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Intro Log - September 2014
Who: Everyone
Where: The Welcome Center
When: 15th September, 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 September, 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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Only to have his expression dissolve into open surprise as that unexpected someone rushed over, tails of his purple bandanna trailing behind him.
"Don?!" He managed before he had an armful of brother. "Donnie??" A sweet rush of relief filled Raphael and bubbled out as a brief shout of laughter as he gave the other turtle a bear hug squeeze as tight as he could. "What are ya doin' here? Man am I glad to see you brainiac!"
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"Well, it's a long story!" he says, holding back almost manic laughter. "Maybe you've heard it! I woke up in a room with a manila envelope and a candle and now I'm trapped in a city where I'll get sick if I don't touch people."
He's afraid if he lets go of Raph the other turtle will disappear somehow. Donatello has made new friends here. (He doesn't think he's ever even had this many friends all in one place before.) But none of them were his brothers.
"Man, having you here is gonna be . . . well, better than not having you here. I know this seems like it sucks, but there is a bright side. We can go out in broad daylight if we want. And wave at people we pass in the street and buy stuff with money. I'm thinking of starting a business!"
His voice lowers and his face drops as he asks the question that's been in the back of his mind. "Mikey and Leo aren't with you, are they?"
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"Woah bro!" He laughed. It wasn't often that one saw Raphael this openly happy. But considering the circumstances, he couldn't help it. "It's like ya hadn't seen me in years!" He gave his brother a reassuring squeeze, leaving an arm around Don's shoulders. He wasn't going anywhere. "Yeah I got that envelop too." He gestured at it sitting on the nearby table. "So it's all true? All that crazy stuff about touchin' other people? I figured that the whole thing was some sorta joke! I was gonna find whoever was in charge and introduce them to my fists or somethin' before making them send me back."
The idea that they'd be able to walk around freely in broad daylight and be treated like anyone else was definitely appealing - and to Raphael, a little hard to believe. But Donatello wouldn't make something like that up. A business?!
"No." Raphael said quieter, smile lessening. "I didn't see'em. I was gonna ask ya the same thing."
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He shakes his head. "I can imagine Leo hiding himself away so well that he wouldn't reveal himself even to us, but Mikey would be hard to miss. I don't think they're here."
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"Well I'm here now. Not goin' anywhere." He stated. He was about to say something else but something Don said made him glance at his brother incredulously. "Say what? Mechawhatsit aliens? What's that in English?" He half teased with a grin. The fact there was possibly non-human's and aliens here didn't bother him too much, considering his own genetics. Besides, he supposed it was similar to when they got zapped to D'Hoonib that time.
At the mention of going ninja on the folks in charge, an intrigued gleam shone in Raphael's eye. Something almost predatory and he too, lowered his voice. "Ya have huh? Good. I've been lookin' forward to a good ol' fashioned brawlfest." It's been a while in his opinion. It was too bad his buddy Casey wasn't here to join in either.
The fact that Leo and Mikey weren't there was a dampener on the situation, but all in all, he was glad to see Don and have some family around. He could tell that his brother felt the same. He moved away enough to nudge Donatello towards one of the couches, grabbing his envelope and plate of food and glass of water he was working on before joining him at his side.
"So what's this business ya said you were workin' on?" He asked curiously.
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"I'm thinking less brawl, more infiltration. Like the time we broke into the TCRI building. Actually, have you done that yet? What was the last weird mess we got ourselves into? We might be from different points on the timeline."
Donatello follows Raph over to the couch, making a plate of food of his own, but not getting anything to drink. He eyes Raph's plate as he sits. "Pretty confident the food isn't poisoned, by the way. Haven't tested the water yet, though." He waits until his brother is taking a drink to say anything to tell this particular white lie. He couldn't resist.
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Raphael sipped at his water, and coughed, almost spitting it out again at Donatello's words - shooting his brother a glare. "Oh Ha Ha Don." He huffed a sigh. "Ya think they'd go through all this trouble to drag a bunch of people from other universes to help them with this power crisis and then kill us all over sandwiches?" He rolled his eyes, biting into one. "Besides, I saw some people munching on stuff earlier and they weren't dyin'."
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"Oh, man, we just competed in the Battle Nexus? You're from way back! So we haven't even . . ." Donatello trails off. Spoiling the future is probably a bad idea. But there's one thing he definitely doesn't mind trying to change. "Listen, if at some point I get a cold that won't go away, it's not just a cold. Make sure I work together with, um, any scientifically-inclined friends we might have to look into it." Because not turning into a monster and setting off a chain of events that releases the Tengu Shredder would be pretty nice.
He laughs. "Sorry, the temptation was too much. I've checked the water, it ought to be fine." The laugh turns into an eyeroll as Raph pipes up again. "Argh, you sound just like Yamamoto! You're a ninja, Raph, you should know better. Poison isn't just for killing people, and it's not just for killing people quickly."
