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!

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Grace frowned but moved over to the seat. Her heart told her to keep looking though she knew that it wouldn't be very smart to keep running around. Her father had wanted her to stay safe and that's what she would do. Pushing her palms on the seat she jumps up, her feet dangling in the air.

Grace was twelve and at least 4 feet tall but it still made stools difficult.

"Something?"

Her head turned towards the menu, remembering the note about special orders. The only problem was that none of the foods sounded familiar to her. She stared at the board for a long time trying to determine what things were. They didn't have hotdogs or pizza in the Enchanted Forest.

He smiles, slightly sad, as the girl makes her way onto the stool. She reminds him a little of his own little girl, lost now, and maybe a little older, but she still has that same sort of cherubic innocence.

"You ever had hotdogs, sweetie?"

Once Grace was settled she pulled back her hood showing off her long wheat colored hair. She had a braid to one side that was messy and it was obvious she'd braided it herself.

"No, what is it?"

Gus can't help raising his eyebrows at the question. This poor, deprived kid.

"It's meat on a bun with toppings. Want to give it a shot?"

"Yes, please."

She smiled and rested her hands in her lap as she patiently waited for her meal. She was a very polite kid.

"Do you have any tea by chance?"

He laughs, nodding and getting her what she asked for. "I've got plenty of tea, kiddo. What's your favorite kind?"

"Do you have Wintergreen tea? It is a tea made from the evergreen plant in a Boreal forest." She knew a lot about tea simply because of her father.

Even after he'd left she began to learn as much as she could about the dried blends. It made her feel close to her father and she's grown affectionate to the different types of tisanes she could find.

"If not, maybe something new?" Grace isn't sure if they have tea she's never heard of here. Most of the teas she knows grow in groves.

Gus shook his head at her question, looking lost.

"I don't think I've ever heard of that one, kiddo. What's it taste like?" Maybe he could find something similar at least. Thanks to his boss, he knew a lot about tea.

"It's a plant that grows in the winter and it tastes..." She paused trying to find the right word to describe it. "Warm and a little like mint but snowy mint."

Grace wasn't sure if that made sense but it was hard to describe the taste. Her father always made it for their tea parties.

"If it's too much trouble I'll drink something else. I like all teas." She really didn't want to cause him trouble.

"I'll have to look into it." To be honest, most teas, Gus knew the scent of but not the taste. He's not a huge fan of tea.

He points down the counter, where a display of available teas was. "Why don't you pick something?"

Grace looked down at the display and then pointed to an herbal tea. It wasn't of a flower she knew but she always liked herbal teas.

"Can I have this one please?"

[He smiles.]

Sure thing, kiddo. Give me just a sec.

[And he goes about making that tea.]

[Grace gives him an enthusiastic nod.]

Thank you very much.

ARRIVAL LOG - First Wave

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus