rekindleme | December Intro Log

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December Intro Log

Who: Everyone
Where: The Welcome Center
When: 12th December, early 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 something akin to 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 red 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 (that oddly enough is enscribed with your name). 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 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 warm and filling food and drink, including some you probably aren't familiar with. It's just as well they're in good supply, as the windows to the outdoors show skies in an overcast condition, with a very noticible chill in the air once one steps outside.

On the wall opposite are a pair of desks, each with a sign.

Irene, General Assistance
Andi, Technological Assistance
???

The plaques have a polished look to them, as do the desks. Even though there only seem to be a handful of newcomers this time, both lovely ladies seem eager to assist you, though one more.... self-contained than the one bouncing in their seat with anticipation. The chill is probably why there is a rack full of winter wear in all shapes in sizes by the desks, labeled "FREE MATRIARCH/WINTER CLOTHING (stay warm this season of giving!)."

Outside, and through the translucent glass you can see a banner hanging from the tiled roof of the building across the street. The deep autumnal colors on it match the welcoming atmosphere as the letters proclaim:

WELCOME TO SAENG SEONG
(ENJOY YOUR STAY!)

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The woman at the desk is currently engrossed in paperwork and her mug of hot coffee, not very fond of the cool draft that occurs every time the door opens. When she is approached however, she glances up.

"Hello, my name is Irene. How can I help you?"

The young woman at the desk is more subdued than in previous months, but she puts on a friendly smile when approached. "Hello, my name is Andi. Is there something I can help you with?"

Aside from the usual confusion, nothing really seems out of the ordinary. A few people seem to be organizing the clothing rack, but through from the corner of your eye, you may catch a blur of white bundled up tightly in a hooded coat leaving the moment the two ladies at the desks stop looking in the direction of the doors.

Do you follow?

The soldier came to the welcome center to locate Rhea, and given the fact he knows she's an integral part of bringing the newcomers here, it seems like a logical assumption that she would be in the area. He hasn't had much luck finding her, and while he hasn't let it get to him, he has been searching on and off.

That's why when he spots the hooded figure clearly trying to escape without being seen, he follows outside quietly.

Wasn't it just a moment ago he and his crewmates at the Ghost just scraped by their necks from the blade of the Empire's deadliest cronies? He didn't dream that, right? Then tell him why he woke up in a comfortable bed like a little Lasat with a bonkers imagination. Because that doesn't happen.

Sure, he should be grateful that he's warm and safe. But he's not. He's focused on the jarring transition from sleeping on a bunk in a cold metallic environment to waking in a warm cozy kind of place. It didn't sit right with the Lasat. He rolls over to the two letters, reading them over carefully because wow that is a lot of information to dump on a newcomer. Energy? Called here? So they were some kind of battery, is that it?

He's had enough. The Lasat tosses aside the letter as he stomps his way downstairs, ushered by a stranger. During the entire time he casts dark looks at the unfortunate world involved. Downstairs he finds more of what else should he expect but: cozy. Why yes, there's everything he could want: a warm bed and some nice drinks and snacks.

Does this comfort him? Quite the opposite. It unnerves him and makes him angry. The whole thing felt like rubbing salt into a wound. 'Sorry we kidnapped you for our own selfish reasons, have some milk and cookies!' It insulted his intelligence. But he would give his piece of his mind. The Lasat raised his voice, "If you think I'm gonna accept this as an apology and move on like nothing happened, I've got bad news!"

It starts off innocently enough, a giant sentient teddy bear just waddles its way into the lobby like it's no big deal. By the look of things, he still appears to be exhausted if the way he can't seem to keep his eyes opening fully is anything to go by. He rubs them wearily with one of his arms as he just stands at the end of the stairs like a huge dope.

One blink, two blink, there blinks....hold on. Teddie may have no idea what's going on, but once he's blinked away his fatigue, things finally start to click together. The attempted welcoming atmosphere of the room, the brilliant refreshment display, free clothes that he plans on grabbing all of. This bizarre bear's eyes were no longer struggling to stay open, he was wide awake now as a smile slowly crept its way on his face, becoming wider by the second before he's finally shouting.

"You guys did it!! You actually threw me a surprise party! I-I don't know what to say, I can bearly contain myself!"

And he's off, running around just about every corner of the lobby to see what he can poke his nose into. ...Including people.

"Oh wowie, look who decided to show up! I can't bearlieve you invited...this guy!"

A pause.

"And...whoever that is."

Another pause.

Teddie's romp around the lobby crawls to a halt when it begins to dawn on him that nothing here is familiar; the room, the people, even the smells, all of it was completely new and foreign to him. What once was joy gradually turns to panic as he stands there alone and confused, his paws held up to his chin as a whine slips out of his mouth. He never dreamed a room full of people could ever feel so lonely like this, but here he was, practically being suffocated by the sensation. Why couldn't it have just been a party...

"W-What the heck's going on here?!"

Guess who didn't read the letters yet. Bears aren't known for their attention to detail, okay?

Get an insider's view of the welcoming process, she said. Oh boy. What an amazing opportunity.

