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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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?

Gus recognized the scent of another wolf, though something about her seemed off. He shrugged it off as just being from a different world, though. It wasn't too much of a stretch.

A smile touched his lips whenever she spoke, and there was a note of pride in his eyes when he nodded, but he tilted his head to the side questioningly.

"You asking for some or just asking, kiddo?"

A small smile tugged at her lips and she took a seat at the counter facing him. Her heels rested against the stools legs while her fingers lightly tugged at the hem of her jacket. She hadn't had someone ever call her kiddo but then she rarely had a family long enjoy for such cute nicknames to come up.

"Both." She was starving and this strange wolf would probably understand that. "I didn't notice any others around." Her eyes watched him as he moved. He'd notice that she was guarded, even when she smiled, there were things haunting her in the shadows.

"Are you the only one here?" She meant werewolf but she's to used to keeping it a secret. If someone found out then Jeremy would have them killed.

Gus' tone became more gruff at her question. For twenty years, he'd thought he'd known what happened to his pack. Now, after recent events, he wasn't so sure he'd been right and that question plagued him every day.

"Yeah. I was the only wolf, anyway, until you showed up."

"Only wolf?"

Elena's voice was soft and she looked nervous. Her eyes flicked around the room as if someone might be able to hear them. As if that was bad. The tension in her shoulders suggested more than just being spotted as a wolf but something darker that lingered within the shadows of her past.

Gus can't help the smirk of amusement that teases his lips, and he shakes his head.

"Don't act like it's a dirty secret, kiddo. Half the people who live down here can smell it."

Elena frowned, her expression betraying her confusion. She shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other. She didn't understand Gus's openness or the amusement dancing in his expression. That sort of smile usually meant something bad, not good.

"How am I suppose to act?"

She tried to keep her voice steady. "I'm used to different rules." There were so many humans here, if Jeremy knew...

Gus shrugged at her question.

"Just act natural, kiddo. Everybody here's got a secret they want to keep from all the normal people out there."

She released a short breath, a smile teasing her lips at the irony. "Something to hide and I can't seem to hide anything here." Her statement wasn't completely true but being outted as a werewolf was a strange feeling.

It just proved that she was right.

They can tell people and it can be okay if they do. No one has to die... Elena stopped her thoughts, not risking to get herself angry around this other wolf. He was clearly in charge to some degree, as well as the only other wolf here and she'd respect that position. "I'll try and remember that. Thank you."

Her eyes turned back towards the board and she heard her stomach grumble. "Can I have a recommendation? I'll eat anything."

Gus smiles at her candor and nods, looking down only briefly to the board, himself. He wrote it, after all.

"I grill a mean steak. Hashbrowns, eggs, toast, muffin, and milk. How's that sound, kiddo?"

Elena flashed Gus a quick smile. "Sounds perfect."

ARRIVAL LOG - First Wave

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus