rekindleme | INTRO LOG - OCTOBER 2013

Who: Everyone
Where: The Welcome Plaza
When: 18th October, afternoon
Summary: The new arrivals, freshly pulled from their worlds or others, awaken in a strange plaza...
Warnings: Inbox death may occur. System overload at own risk. SOME NPC RESPONSES WILL BE SLOW.

The lanterns flicker and the shadows rise...

Perhaps you felt a rumble beneath your feet, a sensation of what you were standing upon giving way underneath you as something pulled you in and away from what it was you were doing. Or, perhaps it was simply a gentle tap on your shoulder before you had the same tugging sensation from behind your navel. No matter which it was; there is one other constant:

lp...
A quiet rustle of the wind, wherever it is coming from as it hits your face.

help... u...

The earth grumbling beneath you resounds with something unintelligible. Of course; it's the earth. Dirt can't speak, after all. Yet it won't stop, nor does the wind. All you wanted to do was sleep...

Yet suddenly it stops, and as you begin to stir, you begin to feel the crisp wind still seems to be picking up, yet as it settles, it's almost as if it whispers something to your ear.

'elp... u... sh....

Before you can make sense of it, it is gone; and when you awaken, you begin to realize your surroundings. It looks like...a plaza of some sort? As they look around them, the ground beneath them is an intricate mosaic - a water fountain at the center of the plaza in this foreign world. There are many buildings around its perimeter, making this location seem like a central hub of whatever town this was. Some may even recognize the peculiar design of the buildings and sloped tiled rooftops as a Far Eastern theme. Were they somewhere along the Pacific? Who knows! But what is quite apparent is this: Along with the many buildings surrounding the plaza, the first thing that is noticeable is the amount of people sitting or standing around you in a similar daze.

You are not alone...

One building seems to stand out among all the others; one that seems large enough to house all of the completely lost and confused masses gathered here to the welcome plaza. A sign outside the door reads:
WELCOME CENTER
Newcomers: Please come inside for refreshments and your welcome packets!

Odd... This wasn't written in your own language, and yet you find it easily understandable. Soon enough, if you don't enter on your own, someone comes from inside the double doors to usher you and everyone else inside.

"Welcome to Saeng Seong! I know you must be confused as to where you are and what's going on, but we promise to explain this to you once we're inside and away from this windstorm!"

Whether you go inside immediately or linger outside a little longer, eventually you must come in from the slight autumn chill, and sooner rather than later would probably be better. ...What was that shadow from the corner of your vision?

You'll find yourself in a well-lit lobby, filled with comfortable-looking couches and chairs. Along one wall are refreshment tables, loaded with all sorts of food and drink, including some you probably aren't familiar with. On the wall opposite are a pair of desks, each with a sign and a person seated behind them -

Irene, General Assistance
Devin, Technological Assistance
Mai, Medical Assistance

Unlike a few waves before, the only people in charge seem to be the people behind the desks. They look a bit busy.

However, before you can go over and give them a piece of your mind and ask questions, the same person who ushered you inside hands you a manilla envelope that contains your welcome packet, urging you to read this before asking the two figures questions that the packet likely answers.

Inside it, you will find: a ring with a key and apartment number on it, some kind of cash card, a map and informational guide to the city, and a letter folded neatly on the top -

Welcome to Saeng Seong!

You are among a new group of arrivals to our city, from many far-apart worlds.
We have gathered you here because our city is in a crisis, and we are at our last resorts. The energy of the city is in a slow downward spiral, and is dangerously close to expiring altogether.

That's where you come in - you and everyone else we've brought to the city. Unlike those of us here, you have the potential to generate the energy the city needs, but you'll need to work together to do it.

Why? Because the energy can only be generated when two people touch each other. Any touch will do, but it must be between two of you who are new to the city. If you don't keep in contact with someone, eventually your energy will begin to drain as well, making you dangerously ill.

A few other things:

The closed-off sections of the city are closed off for a reason; approaching them will cause your energy to drain very rapidly. We're working to open the rest of the city to you as soon as we can, but for now, please remain within the four districts in the south and west parts of the city

You have been given a key to a one-bedroom apartment in a complex set aside for you and the other new arrivals, near the riverside in the 1st district. You're free to change your living quarters whenever you like, and we encourage you to move in with someone in one of the larger apartments. When you want to change, just come back to this building to exchange your key.

We've also included a cash card with a living stipend; if you're unfamiliar with this system, or the network established for new arrivals, you can talk to Devin in the lobby for help. It's what he's here for. If you need medical assistance, contact Mai, one of our newest and brightest doctors.

Again, welcome, and thank you for all your help.