Cyntia's so full of shit. Sure, Tony's been here longer than most, so obviously his insights and experiences could be beneficial to these newbies. They could hear what the place is like from a civilian instead of a suit. Maybe that would make their freaky magical kidnapping a little easier. Makes sense. Or it would, if Cyntia hadn't asked Tony. Seems like a bad plan, since he's made his less-than-positive opinion of said suits perfectly clear. They probably should have told someone like Rogers to do it. Oh well, their mistake.

Tony's leaning against the refreshment table, eating a croissant-doughnut, and from his casual posture and the fact that he looks a bit bored it's pretty clear he's not a newcomer. But hey, at least he dressed up for the occasion: tailored suit, blue shirt, tie, the whole nine yards. He looks over the crowd and picks someone at random, pointing at them with his non-doughnut hand.

"You. Hey." He gestures at the room in general, this time with the doughnut hand. "Weird, huh? Right?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

Wrong person to ask because it's not a newcomer he questions but that one weird kid who is usually followed by cats or his nutty kitten. But oddly enough, Banchou isn't there.

"You look bored."

Bucky was busy looking for a certain someone and getting distracted by newcomers, and he hasn't seen Tony in a suit enough times to register the figure as his roommate. Which is why, when he finally gets close enough to be addressed, he blinks and finally looks at the engineer, looking mildly confused.

"What are you doing here?" In the several times he's been at the welcome center for new arrivals, he's never seen Stark there. He hasn't even heard him express any interest in the new arrivals at all.

After another moment, he does a sort of double-take, eyes flicking down to his outfit.

"What are those clothes for?"

One of those the bear approaches is a man with long hair and a leather jacket who can't seem to do much but watch Teddie as if transfixed.

While the soldier was attempting to stay focused and on task, his searching included watching people come out from the more private rooms, and when he spotted a large upright... animal... toy... thing, he couldn't help but stop and stare. He's seen a lot of odd things here, like giant robots and animal-people, but this is new.

When he (it?) comes close to nose around, there isn't much his brain can process doing except stay still and mutter, "The hell?" but he does finally spot that zipper. Perhaps that can solve this bizarre and sudden mystery, he decides without much thought as he reaches and snags the tab with his metal fingers.

Even after several months, he's still working on personal boundaries. Then again, maybe this place isn't that conducive to him learning about those.

Tony frowns a little when he (kinda) recognizes Yu and peers at him for a moment, ignoring his response.

"You're that kid, right? The weird one, not the one that brings me food." Clearly this description satisfies Tony, because he moves right along.

"What are you doing here, you're not new."

"Weird's normal."

At least Tony has an idea of who he is.

"I got sick and vanished from here then came back."

Before Yu vanished, there was no one from Inaba left and it made him retreat into himself. But then the sickness got a hold of him and he was back home for only a split second before waking up in one of the Welcome Center's rooms, Banchou sleeping on the pillow next to him. There was no sudden exclamation or ponderings, Yu was out of the room quick and off to find anyone who was still here.

Except for one small difference: there was a familiar bear suit whining. Yu was never one to shout out or outward show his excitement but the bear suit would feel a hand patting his head.

"Hey."

For someone who was just kidnapped, Manolo certainly takes his sweet time getting to the lobby. Granted when he woke up he was disoriented and even angry as any other rational person would be, but if those letters really were to be believed, the current situation sounded urgent. Dire even. It was difficult to stay angry at people who sounded like they really needed help, to the point of desperation...

Even if he couldn't find it in his heart to forgive them, this building was beautiful, unlike anything he's ever seen before. Manolo wanders the halls like an awestruck tourist, stopping, turning, even spinning to admire just about everything that stood out to him, all the while mouthing something along the lines of "Wow" when something really captured his attention. Occasionally he'd try to peek inside other rooms, but eventually he made his way to the lobby.

Manolo is certainly the kind of person who...stands out. His outfit is colorful and flashy, almost literally. The gold paint on his outfit is incredibly reflective in just about any light, as well as accompanied by skulls and hearts of all things. Speaking of paint, that's another thing, this man is made out of wood. Not that it should be any sort of problem, it's not that much stranger than metal...is it? If that wasn't enough, on his back rests a decorated guitar, along with what looks like two swords. Because if there's one thing a musician should always be, it's armed.

If the hallway was enough to dazzle him, the lobby gets about the same sort of reaction. This place is amazing! Just look at all the different things here, all the food, the different kinds of people! Even the weather somehow manages to set a spark within him, San Angel wasn't exactly known for its cold weather. Look at these coats! They're ridiculous! He loves it.

"Your city is incredible," he finally manages to say to anyone willing to listen. It's such a shame he doesn't plan on staying very long...

"They're for me not being naked."

Ugh, Barnes. Tony directs a flat look at Bucky to go with his quick, impossibly dry retort. After what he deems a suitably long second or two to give Bucky his most disparaging expression, Tony turns away and waves his hands loosely in the soldier's direction in a shoo-ing motion.

"Go away, I'm busy."

