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INTRO LOG - JUNE 2014

Who: Everyone
Where: The Welcome Center
When: 18th June, late 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. NPC responses may be slow.

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 cool and relieving food and drink, including some you probably aren't familiar with. It's just as well they're in good supply, as the windows outside show a city well heated from a summer sun.

On the wall opposite are a pair of desks, each with a sign, and one person at her station-

Rhea, General Assistance
Andi, Technological Assistance

The plaques have a shiny new look to them, as do the desks. The one with 'Andi' listed appears to be empty, though. Gathered around both desks and several tables are boxes as well, and...Empty jars? The woman minding her desk doesn't appear to give them a second thought.

However, before you can go over and give at least one of 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~~ Rhea
Arrival Liaison

Outside, and through the translucent glass you can see a banner hanging from the tiled roof of the building across the street. The cheerful colors on it match well against a bright blue sky:

WELCOME TO SAENG SEONG
(ENJOY YOUR STAY!)

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Another month, another batch of newcomers. Do they really have to bring in more on a cyclical basis? Krok does wonder. Do the people they've brought in already not provide enough? Not if they want to keep opening up the closed sections of the city, he supposes. Cities require power and if they are the city's power source, of course they'll need more. He's mostly curious if they're going to bring in more Cybertronians; they have, he noticed. Quite a few more. Mostly Autobots…

But enough friendly faces, Krok decides, that they mostly make up for the gap. He knows those fuchsia wings leaned over the refreshment tables; the question is whether or not this is the Misfire he knows or a Misfire from some other point in time. Spinister and Fulcrum were lucky turns; can Krok really be so fortunate as to win out a third time?

"I think most of the energon has been taken already," Krok says conversationally as he approaches. He offers a cube he's been holding and not much else. He might even be smiling, because even though it's Misfire and Misfire is very good at giving him headaches, he's happy to see the jet safe and sound.

"Krok!" If Misfire had ever sounded genuinely happy to see him it would be now. He slinks over to his diminutive captain and gives him a solid punch in the arm.

"There he is my little guy! Isn't he cute and somber!" Actually not as somber as usual. The cube is snatched up and Misfire starts chugging. He's actually a rather neat eater, but mostly because he doesn't want to waste any of it.

"That's our commander Krok, always thinkin' of us." Krok is rewrded with a hard slap on the back.

Krok… takes the slug to his arm in stride, because he's willing to deal with a little roughhousing if it means knowing Misfire's well and himself. He's slightly less charitable about the following smack and his 'smile' is a little strained.

Not too much, though. It's hard to not be relieved.

"I'm just glad to see you're all right," he admits. He doesn't say he was worried about them being on their own without him.

"Awwwww Krok you're so embarrassing." Misfire stays semi attached to him regardless, a hand stuck to his shoulder.

"Thanks for the snack. You wouldn't happen to have any more would you?" Naturally he has a one track mind.

"Any word on how we're gonna leave? Any DJD here? I guess I can't complain about free room and board but this kind of seems like a scam to me."

"We get rations every week," Krok says in answer to the question of food, "but as for anything else immediately, I'm surprised there isn't more on the tables." He can't imagine who might have taken it. Not at all.

And that actually brings him to how he'll answer the rest of Misfire's opening verbal volley. How the jet will take it all, well. It's a good thing Misfire's still leaning on him like this, because at least it'll help stabilise him from whatever process got them here before he gets all the bad news.

"No DJD as far as I know," Krok begins, and he's openly grateful for that small blessing. There's enough to consider and worry about without having to dodge any of those monsters at the same time. "I've tried to be present every time new arrivals come just to be sure. As for leaving… I'm not sure we can." His expression turns thoughtful as he fidgets some wrapped bit of food in one hand. "I've asked around and looked for myself, and as far as anyone knows, you don't really leave under your own power. Outside the city is a wasteland and you're likely to die before you reach any other signs of civilisation."

"Well there's some good news and bad news, but at least we're safe and fed, eh?" He offers Krok a few faux punches.

"Rations huh? That sounds limited. I wonder where they keep the stuff. Maybe we could bust it open and have ourselves a little party. So there's really no sign of the W.A.P.? Hmm." No choice but to stick around it seems.

"Well. You wanna take me home then?"

Now Krok looks annoyed with the mock-fighting, and shrugs away from Misfire's fists.

"When I say rations," he adds, "I mean to say 'enough energon to have your fill daily if you like, and never fear running out'. They're very generous." Almost obscenely so to Krok, who's gone his entire life on much more meagre fare. He makes an exasperated noise. "I'll show you what I mean along the way," he says and gestures for Misfire to follow him.