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He definitely was weirded out now about this timeline thing. By the sounds of it, Donatello was from his future. Ugh - the idea made his head hurt. "Don't even tell me Don..." He waved a hand when the other turtle's phrase trailed off. "You'll ruin the surprise." He joked weakly, not wanting to show how strange the idea was to him. He was a little confused at the request but he nodded.
Raph laughed at the whole poison thing. "Well you said yourself you tested it and it was fine right? I'll live." He took another chomp out of his sandwich, washing it down with water. "I still don't think they'd bother poisonin' it after this 'mighty need' they have for everyone bein' here." He gestured at the envelope. "They sounded pretty desperate and stuff." He glanced over at his brother.
"Have you learned anything new about all this stuff mentioned in the letters? Ya know...anything they happened to not mention?"
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Donatello scans the room, though not so obviously that anyone would notice him doing it (being a ninja has its benefits) before leaning in and lowering his voice. "Actually, yes. I met a girl named Kit who knows more about what's going on. Apparently someone named Zeloph, who belongs to an opposition group, posted on the local internet a while ago, claiming that the problem with the city started 100 years ago when some sort of 'miasma' got released. And all the cuddling we're supposed to be doing just staves off the problem, but doesn't really fix anything. The natives don't age, but they're all slowly dying." He pauses to eat a pastry.
"This is all stuff I heard secondhand, mind you. So anyway, this Zeloph guy is supposed to be leader of the Ragnar, a group of people who live outside the city walls and have magic that absorbs the miasma rather than repels it. They were the oppressed underclass or something before
the Fire Nation attacked'the Unleashing.' So now we've got this thinly disguised dystopian horror show, where the scientists involved in pulling people here are holed up in a secret underground facility. However," sip of water, "Kit said she'd introduce me to another inmate here named James who knows the way in and is planning to infiltrate the place.""It gets better, though. Zeloph is Rhea's brother." He nods and jerks a thumb across the lobby to the priestess at her desk. "Rhea helps them bring new people here, but Kit seems to trust her. And she's a bright kid, but still just a kid." So Donatello is not just going to take her word for it, no offense. "Also, they used to use the 'hug energy' or whatever you want to call it to open new parts of the city, but they haven't for a while. I think that's about everything that isn't wild speculation on my part."
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When Donatello leaned in, Raphael shifted closer and listened with a keen expression - in his case, frowning slightly. This was...a lot more than he was expecting for an answer and it was a lot to absorb. The letter had touched on some things - like some sort of event that had happened, and that keeping in physical contact was key to helping with this 'power problem'. However all this stuff about a resistance group and this Zeloph guy was new. Raphael finished his food while Donatello was talking and when his brother finished he crossed his arms.
"So lemme get this straight. This Zeloph guy is the leader of some resistance group who happen to be a race of people that use magic mumbo jumbo stuff to beat this miasma thing? And that girl is his sister?" He glanced at the one identified as Rhea at her desk. "Why the heck don't she do nothin'? Like...why is the city so intent on keepin' these people out when they obviously can beat this thing?" He shrugged, incredulous.
"As far as this infiltration thing goes though I am so in." He grinned again. "Sounds like fun."
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He returns his brother's grin, showing his teeth as he pounds a fist into his open palm. "Yeah, it does. I'm already working on getting my duffel stocked." Don's smile falters as continues. "Though, honestly, the kinds of things I've been able to scavenge and buy around here worry me. The tech level is pretty far above what I'm used to. It might even be comparable to the Utroms or the Federation and Triceratons. And if this is the stuff that's freely available, I don't even want to know what they've got in their secret underground lair."
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"Well, I got my weapons and my fists so I'm all ready to go." He eyed Donatello's duffel bag. Who knew what his brother was cooking up to put in there? "Really? I woulda thought that you'd be all excited with all the fancy techno stuff." If the level of technology here was going so far as to make his brother worried - that was saying something.
"Huh..." He muttered. Don had a point. The whole 'secret lab' thing was disturbing. He remembered that time they had gone underground and found an abandoned genetics lab that had been run by the Foot - and the monsters they had created from unwilling subjects. "Well we've been through a buncha crazy stuff before. I'm sure we got this." He encouraged.
"So ya got a place here? They gave me keys for an apartment somewhere."
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Donatello's frown fades away into a smile as Raphael insists that they'll be okay. "Yeah, definitely! With the f-" Shell. "I mean, with the two of us, plus our new friends here, we can handle anything that comes our way."
"Oh, yeah, they assigned me an apartment. I can make room for you, too, if you want. I need to organize my lab space better, anyway."
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"What? You've had your own place for a month and you haven't blown it up yet?" He teased with a short bark of a laugh. He reached over to the envelop and tugged out the apartment key he was given. "Hm building 2 on the second floor. Apartment 8." He muttered. "Are you anywhere near there?" He was tempted to take Don up on his offer though. Yes, he liked his space - but it would be strange not to be near family.
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Donatello smiles so hard he squints. "That's actually right next door to me. I wonder if they'd let us just knock out the wall?"
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He grinned back at Donnie though. "No harm in askin'!" He said. "On the one hand I kinda like havin' my own space. But it would be weird not to be living in the same place. How big are these places anyway?"
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