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!

Comments

[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.

[whateveryousaysugar]

We got time hon, I don't see us goin' no where.

[At least not anytime soon.]

[thedeadguy]

[The more he thought about it, the more he realized it wasn't really that long of a story.]

I died 70 years ago, and then a family got tapped for being mediums and I drew the afterlife's short straw and was assigned as their spirit guide. [He held up a hand.] I know it sounds glamorous, but trust me, it's not all roses.

[whateveryousaysugar]

That wasn't so long sugar though I see where you might be in a tight bind.

[She clicks her tongue while watching him curiously.]

It sounds like work more than glamour. What makes you alive here?

[thedeadguy]

...you can send mail with your phone, sister. That's new to me.

[At least he's pretty sure that's how 'electronic mail' works.]

...that's something you and me'd both like to know.

[whateveryousaysugar]

[Rogue rolls her shoulders in a noncommittal shrug. She's grown up in a time with electronics and she honestly can't imagine not having them. The computer alone helps them do their job as X-Men though she doesn't usually fiddle with it.]

Maybe we'll learn more hon.

[She smiles at him.]

I'll keep my ear out.

[thedeadguy]

Here's hoping. [He rubs a hand across his chin.] I've got someone back home who's depending on me. [To, you know, not go completely insane...]

[whateveryousaysugar]

Let's hope you make it back to her sugar.

[Rogue smiles.]

I'll do what I can to help.

[thedeadguy]

You and me both, sister.

[There wasn't a moment that went by Joey wasn't worried about Rosa. She was alone, he was supposed to be there, with her. Maybe they both hated it, maybe they'd like it some other way, but it wasn't, damn it, and she was his responsibility, such as it was.]

Whatever good it'll do. I'm sure you've got something to get back to yourself.

[whateveryousaysugar]

Yeah but they can handle alone without me.

[She's worried about getting home but perhaps for different reasons than others. She has to be careful not to touch anyone and it's easier in a place where they know that it's the case.]

[thedeadguy]

Maybe so, kid, but maybe not.

[Sometimes you don't realize how important you are. Then again, life seems to just carry on without anyway.]