were actually shape-shifted sentries.

He takes one step down the training hallway before he hears Luther's voice. It sends a chill down his spine and makes the bottom of his stomach fall out. There hadn't been anyone there. At all. The Cajun turns to look over his shoulder, smirking.

"Don't want your new visitors ta see the man behind the curtain?"

RESTRICTED AREAS | NPC: Luther

[defenderofmen]

Elena stopped, the muscles in her shoulder and back tensing as she turned towards the disembodied voice. He'd moved to fast for her to see but the strange smell was unmistakably out of place. She felt very out of her league but she was at least skilled with treading lightly.

"I must have gotten turned around." Her voice was slow and even as she looked at Luther. Her brows furrow and her expression grows more serious.

"What are you?"

RECEIVING BAY | NPC: Airy

[evercyclic]

The receiving bay is the first thing that you'll see when you arrive. It's a very plan looking room with white walls and a raised concrete ceiling. There are a few empty shelves still on the walls making the area look like it used to be a storage room. The platform is a lowered area at the center of the room with steps leading up towards the door out.

At the end of the steps is a petite girl with chestnut brown hair and bright emerald eyes. She's wearing a warm smile as she greets you.

"Hi! I'm Airy. Welcome to HQ. Sorry about all this but if you have any questions let me know."

RECEIVING BAY | NPC: Airy

[kingoftheloonybin]

After receiving the package Zack scanned the room for anything that looked familiar. He then made eye contact with Airy.

“This is not the Lab”

Having been on his way back to the lab from a crime scene, Zack was in a dark blue jump suit covered in dirt and other undetermined material.

Without breaking concentration. “I need to get back to my lab at the Jeffersonian Institute in Washington DC. Is there any way of using this equipment to return me to where I was?”

RECEIVING BAY | NPC: Airy

[misskringle]

"Employment an option? I plan on seeking a proper position post haste." Kristen quickly decided after getting the arrival speech. She was on a mission to find something that could give her a badly needed sense of order since sitting around all day was not going to cut it for very long.

RECEIVING BAY | NPC: Airy

[theycalledmeacurse]

Rogue accepted the package carefully, making sure not to touch the other woman with her bare skin. She was still wearing the awful grey uniform she'd been forced to wear by her captors, which made her look like something out of a science fiction movie, but worst of all - she'd lost her gloves. They were somewhere back in the other timeline, wiped out of existence now.

"Is there-" She paused for a moment, swallowing thickly, before looking at Airy with wide, somewhat frightened eyes and asking in her smooth southern drawl, "Is there any chance I could find a pair of gloves somewhere?" The very last thing she wanted to do was accidentally hurt someone. She'd done too much damage already.

RECEIVING BAY | NPC: Airy

[pottersluck]

Harry looked around, then back at her, and blinked.

"Yeah, ah, what else can you tell me? I don't like suddenly being out of sorts." Which was a lie, really. He was used to being without information. That was kind of his life. Still, and all, he wanted answers if he could get them.

Grace | OPEN

[allineedisyou]

HALLWAYS

Papa! Papa!

[She knows what that nice woman had said when she arrived but she wants to find her father. Her cloak is pulled over her cheeks but as she runs down the hall it falls showing off long her messy blonde hair.]

Papa are you here?!

[Grace continues to call out, her voice echoing down the long hallways.]

FOREST

I can smell mushrooms.

[Grace makes her way through the fores, her nose sniffing in the air. She crawls over a large rock and then pauses at the base of a tree. She kneels in the ground and lightly brushes her fingers over the familiar fungus.]

I found them papa.

[She closes her eyes and sits on the damp earth, trying her best not to cry. How long has he been gone? Now he'll never find her.]

DORMITORIES

[Grace finds her room after some trail and error. She looks around finding the single person dwelling lonely. She's not used to it considering she'd often sleep in the same room with others.

She moves back out to the common area of the Sun dorms and curls up on the small couch. Her cloak works well as a blanket and within a few minutes she's falling into a deep sleep.

In her dreams, anything is possible.]

DORMITORIES

[offwithhishat]

[ Jefferson had done his own brand of investigating after his arrival, but just about everything he'd found out was either irrelevant to what he was looking for or made him question both the people he'd met and his grip on his own sanity.

Being trapped in Storybrooke had been a nightmare. Of course it had. But this place? This place was like hell. Grace was painfully out of his reach yet again, and the fact that he didn't even know who to properly blame left him feeling more angry and bitter than he did on most days. At least he'd been able to see her before. Seeing her with them every day was its own kind of hell, but it had been better than Wonderland. It had been better than the utter hopelessness he felt now. Without much thinking, he'd found himself heading toward the dormitories. He needed time and quiet to process what all had happened and if he could do anything to make going back to Storybrooke even work. How could he even do that without the Savior? She had been the only shot he'd had in nearly thirty years.

Jefferson was so caught up drowning in his own thoughts and fears that he almost went without noticing the small frame curled up sleeping, but a certain pattern caught the corner of his eye and it made him stop dead in his tracks. He continued to look forward, knowing his mind was likely playing tricks on him. For a flicker in time he thought about going on his way, but making himself do that was impossible. He tried not to have any expectations when he turned his head, but all it took was a single glimpse of that familiar red cloak for him to know.

