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INTRO LOG - AUGUST 2014
Who: Everyone
Where: The Welcome Center
When: 15th August, 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.
'I'm sorry for this... but we need your help.'
Yet the feeling -and the voice - pass 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...
On a small table beside you, there rests a note atop a manilla envelope. Unfolding the note will reveal some answers in the form of a letter addressed to all arrivals.
Inside the manilla envelope , 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 second letter folded neatly on the top--
Odd... Neither were written in your own language, and yet you find it easily understandable. Soon enough, if you don't make an exit 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 or upset as to what's going on, but we promise to explain ourselves further once you've had a chance to stretch your legs!"
Whether you go downstairs immediately or linger a little longer, eventually you must come on down to leave 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 semi-new look to them, as do the desks. Both lovely ladies seem eager to assist you, though one more.... self-contained than the one bouncing in their seat with anticipation.
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!)
Where: The Welcome Center
When: 15th August, 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.
'I'm sorry for this... but we need your help.'
Yet the feeling -and the voice - pass 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...
On a small table beside you, there rests a note atop a manilla envelope. Unfolding the note will reveal some answers in the form of a letter addressed to all arrivals.
Welcome to Saeng Seong (it's pronounced sang see-oung if the name seems really strange)!
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. Though with the help of other new arrivals like yourself, the situation is beginning to seem less dim. If you are wondering how this is, allow me to explain.
One hundred years ago, there was a terrible incident known as the Unleashing; an event that sent our world into what would have been a slow and painful end were it not for the quick response of a few. However in the process, our own energies have been left to maintain what is causing this energy crisis. We do not have enough to push back this plague on our own.
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 Andi in the lobby for help. It's what she's here for. If you need medical assistance, contact Mai, one of our doctors.
Again, welcome, and thank you for all your help. Please come downstairs to the lobby for refreshments. If you have any questions, there will be others downstairs to assist you.
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. Though with the help of other new arrivals like yourself, the situation is beginning to seem less dim. If you are wondering how this is, allow me to explain.
One hundred years ago, there was a terrible incident known as the Unleashing; an event that sent our world into what would have been a slow and painful end were it not for the quick response of a few. However in the process, our own energies have been left to maintain what is causing this energy crisis. We do not have enough to push back this plague on our own.
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 Andi in the lobby for help. It's what she's here for. If you need medical assistance, contact Mai, one of our doctors.
Again, welcome, and thank you for all your help. Please come downstairs to the lobby for refreshments. If you have any questions, there will be others downstairs to assist you.
Irene
Arrival Liaison
Inside the manilla envelope , 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 second letter folded neatly on the top--
Honoured Guest,
First of all, I would like to second my colleague's welcome to our city with my own. Many have come to this world whether by choice or by our actions, and for my own involvement I humbly ask your forgiveness for potentially pulling you from your homes and loved ones. However, it is as Irene's letter states. We are in an energy crisis, and only you and your fellow new arrivals can aide us.
One hundred one years have passed since the event known as the Unleashing tore a rift in our world with Saeng Seong at its core. Ever since, we have had no word from the outside... until recently.
During the celebration of the autumnal festival last year, we were visited by spirits who perished in the Unleashing and demons. This was to be expected as in our world, the boundaries betwixt the living world and the spiritual wane towards the final day of the festival. However, the events to follow were not. As winter and the very rare snowfalls began, so too did snowmen come alive as bid by a dark magic. Some mages who align themselves with a faction named Rangar saw fit to seize the opportunity for mayhem, and the city suffered for it. However, in this and the following hackings into our citywide network, we have come to learn that there are still others who live outside the walls. Yet they too cannot sustain the energy levels needed to close this rift once and for all.
New friend, I cannot understate our need nor the truth in Irene's letter to you, but there are some in this city you should not trust. Who you do or do not trust is up to your own judgment (even mine is albeit clouded at times), yet I urge you caution. Every side has their own agenda, and even our different factions may be splintered into different parties like the individuals that make them. Though should you ever find need to seek solace or sanctuary, the temple doors are always open.
Rhea,
High Priestess to the Four
Arrival Liason
First of all, I would like to second my colleague's welcome to our city with my own. Many have come to this world whether by choice or by our actions, and for my own involvement I humbly ask your forgiveness for potentially pulling you from your homes and loved ones. However, it is as Irene's letter states. We are in an energy crisis, and only you and your fellow new arrivals can aide us.
One hundred one years have passed since the event known as the Unleashing tore a rift in our world with Saeng Seong at its core. Ever since, we have had no word from the outside... until recently.
During the celebration of the autumnal festival last year, we were visited by spirits who perished in the Unleashing and demons. This was to be expected as in our world, the boundaries betwixt the living world and the spiritual wane towards the final day of the festival. However, the events to follow were not. As winter and the very rare snowfalls began, so too did snowmen come alive as bid by a dark magic. Some mages who align themselves with a faction named Rangar saw fit to seize the opportunity for mayhem, and the city suffered for it. However, in this and the following hackings into our citywide network, we have come to learn that there are still others who live outside the walls. Yet they too cannot sustain the energy levels needed to close this rift once and for all.
New friend, I cannot understate our need nor the truth in Irene's letter to you, but there are some in this city you should not trust. Who you do or do not trust is up to your own judgment (even mine is albeit clouded at times), yet I urge you caution. Every side has their own agenda, and even our different factions may be splintered into different parties like the individuals that make them. Though should you ever find need to seek solace or sanctuary, the temple doors are always open.
