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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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?"

"If that was the case then it wouldn't be restricted would it?"

His tone was flat and humorless as he stepped around Gambit. He wasn't about to let the strange man go snooping further down the hall.

"Sounds like dat is the curtain ta me, homme." He continued to smile, confident, even a little cocky, at this new man who was of a height with him. Truth be told, he wasn't feeling particularly confident at all, knowing they had a completely silent, undetectable guard dog sniffing around all the restricted areas, but he didn't need to know that.

"So, what's behind door number one, eh?"

"I can tell you have issues hearing. Let me make myself more clear."

Luther took a small step forward, his shoulders squared and his demeanor threatening. He would throw Gambit out if it came to it and he's making that fact perfectly clear. "You can leave or I can make you."

Gambit crosses his arms, not backing down. If this was how they welcomed people, he had a pretty good idea what to expect from this place.

"How 'bout you answer me a question, first, mon ami." There was a subtle emphasis on the moniker, his tone slightly sarcastic. "What's your plan, eh? What's the endgame? Why'd ya bring us here?"

"You think we wanted you here?"

His eyes narrow. "We're your baby sitters and you're intruding."

Remy tilted his head to the side in curiosity, and blinked. "Baby-sitters, eh? Dat's what you are? Show us the play room an' let us run off ta play with the others, long as we do what we told? Dat it?"

"Would you rather we lock you in a room like cattle?"

He scoffs, shaking his head. "Always de same. People don' know what somebody can do, where dey come from, so they gotta lock 'em up. Safer dat way, non? Better ta throw away a key for one than risk havin' a friend on account 'a what dat somebody might do."

He gives the boy another one over before shoving his hands in the pockets of his duster and turning on his heel, back the way he came. "I'm leavin', homme. Don' you worry none. I'll play nice." For now.

Luther glared after the man, making a mental not to tell his father. At least they knew who the nosy ones were now.

ARRIVAL LOG - First Wave

RESTRICTED AREAS | NPC: Luther

RESTRICTED AREAS | NPC: Luther

RESTRICTED AREAS | NPC: Luther

RESTRICTED AREAS | NPC: Luther

RESTRICTED AREAS | NPC: Luther

RESTRICTED AREAS | NPC: Luther

RESTRICTED AREAS | NPC: Luther

RESTRICTED AREAS | NPC: Luther

RESTRICTED AREAS | NPC: Luther

RESTRICTED AREAS | NPC: Luther