It was Grace. His Grace. His eyes shot to her face and what he saw there only confirmed what he already knew, a hand flying up to cover his mouth in sheer shock. She was right there. Right there. But would she even know him? He knew she didn't dress like that in Storybrooke, knew she didn't have her memories, and yet there she was looking so similar to the day he had foolishly left her.

He began to let her name slip, but that was when the panic set in. He had no right to speak to her. She had to hate him. She had to. Why wouldn't she? He'd made a promise and then he'd broken it in the worst possible way. He wanted to move, to hide, but he remained completely still. He couldn't think clearly enough to make his body do anything. The way his emotions banged against his skull made the situation worse and he could feel the threat of tears at the corners of his eyes. She had been found but he was still lost. ]

HALLWAY

[thedeadguy]

[Joey's head's still swimming from all the information he was forced to cram into it in so short a time, and he's still reoccupied with all the revelations, too, like not being dead, not having Red, not being DEAD...wait, he'd covered that one already.

He was sort of wandering aimlessly, just sort of...exploring really. He has a hard time remembering what it was like to just wander around, do his own thing, when he nearly collided with the kid calling for her dad. He frowned at first, not wanting to get involved, but come on. Who could leave a little girl who was clearly lost wandering around the halls alone?

Even if she was dressed like Little Red Riding Hood.]

Heey, easy there, sweet-cheeks. Where's the fire?

Forest

[mynameisallen]

[Allen had been majorly confused since he arrived. This wasn't the Order where he had just returned to before coming here, but the place seemed... much different than the Order. He had brushed it down to being a different branch, but yet at the same time... They didn't seem to know who he was.

With that thought in mind he continued walking forward, the one thing he would always keep saying no matter what. However he soon heard a voice and glanced over. It was a young girl? A young girl here... he wasn't sure what to think.]

Hello. What are you doing out here?

Joey Mallone | OPEN

[thedeadguy]

REC ROOM
[Admittedly, there are a lot of games around here Joey has absolutely no experience with, but he can play a mean game of ping pong. Sure, maybe he should be trying to figure out what's going on around here, or how to get home, but at the moment, he's just going to be enjoying being corporeal again. Even if the place smells a little too clean. He's never ever sure it's that, or if he's just that unused to smelling anything. Being dead'll do that to a guy. If anyone walks near enough, he'll smile a charming smile and wave them down.]

Hey, mac. You up for a game?

[whateveryousaysugar]

Think you can take me hon?

[A smooth southern tone accompanies her words while a smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. Rogue picks up one of the paddles and steps to the other side of the ping-pong table accepting Joey's challenge.]

Kristen Kringle l OTA

[misskringle]

(Moon Dorms)

Kristen Kringle was a woman on a mission: finding proper employment where her intelligence would be an asset and not be trapped in retail or even worse. So she borrowed a newspaper from the rec room and was going over the help wanted ads with her mental version of a fine tooth comb. Granted her editec memory was taking in the information as she was reading along with her taking notes. "Some serious redesign is also in order, this place needs books and a small radio among other things." as she made a growing list of things to buy as soon as possible. "Clothes, a small television, a radio, books, a proper teapot." making her list without knowing she had left the door open.

Moon Dorms

[allineedisyou]

Grace had been wandering around though she kept her pathway to the dorms. She was getting a little tired but she was to curious and nervous to sleep. She paused when she heard someone speaking out loud and followed the voice to the Moon Dorms.

She'd never lived in dorms before and hadn't realized that another set of people lived here. She continued forward, pausing just outside of Kristen's door. Light brown eyes watched the woman curiously before speaking.

"Excuse me." The young girl remained lingering in the doorway. "What are you doing?"

Elena Micheals | OPEN

[defenderofmen]

ARRIVAL

The wide range of new smells slammed against her senses and brought her quickly to her feet. She glared at the brown haired stranger and at anyone else around her. She didn't like the idea of suddenly being brought to a strange place, let alone caged. Her shoulders were tense and her thoughts drifted back to Stonehaven. It wasn't her concern, she shouldn't be worried; that's what she's going to keep telling herself.

She took the phone before turning and leaving the room. The stranger assured that things were okay but she was going to asses that herself.

FOREST

When Elena read the map she had been skeptical however the scent drifting through the halls washed away any doubt. She turned towards the door leading into the forest picking up the rich scents of the earth and wind trapped within the enclosed room. It was strange and definitely something she'd check out.

There were strange, new, smells and they demanded her attention.

The need to shift rose but she pushed it back. She was skilled at pushing unpleasant things away.

MOON DORMS

"Is that suppose to be ironic?"

Elena can be spotted just outside the dorms. Her crystal blue eyes studied the sign while her fingers lightly fiddle with pendant around her neck. Just another thing to hide from those around her. She'd have to find a place to shift, a safe place to run. The longest she's held out was a month and Logan had scolded her for it.

She turned and stepped inside to inspect her new living space. She wasn't happy about it but brooding wasn't going to help.

MOON DORMS

[playsforkeeps]

The first rule of living with other people was knowing who they were. Remy had spent enough time living with a lot of different types of people to know that. He approached the hallway leading to the Moon Dorms just behind Elena, and close enough to hear her comment though he didn't understand it's meaning. He watched her step into room 102 and looked across the common room to 201, his stop, her comment still running through his head.

"Ironic, eh? Why, 'cause we just gonna sleep here, or somethin' more specific?"