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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[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?

[defenderofmen]

[His question makes Elena smile and shake her head.]

No, I'm from Toronto.

[Her blue eyes sparkle with humor as she looks at him.]

I lived in an apartment on the twelfth floor.

[thedeadguy]

So... [Okay, that's weird.] ...you like exploring caves?

[Because that's normal.]

[defenderofmen]

No. I'm a photographer. I spent a lot of time in dark rooms.

[She rarely shoots outside, unless she's traveling and most of her pictures of woods are from Bear Valley or careful orchestration of the park.]

[thedeadguy]

[He chuckles to spite himself, shaking his head.]

Dark rooms, huh? [He doesn't really know much about photography if he's honest.] That's cute, kid.

[defenderofmen]

[Elena raises an eyebrow.]

It's been awhile since I've been called kid. Let's hope the nickname doesn't stick.

[Generally when you reach your thirties you stop being called kid though there is no accounting for taste on Joey's part.]

[thedeadguy]

[When you've spent the better part of 70 years floating around and watching the world change, everybody's a kid, Elena.]

Bright Eyes? [He grins.] Wait, I know. Sweetie.

[defenderofmen]

[Elena laughs and shakes her head.]

How about you surprise me next time we run into each other.

[thedeadguy]

[He chuckles, smiling.]

Okay, sweetheart. I'll put something special together for you.