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Rekindle Moderators ([personal profile] rekindlemods) wrote in [community profile] rekindleme2014-03-18 04:07 pm

Intro Log - March 2014

Who: Everyone
Where: The Welcome Center
When: 18th March, afternoon
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...

Close at hand there's a note that reads:

WELCOME CENTER
Newcomers: Please come downstairs to the lobby 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, 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


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 bright against a mostly blue sky:

WELCOME TO SAENG SEONG
(ENJOY YOUR STAY!)
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[personal profile] fallingsky 2014-03-26 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"My wha-" When he phrased it like that it sounded ridiculous, which was the point, which was just...annoying! It didn't even make him more angry, it just aggravated him, which was probably stupid, but it did!

Frustration to anger to annoyance, and probably back around again. This conversation was just going to be exactly like all of their others no matter what he said, wasn't it?

"Yeah, my friends saved me - the plan you guys had didn't work." He seems to stand up a little straighter when he says that, almost as if he was proud of being rescued - or more like proud of having friends strong enough to rescue him. "My turn to guess - the last thing you remember is me falling asleep, right?"
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[personal profile] fons_et_origo 2014-03-27 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"I suppose you would be proud of having to be dragged out of trouble by your friends constantly. Perhaps if you were stronger you wouldn't even get into situations where you needed to be rescued after all," he turned, shrugging. In more than a few ways Sora was pathetic, which made him a very promising target indeed. Of course here, in this city, it was almost pointless. He could not do what needed to be done. What was he to do? Follow the boy still? He would have to figure things out.

"The last thing I remember was going to the seat of his power, to witness the rebirth of my future self. I was walking the dark corridor. You were a rather non-event, I'm afraid... with you asleep, greater things were about to transpire."
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[personal profile] fallingsky 2014-04-01 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, Sora couldn't have cared less about Xehanort suggesting that he wasn't strong enough - it's not like he was trying to impress him, and as long as he had his friends with him, he didn't need to be the strongest. Not that he would ever expect Xehanort to understand that. Besides, if he didn't know any better, Sora would think that he was just sore about Riku beating him in that fight he had heard about. Too bad he doesn't know about that yet.

"Well, my guess was close." He lets most of the description slip in one ear and out the other - those 'greater things' didn't work out like Xehanort had hoped anyway, and Sora wasn't really up for stopping and thinking about what might have happened if they had. That didn't leave much else to say (or did it? whatever else there was, maybe this just wasn't the place, or the time), except for maybe one thing.

"So...what now?"
fons_et_origo: (did someone order a side of sass)

[personal profile] fons_et_origo 2014-04-02 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
It was a curious question. Without the others, without his orders or the plan or any of it... there was really nothing to do. While such freedom might have been wonderful, to him it left a rather empty void of purpose. He shook his head, gesturing slightly with one hand.

"I suppose that's up to you, now isn't it? If I assume right, you're going to leave me to my own devices."
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[personal profile] fallingsky 2014-04-06 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"And what, you would just leave me alone if I did?" If Sora sounds skeptical, that's because he is. It's not that he's worried about what Xehanort might be up to - there wasn't really much that he could get up to here, as far as Sora could tell, though he'd have to keep an eye out for signs of trouble. It's just that Sora can't really imagine it being that easy to ignore each other.
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[personal profile] fons_et_origo 2014-04-06 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, hardly. I need to do something to pass the time, don't I?" He gestures to the side, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "I don't plan to fight you, if that's what you're worried about."
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[personal profile] fallingsky 2014-04-14 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Sora wouldn't mind a fight that much, to be honest - Riku may have managed to beat him back home, but Sora kind of wanted to belatedly get a hit or two in himself.

He takes a deep breath, and quietly reminds himself that provoking someone in the middle of the Welcome Center was probably a bad idea.

"Come on, can't you just get a hobby or something?" There had to be SOMETHING for this guy to do with his life other than making trouble with darkness and following him around.
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[personal profile] fons_et_origo 2014-04-14 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Back home my hobby was attempting to escape. One could say that I've lost that particular hobby for the time being." He turns away from Sora, to stare out a window for a moment. "Otherwise, I'm not really a knitting sort of guy."
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[personal profile] fallingsky 2014-04-17 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not the (admittedly funny) image of Xehanort taking up knitting that makes him pause for a few seconds, looking away, his fist clinching as if he were tightening his grip on the Keyblade (which he almost wished he had a reason to summon right now). In fact, Xehanort's words basically go in one ear and out the other while Sora tries to find some words of his own. He was angry, and for once he had no idea how to explain why - he hadn't thought that he would ever get the chance to, so why would he have thought about it before? - and it made his frustration even worse. The feelings bounced off of each other, forming a knot at the pit of his stomach so tightly wound that he didn't know how to begin unraveling it, to figure out the source of his anger so that he could say whatever it was that he needed to say. It was like...

Well, it was like every other conversation he'd had with this guy, and he didn't like that one bit. At least back in the dream worlds he had been confused, disoriented, and his questions were outright ignored half the time anyway. Now he knows everything and should be able to say whatever he wants to say, but he can't. They were getting nowhere fast.

All he can think to do is keep asking questions.

"So what's the point? What can you even get out of bothering me all the time here?"
fons_et_origo: (hahaha my life is a lie)

[personal profile] fons_et_origo 2014-04-20 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Entertainment, mostly. Or I could ignore you, do what I please, and you could deal with whatever comes of that when it becomes too large that you can't pretend it isn't happening with your sad little friends."

He shrugged once more. He preferred to keep tabs on Sora even if the boy didn't care. Regardless of what he thought.