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ARRIVAL LOG - First Wave

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!

Threaded | Flat

In the cafeteria in HQ, meals are served pro-bono and at specific times: breakfast is served from 8am-10am, lunch from 12pm-2pm, and dinner from 6pm-8pm. While there are a few members of HQ who help out with dishes, the ordering is handled at the counter, and if you want a meal, you'll need to talk to Gus.

Gus is an older but powerfully built man who stands 6'2" and has a dominate and gruff air about him. He's in charge of this place and there will be no shenanigans. When someone approaches the counter, he'll move to them, meeting their gaze without waver, and lean against the bar.

"What'll it be?"

The forest at the heart of HQ is probably the strangest aspect of the place, barring the way all the newcomers have arrived. It's contained within a large room roughly the size of an airplane hanger, but within is soil, towering trees, wind, a sun that rises and sets along with the true sun that hangs over the city beyond HQ, a small stream flows through the picturesque setting, and wildflowers carpet the forest floor. It's a place sacred to Airy and Nathan, as they were it's originators, and Nathan makes a habit of spending a great deal of time there.

The young man can be found reclining against a rock outcropping alongside the stream throughout the day, taking a reprieve from the new arrivals and communing with a very real forest he helped create. He may also be protecting it from any of the new people who might seek to do it harm. He'll smile in a friendly way if anyone comes close and incline his head in greeting.

"Have a seat. It's not as weird as it seems, I promise."

Very few areas of HQ are accessible by these newcomers, a fact Luther had insisted upon when it was decided this strange phenomena be redirected to HQ in the first place. Their enemies were certainly not few, and there was no reason to trust these new people with their secrets. Luther took it upon himself to police the halls, making sure all these people knew their place and stayed out of their areas. These people couldn't be trusted.

The vampire is a shadow, unseen unless someone wanders into a place they don't belong, at which point the shadow begins to tail them, only speaking when he believes they've gone too far.

"Areas are restricted for a reason."

The receiving bay is the first thing that you'll see when you arrive. It's a very plan looking room with white walls and a raised concrete ceiling. There are a few empty shelves still on the walls making the area look like it used to be a storage room. The platform is a lowered area at the center of the room with steps leading up towards the door out.

At the end of the steps is a petite girl with chestnut brown hair and bright emerald eyes. She's wearing a warm smile as she greets you.

"Hi! I'm Airy. Welcome to HQ. Sorry about all this but if you have any questions let me know."

HALLWAYS

Papa! Papa!

[She knows what that nice woman had said when she arrived but she wants to find her father. Her cloak is pulled over her cheeks but as she runs down the hall it falls showing off long her messy blonde hair.]

Papa are you here?!

[Grace continues to call out, her voice echoing down the long hallways.]

FOREST

I can smell mushrooms.

[Grace makes her way through the fores, her nose sniffing in the air. She crawls over a large rock and then pauses at the base of a tree. She kneels in the ground and lightly brushes her fingers over the familiar fungus.]

I found them papa.

[She closes her eyes and sits on the damp earth, trying her best not to cry. How long has he been gone? Now he'll never find her.]

DORMITORIES

[Grace finds her room after some trail and error. She looks around finding the single person dwelling lonely. She's not used to it considering she'd often sleep in the same room with others.

She moves back out to the common area of the Sun dorms and curls up on the small couch. Her cloak works well as a blanket and within a few minutes she's falling into a deep sleep.

In her dreams, anything is possible.]

REC ROOM
[Admittedly, there are a lot of games around here Joey has absolutely no experience with, but he can play a mean game of ping pong. Sure, maybe he should be trying to figure out what's going on around here, or how to get home, but at the moment, he's just going to be enjoying being corporeal again. Even if the place smells a little too clean. He's never ever sure it's that, or if he's just that unused to smelling anything. Being dead'll do that to a guy. If anyone walks near enough, he'll smile a charming smile and wave them down.]

Hey, mac. You up for a game?

(Moon Dorms)

Kristen Kringle was a woman on a mission: finding proper employment where her intelligence would be an asset and not be trapped in retail or even worse. So she borrowed a newspaper from the rec room and was going over the help wanted ads with her mental version of a fine tooth comb. Granted her editec memory was taking in the information as she was reading along with her taking notes. "Some serious redesign is also in order, this place needs books and a small radio among other things." as she made a growing list of things to buy as soon as possible. "Clothes, a small television, a radio, books, a proper teapot." making her list without knowing she had left the door open.

ARRIVAL

The wide range of new smells slammed against her senses and brought her quickly to her feet. She glared at the brown haired stranger and at anyone else around her. She didn't like the idea of suddenly being brought to a strange place, let alone caged. Her shoulders were tense and her thoughts drifted back to Stonehaven. It wasn't her concern, she shouldn't be worried; that's what she's going to keep telling herself.

She took the phone before turning and leaving the room. The stranger assured that things were okay but she was going to asses that herself.

FOREST

When Elena read the map she had been skeptical however the scent drifting through the halls washed away any doubt. She turned towards the door leading into the forest picking up the rich scents of the earth and wind trapped within the enclosed room. It was strange and definitely something she'd check out.

There were strange, new, smells and they demanded her attention.

The need to shift rose but she pushed it back. She was skilled at pushing unpleasant things away.

MOON DORMS

"Is that suppose to be ironic?"

Elena can be spotted just outside the dorms. Her crystal blue eyes studied the sign while her fingers lightly fiddle with pendant around her neck. Just another thing to hide from those around her. She'd have to find a place to shift, a safe place to run. The longest she's held out was a month and Logan had scolded her for it.

She turned and stepped inside to inspect her new living space. She wasn't happy about it but brooding wasn't going to help.

Edited 2016-07-30 17:21 (UTC)

Threaded | Flat

CAFETERIA | NPC: Gus

FOREST | NPC: Nathan

RESTRICTED AREAS | NPC: Luther

RECEIVING BAY | NPC: Airy

Grace | OPEN