cycleofages | ARRIVAL LOG

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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Airy could see the fear seeded within the girls gaze and while asking for gloves was an odd request she knew that it wouldn't be the strangest thing she'll hear today. It was summer but she's pretty sure that she has a pair of gloves in her room that the other girl can have.

"Yeah." Her head tilted and bright emerald eyes studied Rogue's hand. "Your hands are a little bigger than mind." Airy had tiny hands. "But I think I have those cotton stretchy ones."

She looked back up at Rogue, her expression earnest and friendly. "Will that be okay?"

Rogue couldn't help but sigh in relief. While everything else about all of this was seeming like some strange dream, too strange to believe, at least having gloves would give her a sense of security. A sense that perhaps she wouldn't hurt anyone here, or add to the myriad of psyches already crammed into her head. It was crazy enough in there already.

"That would be just fine, thank you so much," she answered with an expression of genuine gratitude. "Really, you've no idea how much I appreciate it."

Airy's smile brightens and she waved for Rogue to follow her. "Yeah! If you ever need anything just as me okay? I mean I might not be able to answer but I can find an answer." She was stubborn like that.

The short brunette leads Rogue from the receiving bay and then turned right. After a few steps she looked up at Rogue with a single digit pressed over her lips. "Oh, um... don't tell anyone I'm bringing you back here okay?" Luther would kill her if he learned that she'd broken the rules. "I mean I'm sure it's fine if you're with me..."

Following the other woman as indicated, Rogue couldn't help but wonder who exactly this person was. It seemed like she was in a position of some power, with the fact that she was greeting a new arrival, but that could easily be a misconception on the southern belle's part. Especially since apparently she had some answers but not all of them. So then who, or what, was behind all of this?

"I won't tell anyone," she assured Airy, trying for a small smile and just barely managing a ghost of one. It had been too long since she'd last smiled. Taking a deep breath, she decided to ask the question that had been bothering her since she'd suddenly been here with her memories intact instead of back at the mansion living a normal, happy life. "Why am I here?"

Airy continued down the hall, her eyebrows furrowed at the question and she eventually just shook her head. "We don't know... we were able to bring you someplace safe but it surprised us as much as it did you."

She turned a corner looking up at Rogue. "I am sorry. I want to give you more than that. We'll have more soon." She paused in front of a door and held up her hand.

"I'll be right back." She slipped into her room and came out a few minutes later with a pair of gloves and a smile. "HA! I found them right where I left them. Let's head back." Before Luther caught them.

Someplace safe. She almost laughed at that, bitterly, because she couldn't even remember what it was like to feel safe. It had been four years since she'd felt anything remotely similar to safety, and something told her it would take a while before that particular sensation returned.

She waited patiently outside the door while Airy was inside, only glancing along the hall once or twice, but not moving to investigate anything. Once upon a time, she might have done, but she just didn't have the energy for it now. When Airy returned, Rogue glanced at the gloves she held before nodding and turning to go back the way they'd come.

"What are we supposed to do while we're here?" Might as well ask all the questions she could while she had the chance.

"Just get settled for now and feed." Food was important and it make people smile. At least that's what Gus would say and Airy was inclined to believe him.

"We managed to set up some rooms really fast for people but we're still getting things together." Their arrival was a surprise. "Once we have stuff together we'll have a better plan."

She turned towards Rogue as they step away from the restricted section, her lips forming a frown. "I am really sorry I don't have more than that right now but the phones we gave you will let us contact you guys too. That way we can keep you guys informed."

ARRIVAL LOG - First Wave

RECEIVING BAY | NPC: Airy

RECEIVING BAY | NPC: Airy

RECEIVING BAY | NPC: Airy

RECEIVING BAY | NPC: Airy

RECEIVING BAY | NPC: Airy

RECEIVING BAY | NPC: Airy

RECEIVING BAY | NPC: Airy