Rhea,
High Priestess to the Four
Arrival Liason
Odd... Neither were written in your own language, and yet you find it easily understandable. Soon enough, if you don't make an exit 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 or upset as to what's going on, but we promise to explain ourselves further once you've had a chance to stretch your legs!"
Whether you go downstairs immediately or linger a little longer, eventually you must come on down to leave 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 semi-new look to them, as do the desks. Both lovely ladies seem eager to assist you, though one more.... self-contained than the one bouncing in their seat with anticipation.
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:
(ENJOY YOUR STAY!)
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Nautica was impressed more than outraged, and it probably shows in the way she delivers the news with a half-smile. Megatron has been a fair captain, if strict and demanding and making no attempts to hide his displeasure at the overall state of the Lost Light. But then again, she approached him with the same amount of blank slate as she had the Autobots - reading about the war wasn't the same as living it, and her opinion of him is formed from a weird mixture of personal interaction and facts.
Nautica likes to think it places her in an objective position.
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"Well, how nice for Megatron," Knock Out drawls unkindly, his optics sharp. "Tell me, does every ex-Decepticon get to sit at the helm of an Autobot ship if they simply hold their hands out and say they're sorry, or is that offer exclusive to their leader? You're being awfully blasé about it for an Autobot. Don't tell me you didn't have any objections."
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But when he mentions Autobot, her free hand comes up to brush the badge below her neck. It had - at the time - seemed like the appropriate thing to do. A symbol of respect and acknowledgment of their support of the phrase that Thunderclash swore that the Autobot leader lived by: that freedom was the right of all sentient beings. Now? Now she thinks of Chromedome and of Ultra Magnus' reluctance to act against one of their own. Neither side was perfect, and the Autobots were not completely blameless - she knew that. But it was one thing to read about it and another to see it in action. "That would imply that we'd actually fought in the war. It wasn't our place; Windblade placed a large amount of emphasis in our roles as ambassadors to Cybertron and, well, we were more of observers than anything else."
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But it's the last thing she says that really gets her attention and he looks at her sharply, optics flashing. None of that makes any sense. "Ambassadors to Cybertron? Mm, right. And from where, exactly?"
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"Caminus." This, at least, she's used to explaining. "See, metrotitans aren't just a means from getting from one place to another, they also carried around hotspots to colonize the universe. And that's where I come from."
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"And now you've lost me. Since when did Cybertron have colonies? I've never heard of a Caminus."
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"Since millions of years ago." Most people tend to accept this part, and her lips turn down as she taps her wrench against her lips. "And you wouldn't - we lost contact with Cybertron ages ago; there was an agreement with Caminus. We needed him to survive..."
Which meant they dismantled him, used his parts to make sure their fragile society could continue without the help of their home planet. They took apart the one connection they had, and in doing so, severed themselves completely from the others of their race.
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Well, since the last time he saw Breakdown, anyway.
"Well, sounds like a joyful little reunion, then," Knock Out says, although his voice curiously lacks the heavy sarcasm that usually accompanies the drawl. He seems to be reexamining Nautica in a new light, a little more curious than before. His optics flit back to the badge on her chest. "So why the Autobots, then?"
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Knock Out's question is easy to answer, however. "We met Thunderclash first - have you heard of him? If you've met him then I think you'd know why we picked the Autobots. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time."
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...But still not the point. Knock Out regards Nautica thoughtfully, not looking entirely convinced.
"Even so," he goes on, tapping at his chin with a claw-tipped finger, "you decided to ally yourselves with the Autobots after meeting only one of them. A bit of a snap decision, isn't it? Tell me, Nautica...how many non-affiliated Cybertronians have you met? Spoken to at length? Did you and your far-flung friends ever consider that maybe the better choice would have been to wear no badge at all?"
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"I--" Her face falls, and her grip tightens on her wrench. It's a thought that's occurred to her while she's been here, rather than back in their proper universe. "Well I read about the war, too. It's just-- being an Autobot, the things the faction is supposed to stand for - ideologically. That's what we wanted to say we were. I'm aware that the war is a vast, complex issue rather than just good and bad, it's hard to miss. But symbols are important, and this," her hand brushes the Autobot symbol again, pressed against her chest. "'Freedom is the right of all sentient beings.' It's not wrong to take up the symbol that means that."
Nautica isn't ashamed to say she's an Autobot, that she believes in the things they believe in. Theoretically, of course, accounting for the differences in individuals and how they approach their own side.
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"That symbol," Knock Out says, jabbing a sharp fingertip at the badge on her vest, "means a whole hell of a lot else, too. That's the thing about symbols, Nautica...they change their meaning depending on who's looking at them. It's one thing to read about history -- it's another thing entirely to live it." He cycles his vents with a huff, drawing back, his mouth a thin line. "You should be careful about adopting other people's symbols without the proper context -- you never know just what kind of message you might be sending. Me, I'm not a fan of symbols to begin with -- or pledging myself to someone else's ideology, for that matter."
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"I--" She at least has the good graces to look down and away from him for a second, at least an acknowledgment of the truth in his argument. But when he pulls back she relaxes; turbines perking up instead of the concerned fold they'd been in a second ago. "Understood." Maybe that was what Alpha Trion said when he told them that they didn't deserve to know. "You're unaligned." Yes, good observation, Nautica. "Sorry, I just-- I'm new to all of this."
Obviously.
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