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cycleofages2016-07-23 10:14 pm
evercyclic) wrote in cycleofages2016-07-23 10:14 pm
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 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. 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! |
FOREST | NPC: Nathan
"Then why doesn't she just create a way for us to get home?" She didn't mean for her words to sound so sharp but she was frustrated, alone and didn't know what else to do. Then she came to find that this girl can create anything but they're still stuck here.
FOREST | NPC: Nathan
"Because in order for her to create anything that works, she has to know how it works. we don't know where all of you came from, where those places are in the huge scheme of things, or any idea how to send you back."
He looks to her pointedly. "Or, trust me, we would."
FOREST | NPC: Nathan
Hanna simply lacked no tact and that wasn't likely to chance.
"You don't want us here and we don't want to be here. I think I got the situation now."
FOREST | NPC: Nathan
"Look. It's just that...you're sort of like refugees that just showed up on our doorstep. We couldn't just throw you out, but until you started happening, we had a really organized way of handling the people who already live here. There wasn't any way to plan for it, so we're all adjusting."
FOREST | NPC: Nathan
She nodded her head as if her thanks had been part of her whole plan.
FOREST | NPC: Nathan
And he realizes this is probably the first she's heard of this guy, and he's not going to be saying anything else about it.
FOREST | NPC: Nathan
She didn't seem to pick up on the name for a few seconds.
"Wait." Hanna squinted at him. "Who's Charles?"