He's out the door and halfway to the apartment towers before he even thinks to ask.

"…Where were you assigned, anyway?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh. Well. Could always stand to be more but I guess I can settle for not starving at the very least for now, but I'm telling you Krok. Sooner or later we'll live like kings! Dirty, under appreciated kings." Misfire sticks to him like glue, for as flighty as the jet is, he's obviously still wary.

The question gains only slight pause from the constant chatter for him to think.

Krok is answered with a shrug.

"Iunno."

"…Did you read the packet?" Krok asks, stopping mid-stride and turning back to Misfire. "It should tell you what hab suite you've been given." Krok rather hopes it's close to his own. Misfire showing up unannounced at any given time of the day because he's just down the hall is a more than fair price to pay for knowing Misfire's all right.

"Ummm. Ahh. Mmm. I read them yeah, but I forgot. Here Krok." He produces the packet of papers from a compartment under his wing and shoves them at Krok.

"You check."

Wow.

Krok just stares at the packet for a long second or two. Stares, and then slides his gaze up to Misfire's face. Back again.

He sighs and takes the packet, opening it up to read the letter therein, then upturns the envelope and rattles it. Misfire's hab suite key and spending card tumble out into his empty hand.

"Seems they've assigned you to unit 3-01 in the first building," he says, privately relieved that Misfire will be nearby. "You'll be right down the hall."

Wow, Krok actually did it. This is what power feels like, isn't it? Misfire looks utterly delighted as he watches Krok make the minor effort to actually look up the information.

"Wowee! So that means I can come visit you any time I like! Lucky mech, you! Why, I'll be over all the time to see how old commander desperado is doing. What would you do with your pal Misfire looking after you? Probably, you'd be so much lamer! Fortunately I'm here to lend you some style."

Anyone else would probably regret what he just said, but Krok is entirely too chuffed to mind. He even laughs as he slides the letter back into the envelope and offers Misfire the card and the key.

"If you're going to show up," he says, "just let me know so I can unlock the door?" True, Misfire would probably rather drop in unannounced, but as often as Krok locks the door – a healthy paranoia, he thinks, with so many Autobots of dubious friendliness on the same floor – he's bound to show up one day and not be able to get in and then Krok will either have a tantrum or Misfire coming in the window to deal with.

"Okay okay yeah sure." Misfire makes a show of being dismissive.

"Hey look, Krok. I'm excited to have my own place and all, but I was thinking that maybe it might be fun for me to stay with you a couple of days. You know. Just in case you need me around."

Right. Because Krok is definitely going to need Misfire. The jet grins and his wing flex back proudly, like this ruse isn't as blatant as it obviously is.

Krok blinks once or twice, slightly baffled. Misfire likes to be underfoot, he's noticed, but voluntarily putting himself under Krok's direct supervision like this?

"You'd be better off with your own quarters," Krok says, but cautiously, watching Misfire's reactions as he speaks. "I've only got the sofa or the floor for you to sleep on." Because his own bed isn't even an option in this matter.

"Uhmmmmmmmm I'm fine with the sofa or whatever." He shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant.

"You won't even notice I'm there." Unlikely...

It takes a lot of effort to stifle a smile. Krok thinks he understands now.

"Well, all right," he says with a too-deep sigh. "I suppose. Let's go get you settled." He'll keep to himself that he's actually happier being able to have an eye on Misfire for now, until the jet can settle in more.

The jet beams his usual roguish smile.

"Great!" By getting settled, he'll probably just flop down and take a nap. He's got nothing to move in really, no possessions.

"…Well, if you feel well enough for the walk, come on then," Krok says and leads the way to his hab suite, assuming Misfire will follow. Misfire's is, in fact, immediately next door! So whenever the jet feels like investigating his own space, he hasn't very far to travel.

For now, Krok just unlocks his own door and steps inside.

Misfire rushes in behind him, nearly knocking him down in his dash towards the couch.

"Wow!" He says with a sense of finality, turning to Krok and nodding.

"Way nicer than the W.A.P."

Krok half expected exactly what Misfire does and braces himself on an endtable when the jet shoves past him. The familiarity is… comforting, really, after a couple of months on his own. So he just lets it slide and smiles faintly instead.

"Quite a lot nicer," he agrees. "I'm sure yours isn't much different, when you want to look at it. In the meantime, make yourself comfortable. Still hungry?"

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INTRO LOG - JUNE 2014

There'd probably be more energon if Spinister wasn't hoarding it in the other thread

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Best part is Spinister post wasn't up when I wrote that subject line…

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