Irene
Arrival Liaison

Back behind you, others still linger, and through the translucent glass you can see a banner hanging from the tiled roof of the building across the street in the blistering summer day:

WELCOME TO SAENG SEONG
(ENJOY YOUR STAY!)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He sees this man fall off of his chair and attack a cuff on his wrist. Usually he would simply observe and see just how far this individual would go to get that thing off of himself.

Until he takes a curious look into the man's future, realising that he really needs to stay alive and keep his limbs.

He steps close to the man, then reaches out to take the wrist with the objectionable cuff on it.

Before just a few weeks ago he wouldn't have turned a hair at the unexpected movement, but he's a bit jumpier now, a bit more wary. Allen starts half to his feet again when he sees the other man's hand, turning to face him, and then -- oh. Yes, you were right near him, he noticed you earlier. And then he feels a bit embarrassed.

"I'm sorry--" For jerking away like he thought you might attack him. But he continues on, tactful and polite. "I hope I wasn't disturbing you, I just... forgot myself." He rubs the back of his neck with his other hand.

"You were not," he answers, and even though his voice is completely expressionless, it sounds very truthful. His eyes are on the device on Allen's wrist. "I may be able to remove that."

He's surprised for a beat, and then he unwinds. There's something about this man -- he's not sure what it is. But he's very interested in that particular topic, so it takes down his guard.

"You think so? It may not be straightforward... It was developed by the Science Department at the Order, and they're--" Sigh. "--sort of infamous for making ridiculous devices no normal person would ever be able to think of..."

He puts his hand out, clearly intending to take Allen's wrist again. "May I take a look at the device?" His attention returns to said device. "When was it constructed?"

"When? Johnny didn't say..." He does extend the arm this time, offering the man a smile in faint appreciation. "He said Reever made it to keep Komui on task, so it couldn't have been more than seven years ago -- ah, which would be seven years from 1896, which..."

He trails off. He's barely reconciled the idea that people here may have come from other times, but he definitely doesn't know how to explain the date to someone who may have come from another world.

Wordlessly, he lets Allen ramble while he inspects the device closely, looking it over for any moving parts or clues to its mechanism of action. If it actually was made in the late 1800s, it would be almost entirely mechanical. And even if it wasn't, as long as it was made before the 27th century, he'd have a pretty good idea how the device worked.

The handcuff is certainly old-fashioned enough that it reflects some of the technology at the time, but it is unmistakably unusual, advanced for its day. It contains no visible catches or latches, but there are smooth seams where it must swing open, and a small panel that he'll be able to pry off.

Allen adds, "Be careful. I wouldn't want you to get shocked as well." He's halfway between hope and concern.

Whether September takes that warning under consideration is difficult to tell. He runs his fingers lightly over the device, pressing here and there. Failing to find any catches, the turns his attention to the panel, digging his fingernails under its seam. With a slight tug he pries it off, then peers inside.

Not once does he comment on its eclectic technology level.

He hadn't even noticed that panel before, and leans in a little bit before shifting back again, giving the other man space to work.

His companion is not the chattiest person, Allen suspects, but it's very kind of him to offer assistance. He asks curiously, "Are you very familiar with this sort of technology?"

He turns the other man's wrist slightly to better expose the panel to the light.

"I am familiar with many kinds of technology. This is an amalgamative device, but I am fairly certain I can discover its mechanism of action. Do you have a pair of tweezers or something similar?"

"Amalga..." Yeah, okay. Allen trails off and smiles a bit self-consciously, derailing himself from boggling to actually being helpful, and reaches in his pocket with his Innocence hand. Something that could help... "I'm afraid I don't have much. This coat is actually Johnny's, since I was--"

Oh, actually, there is a leftover tool in the pocket; long and slender and probably made for tampering with electronics. Johnny brought his entire repair kit with him to make some spare money as he traveled. Allen offers it to the man. "Will this do?"

Tilting his head again, September regards the tool for a beat.

"Yes. Thank you." He carefully plucks it from Allen's hand and returns his attention to the device.

There's a bit of prying and wire-snapping and poking. Does that work?

He watches with some interest, but he can't make heads or tails of it. It isn't until the handcuff pops open that he has any idea progress is being made at all, and then he jerks upright, turning his wrist and staring at it.

"You did it! That's amazing! Finally." Oh, Johnny, you're lucky you're such a good friend but you are not getting this torture device back he is going to smash this thing into a million pieces--

Allen looks up at September again, beaming. "Thank you so much! That's really-- I wasn't sure it was even possible."

What was the proper response again? Oh, right. "You are welcome," September murmurs. He gathers up the parts of the cuff and the tool and offers them to Allen. "Do you wish to keep these?"

He accepts them, smiling. "Unless you have some interest in them..." There is a not insignificant chance that he is about to drop them on the ground and smash the pieces with his boot.

"My name is Allen, by the way. Allen Walker." This is where you say your name!

INTRO LOG - OCTOBER 2013

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/slurms across remaining tags so laaaate.

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