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rekindleme2014-02-18 06:31 pm
rekindlemods) wrote in rekindleme2014-02-18 06:31 pm
INTRO LOG - FEBRUARY 2014
Who: Everyone
Where: The Welcome Center
When: 18th February, evening
Summary: The new arrivals, freshly pulled from their worlds or others, awaken in a strange place...
Warnings: Inbox death may occur. System overload at own risk. SOME NPC RESPONSES WILL BE SLOW UNTIL THE ONE WHO PLAYS THEM IS PRESENT.
It's a shuddering breath, a sensation of being pulled to elsewhere and finding oneself pressed against something on the soft and some place cozy. However, before one can fully stir, there is and odd, warm stirring sensation that lifts you up from wherever you've been dropped, when you begin to drift off once more.
Yet the feeling passes quickly, and when you awaken, you begin to realize your surroundings. It's a small room with what some might recognize as a Far Eastern theme when it comes to decor, from the walls to the sofa (or bed) you find yourself on. Illumination is provided by carefully crafted lamps, and even a candle flickering on a nearby desk. The doors are made from paper and wood, with a thin frame; through them it's easy to hear other people stirring, talking, or coming to.
You are not alone...
The people who arranged this room aren't stingy with treats, either. Close by is a plate full of mostly benign chocolates...Though there isn't any milk on hand to go with them. There's also the sound of more noise from further downstairs, and even the faint whiff of something warm and tasty. And to add to all of that, close at hand there's a note that reads:
WELCOME CENTER
Newcomers: Please come downstairs to the lobby for refreshments and your welcome packets!
(PS: This includes milk.)
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, there's a gentle knocking on the door as someone comes from downstairs to usher you along.
"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 you've had a chance to stretch your legs!"
Whether you go downstairs immediately or linger a little longer, eventually you must come down and get out of the small space, and sooner rather than later would probably be better. 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 warming, comforting 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
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 downstairs 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 -
Outside, and through the translucent glass you can see a banner hanging from the tiled roof of the building across the street. It's looking oddly bright and cheery against a darkening sky:
WELCOME TO SAENG SEONG
(ENJOY YOUR STAY!)
Where: The Welcome Center
When: 18th February, evening
Summary: The new arrivals, freshly pulled from their worlds or others, awaken in a strange place...
Warnings: Inbox death may occur. System overload at own risk. SOME NPC RESPONSES WILL BE SLOW UNTIL THE ONE WHO PLAYS THEM IS PRESENT.
It's a shuddering breath, a sensation of being pulled to elsewhere and finding oneself pressed against something on the soft and some place cozy. However, before one can fully stir, there is and odd, warm stirring sensation that lifts you up from wherever you've been dropped, when you begin to drift off once more.
Yet the feeling passes quickly, and when you awaken, you begin to realize your surroundings. It's a small room with what some might recognize as a Far Eastern theme when it comes to decor, from the walls to the sofa (or bed) you find yourself on. Illumination is provided by carefully crafted lamps, and even a candle flickering on a nearby desk. The doors are made from paper and wood, with a thin frame; through them it's easy to hear other people stirring, talking, or coming to.
You are not alone...
The people who arranged this room aren't stingy with treats, either. Close by is a plate full of mostly benign chocolates...Though there isn't any milk on hand to go with them. There's also the sound of more noise from further downstairs, and even the faint whiff of something warm and tasty. And to add to all of that, close at hand there's a note that reads:
Newcomers: Please come downstairs to the lobby for refreshments and your welcome packets!
(PS: This includes milk.)
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, there's a gentle knocking on the door as someone comes from downstairs to usher you along.
"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 you've had a chance to stretch your legs!"
Whether you go downstairs immediately or linger a little longer, eventually you must come down and get out of the small space, and sooner rather than later would probably be better. 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 warming, comforting 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
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 downstairs 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 first five districts 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 nurses.
Again, welcome, and thank you for all your help.
Irene
Arrival Liaison
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 first five districts 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 nurses.
Again, welcome, and thank you for all your help.
Irene
Arrival Liaison
Outside, and through the translucent glass you can see a banner hanging from the tiled roof of the building across the street. It's looking oddly bright and cheery against a darkening sky:
(ENJOY YOUR STAY!)
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"Yeah, he woke up and got out of the hospital; he seems all be--"
And when he caught her expression, Junpei paused. That look was too familiar; too pained, and he had to think over what he said. Shinjiro had been alive for him and Fuuka, but they did consider it a miracle he'd survived...
"Did... Shinjiro-senpai not make it for you?"
Shit, so they weren't even from the same timeline, then. He hesitantly reached out, wanting to put his hand on her shoulder to steady her, but... paused. Yukari wasn't ever touchy feely, so he didn't want her to feel worse.
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Their senpai had been shot by Takaya. He had bled to death on that cold, hard ground just months ago. There was just no way in hell he could have survived from that. They'd arrived too late to heal him. They'd shown up just in time to watch him...stumble away and- And, a flash of frustration appeared as she spoke. It obviously hurt her to say the next two sentences, in spite of her trying to look completely firm with it.
"What-...What are you talking about...?" Her teeth clenched for a moment, then she added, "He's dead. There's no way he made it for some of us, and not the others. We had a service for him, and everything. Just- just stop it, alright?"
She could feel herself losing what grasp she'd maintained in order to keep herself even a little calm. Her voice had risen toward the end, so it'd be no surprise if a couple of people shot a glance their way. That hand close to her chest tightened into a tight fist. She didn't like feeling as though her mind was being toyed with- though, she doubted Junpei was doing it on purpose. He wouldn't joke about something like that. He was always up-front with her, unless he was teasing her about something stupid.
...So, there had to be someone- or something messing with his head, somehow. Maybe it was something similar to that time in Shirakawa Boulevard? Shadows like that had all been taken care of, though, so that theory was a bust. Maybe she was right, from the start. Maybe it had something to do with Strega. She could feel herself become more, and more mentally exhausted. As a direct result, she was losing more, and more of her grip on remaining even a little calm. Her expression likely revealed that, too, considering she would be picking the wrong guy to be hiding it from. She felt a desire to just up and scream in frustration. She knew that wouldn't help, of course. So, all that was left was to investigate the place thoroughly. She'd start by questioning people. Junpei included. That was, if she could get him off of the track of telling her that bogus story, or whatever.
"Look, Junpei, none of that is remotely possible. We need to get everyone together and try to get out of here. Clearly, your mind's been...brainwashed, or whatever. Just...help me find the others. We're going home."
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So in other timelines, Shinjiro didn't make it at all. It was bad enough with their own that he nearly was killed, but to think of losing him completely...
"I'm sorry."
She probably hated to hear that, but it was true; he was sorry he upset her further, and sorry for that loss she suffered, along with everyone else. He wasn't at all surprised at her complete, utter denial at what was going on; he'd pretty much expected it. But at the same time, he couldn't lie to her either...
"Yukari,I don't blame you for not believing me. I barely believe me and I've been here for 5 months now. But I wouldn't lie about someone being alive when they're supposed to be dead... you know that."
His own brush with death and subsequent revival and the price of that second chance weighed heavily on his heart, even when he tried not to dwell on it.
"... I'm not brainwashed, either. But... I'll help you look for everyone else."
Maybe she needed to see things with her own eyes to believe it's true, after all.