INTRO LOG - OCTOBER 2013

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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!)

Comments

[wallcrawler]

"The who-?"

That question gets cut off a little short, thanks to Conner's even shorter temper. Fortunately, Spidey's a pretty durable guy, and while that punch hurts a lot more than he's used to, all it really does is momentarily daze him and knock him clear off the web line. He recovers by the time he's near a support beam after his unexpected flight, and quickly orients himself to land safely, if a little inverted.

"Okay, I was going to say I was your Spidey godmother here to get to Prince Charming's little shindig, but there's no dress on the planet that can hide that personality!"

There's a thwip as Spidey fires off a one-handed web line from his landing spot, though this one misses Superboy by a good couple of feet to his right. Of course, while Spidey's usual method of conversation helps alleviate a little nervousness at facing his foes, it's also meant to distract them. Well, that and make them angry. Right now, he's hoping for both, and that maybe Superboy will be too focused on him to try and figure out where that webbing was going. Because after one good yank, Spidey's ripped a nearby bench out of the ground and pulled it through the air right toward Superboy's back. Much safer to beat people over the head with heavy objects from a distance, after all. But just in case he does get a little curious...

"Somebody could use a little quiet time in corner. So how 'bout you take a seat 'til you cool off!"

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Dodging attacks isn't so much Superboy's forte as much as taking them very well is. The bench crashes against his shoulders, causing a shock of pain that he knows instinctively won't bruise, but might smart later. The Black Spider may have him in agility, but Conner can outlast him. The hard part will be getting his hands on him in the first place.

He shrugs off the impact from the bench and squares himself.

"Don't play games, Black Spider! Where are the others?!"

The assassin probably isn't operating alone. If he was, he wouldn't dare being out in the open like this. He whips his head around, using his infrared vision in an attempt to find others hiding in the trees.

[wallcrawler]

"Hey, you're gonna go all psycho on me, at least get the name right. It's Spider-Man. The black suit was a one time thing, pal!"

Getting his hands on Spidey wouldn't be a problem for long. The bench had proven to be less effective than he'd hoped, which meant it was time for him to try a little spider-strength. Two more web lines were fired, one to each side of Conner, though this time he wasn't aiming for anything in particular. Just something solid enough to support the forces he was about to put on it.

With a solid tug, he yanked himself off his perch and toward Conner, putting his feet out in front of him to try and give him a nice, solid kick to the chest. Maybe enough to knock the wind out of him, maybe not, but definitely enough to send him through the air if it connected. The one problem with this plan?

It meant putting himself within arms reach. And as fast as he was flying through the air, Spidey was still no speedster.