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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.

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


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


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!)
eternalcutie: monopoly (wheezes gently)

is it a juicebox...OF DEATH?

[personal profile] eternalcutie 2014-09-16 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
This was it. He was coming straight for Czes, the game was up, forget everything Czes ever thought about things being okay. Czes took a stumbling step back and bumped into a table, and by then Bucky was practically already to him.

All Czes could think was that somehow this man knew he was really an immortal. What other reason would he have for approaching Czes with such a look on his face? But even in the face of certain torture Czes forced himself to make one last attempt at acting like a child.

"Mister, I..." he faltered, sounding genuinely terrified because, well, he was.
heismymission: turns out most things are not bulletproof (e: that looks nasty)

it's... strawberry kiwi...?

[personal profile] heismymission 2014-09-16 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
The shinier of his two hands reached out to stop the boy from knocking over any of the carefully aligned drinks on the table and make sure he was steady on his feet. The look on his face was calm, if a bit... intense.

After making sure no damage was done to cups or kid, he turned his eyes back to the terrified look on his face. Well, that was certainly something he was used to seeing.

"You okay?" His lack of intonation made it hard to tell, but the question was sincere.
eternalcutie: ritzablitz @ lj (personal space!!!!1!)

oh well in that case...yes. yes to juice.

[personal profile] eternalcutie 2014-09-16 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
What should be happening, Czes thought, was this guy using his strange hand to strangle or otherwise do terrible things to him. In the absence of what Czes expected to happen, he did something which would no doubt have earned him some teasing from his friends if they had been present.

"Sorry!" he blurted out, and ducked under the table which was unfortunately standing against the wall. "I mean..." he held his coat in front of him, wishing he could disappear, "...uh, I'm fine." He couldn't keep the squeak out of his voice.

If it wasn't for the feeling that he was about to be horribly tortured for some reason, Czes would be feeling terribly embarrassed right about now.
heismymission: choice?? what is that (c: umm)

you need to exit the table in order to recieve your juice sir

[personal profile] heismymission 2014-09-16 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Hiding under a table and a breaking voice weren't exactly indications of being fine, the soldier thought. He tilted himself slightly as he tried to keep an eye on Czes, some hair falling in his face. If he could read his body language, maybe he could figure out what was wrong.

He stared for a few moments, eyes narrowed in confusion as he tried to think of something to say.

"Are you hungry or anything?"

He hoped that would be a helpful question, but he'd have to see.
eternalcutie: artbombs (totally innocent guys)

i will not exit the safety table!!

[personal profile] eternalcutie 2014-09-16 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Could that question be a veiled reference to his immortality? Czes didn't dare show that he knew what Bucky was up to.

"No, mister, I'm fine, honest!"

He tried to put a smile on his face but it came out as more of a grimace.
heismymission: it has to be. right? maybe? (c: this is bs)

but sir the safety table is to be used only for emergencies

[personal profile] heismymission 2014-09-16 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
This kid was most certainly not okay, and he wasn't sure how to fix it. Maybe he needed to give him some space?

Bucky took a step back to try to give Czes a clear exit. He knew how much that helped him when he was in a particularly antsy state.

"You got your envelope?" If he had the information inside, along with the card and key, he should be relatively okay for a while, and Bucky could always check up on the kid later, through the network or by locating him.
Edited (i hate myself) 2014-09-16 05:48 (UTC)
eternalcutie: monopoly (wheezes gently)

ok i changed my mind i will exit the safety table after all

[personal profile] eternalcutie 2014-09-16 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
It was the moment Czes had been waiting for. Without even bothering to answer the question he bolted out from under the table, running at high speed and just barely keeping himself from screaming as he did so. He burst out of the lobby and into the sunshine, stumbled a little as he whipped his head back and forth, picked a random direction and kept running. Destination: away from the scary guy at the snack table.
heismymission: wait... what? (c: squint)

well i. have a nice... day...

[personal profile] heismymission 2014-09-16 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
The soldier hadn't seen someone flee from him that quickly since--well, since two weeks ago, but he'd actually done something then worth running from. As it stood, he just had to watch, baffled, as Czes exited the welcome center and left his line of sight.

Bucky turned to the drinks on the table. After a moment of staring he took one, thinking that he didn't have enough energy to deal with figuring out what exactly went wrong. He'd... ask someone about it, later.