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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Rogue gave him a small, sheepish smile at the comment about eating something. She knew she would have to before long, even something small - she was too thin and she needed to nutrients. But after three years of hardly eating anything... well, she had to actually think about things like chewing and swallowing, and that didn't make for a pleasant meal.

A community of orphans. Lord, did that sound familiar. "Thanks. When should I start?" Because it wasn't as if she had a busy schedule at the moment.

Gus smiles, truly appreciative of her offer, and her earnest desire to get started. He shakes his head.

"Tell you what. Why don't you spend the next week or so getting your bearings, and come see me next week?"

A week. It sounded manageable, but long. She could do it, though, and she'd be just fine.

"That sounds good," she agreed with a smile, finishing off her coffee. "And this coffee is amazing. Really."

He smiles at her reaction, nodding in satisfaction and appreciation.

"I've had a lot of practice, kiddo."

ARRIVAL LOG - First Wave

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus