ARRIVAL LOG - First Wave

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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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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.]

[thedeadguy]

[Joey smirks at the broad. Interesting suit there, accentuates all the right curves. Not bad on the eyes, this one. Not at all.]

Sure thing, bright eyes. I might be a little rusty.

[whateveryousaysugar]

[He's welcome to look though she'll notice the direction of his gaze if it lingers to long.]

No worries sugar. I expect we'll play a few rounds.

[Rogue smirks.]

[thedeadguy]

[Of course it lingers. Think about who we're talking about here.]

Sounds good, doll. [He tosses her the ball.]

You want to get us started?

[whateveryousaysugar]

Aren't you a gentlemen.

[She smiles at him and then positioned herself to hit the ball across the table. These sorts of games were silly but she enjoyed them. It is partially due to Gambit while the other part is simply her love for something simple and enjoyment.

Life is complicated and messy; games aren't.]

[thedeadguy]

[He smirks as though his next statement is a really funny joke.] Just call me old-fashioned, sweetheart.

[Rusty was right. Laughing all the while, for no other reason than he could touch a paddle and hit a ball, he shook his head. The first round was over withing seconds.] You'd think I hadn't played in 70 years, huh?

[whateveryousaysugar]

You don't look a day over thirty.

[Rogue smiles at his laughter. It's bright and happy and she doesn't understand why but its a sound that she enjoys.]

Old-fashioned, a gentlemen, it just depends what you call it hon.

[thedeadguy]

[Joey laughs, nodding.]

That's 'cause I'm not, sister. It's a long story.

[But he shakes his head, still smiling.]

Old-fashioned? Yeah, sure. A gentleman? Not Joey Mallone.

[defenderofmen]

[Mac? Elena raises an eyebrow at the man, her expression serious and not at all amused.]

Is this really the time for that?

[thedeadguy]

[He looked her over, definitely appreciating what he saw. He smiles that charming (at least in his own head) Mallone smile.]

You got anywhere else to be, doll?

[defenderofmen]

I think we all have somewhere to be. [Simply no way of getting there. She glances around the area before quickly pulling her gaze back to Joey.]

My name is Elena.

[She corrects him softly as her fingers rise and play with the long chain around her neck. Elena isn't very good at games and she hasn't played any since she'd been turned. It seems silly now and she'd be at an unfair advantage.]

[thedeadguy]

[He smiles at her response. It was a name, that was something.]

Elena, huh? Pretty name. I'm Joey.

[defenderofmen]

Thank you Joey.

[A smile teases her lips but it's small and fleeting.]

So, how long have you been here?

[She wouldn't guess for very long but she wonders if he's been here since arriving. He seems enamored with the room like a little puppy finding a new toy. It's cute.]

[thedeadguy]

[He shrugs.]

Couple days? You?

[defenderofmen]

This morning.

[Or what she assumes is morning.]

I'm still finding my way around. This isn't at all like home but then, I've never spent a lot of time underground.

[thedeadguy]

Ya don't say...

[Is that just normal?]

Do...a lot of people live underground where you're from?

[mynameisallen]

What game?

[This was oddly a really strange room to him. He didn't even know what the heck half of the stuff was.]

Though... I don't actually know half of the stuff that is here, but if they had cards, I'm good at that.

[thedeadguy]

There's probably cards around here somewhere.

[He holds up the paddle.]

Ping pong? It's, uh, table tennis.

[mynameisallen]

[Well he figured while he didn't know the same, wouldn't it be a good time to actually learn something new.]

I still don't know what it is, but I'll be happy to learn.

[thedeadguy]

[Joey never thought he'd be teaching someone how to play table tennis. Like...ever?]

Well, we take these paddles. [He holds one up for demonstration.] And we take turns hitting this ball back and forth. You score points when the other person misses.

[mynameisallen]

[Okay, that actually sounded simple enough. He could do that. Making sure he used his right hand over his left, he held the paddle firmly.]

Okay, I think I got it. Shall we start?

[thedeadguy]

[Joey nods, bouncing the ball on the table a few times to get the feel of it, and possibly to get the idea of what a ball feels like at all again. This...was actually pretty cool.]

Sure, kid. I'll serve.

[And he proceeds to do so.]

[mynameisallen]

[He carefully watched the ball, making sure his grip was at least tight enough to be able to keep a good grip of the bat before proceeding to hit the ball back over.

he seemed pretty happy to be able to at least do it the first time.]

[thedeadguy]

(OOC: And then I realized I don't actually know how to play ping pong >.> I hope it's okay if I just sort of breeze through the game part...)

[Joey was rusty, as evidenced by the fact that Allen ends up winning, but he doesn't seem to mind from the way he's laughing about it after it's all said and done.]

Not bad, kid. Not bad at all.