Edited (what even i thought i picked an icon) 2014-12-13 19:07 (UTC)

LeBlanc was preparing for a day about the city when the familiar pull of a summoning tugs at her. She turns in irritation to tell a servant she won't be available for the rest of the day-

But familiarity evaporates as, instead of waiting for her consent, the summoning snatches her away.

***

She awakens in a strange room. Her eyes don't open while she takes long breaths - nothing that wouldn't fool an observant guard, but a truly observant guard wouldn't have left her untied. The air smells different than home; a touch of winter is all the similarity they share.

LeBlanc opens her eyes. Hmm. Ionian architecture. This... bodes.

She's still dressed in her going-out clothes, she notices, though her cloak, headdress, shoes, and staff have been removed. But, ah, there they are, across the room. She sits up to fetch them - my, the guards are inept here-

The envelope catches her attention first. More specifically, her name on it does.

After reading the letter atop it, she sets it down to think. She felt the way her eyes tripped over the words. They weren't in a language she knew or even recognized, but they'd translated themselves inside her head. Hnh. That was an interesting bit of magic.

An unleashing of what, though? LeBlanc doesn't think the Void would cause a steady drain of energy to destroy a world. From what she'd seen, Cho'Gath and his ilk preferred more bodily forms of destruction.

A knock interrupts her thoughts. An Ionian-looking fellow tries to urge her to go downstairs. She stares at him evenly until he leaves.

Now she picks up the other letter and reads over it. So. Two people she will need to talk to.

LeBlanc finally leaves the bed to fetch her cloak and staff. She smooths the fashionable black dress*, reties its purple belt. She uses the retying to hide her slipping the key and cash-card into a concealed pocket. Then she re-dresses in the rest of her clothes: stepping into the comfortable but fashionable shoes, setting on her headdress, re-pinning her high-collared cloak with the mask cloak-pin, and taking up her staff.

She closes her eyes for a moment, and the crystals on her staff glow faintly. A mirror appears in front of her. She uses it to check her appearance, then the glow and the mirror both fade.

Satisfied, LeBlanc makes her way downstairs.

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(( * People from Runeterra would recognize it as Noxian fashion. People from Earth as a style from ancient Greece.))

Edited 2014-12-13 19:06 (UTC)

Teddie stops his pitiful whining when he feels something grab at his zipper. Something...weird at that, certainly not a hand. Of course he can only act appropriately, jumping and shrieking like a scared animal as he tries to slap away the offending...whatever it is. Although the combination of leaping away and having his tag pulled does cause the zipper to undo, it's not enough to pop his head off entirely, Teddie holds onto his head tight.

Thank god.

Once Teddie feels he set himself a good distance away from the offending offender - which isn't very much to begin with - he's surprised to see that it really is a person grabbing onto him. Maybe all this panic is clouding his judgement, but he was absolutely certain that wasn't what a hand felt like.

Well, it's not like it matters anymore. This stranger upset him and Teddie is going to be sure he knows it.

"What's the big idea, bub?!" he wails, tears actually running down those mascot eyes. "Here I am, a poor lost boy all alone in a strange house, and the first thing you try to do is strip me?! What are you, some kinda pervert?!"

It's the only thing he can think of when someone randomly tries to undress you.

Freya has found that attending the monthly welcoming ceremony helps give her some amount of structure--it's something to do, and it allows her to help others. Although a knight's vocation usually involves less PR and more violence, there's relatively little to fight here, so she's taken what she can get.

The Burmecian is wearing her signature red coat and hat; wearing the leather armor instead of the more modern clothes she's acquired makes it feel like more of an official position when she greets people. Her holy lance rests on her back in case of more unruly visitors. Thankfully she hasn't had to use it against her fellow detainees, but she's nothing if not cautious.

When the unfamiliar fellow appears and makes his declaration of dissatisfaction, Freya is close enough to respond.

"I'm afraid that complaints will only go so far," she says, "Though I do understand your frustration."

It's like a button is pressed the moment Yu's hand finds itself on Teddie's head, instantly shutting the bear up. His ears twitch at the sound of the familiar voice and with eyes filled with tears, he turns around only to be greeted to the sight of his best friend. Teddie couldn't be anymore overjoyed, throwing his arms around Yu as the crying continues once more. Only this time, they were tears of joy.

"SENSEI!!" Yu may not be one to shout, but Teddie certainly is. "Thank GOODNESS, I thought I was all alone again! I don't know what I'd do if I didn't see any of your smiling faces again."

He nuzzles against him affectionately, just like any other animal would. Hopefully Yu won't mind all those tears.

Yep, Tony totally missed all that. Sorry, Yu, you're unfortunately dealing with an asshole.

"Huh. Getting kidnapped two whole times. Don't you feel special."

Bucky is outwardly unaffected by the pervert claim, his expression calm if confused, though the word does sound vaguely familiar. Clearly since he doesn't know what it means exactly, it's unimportant. Right now, all he's interested in is figuring out how this... suit thing works.

"So those are clothes," he discerns from the... person's response. "But how do the eyes and mouth move?"

The tears are even more baffling, though. Even putting aside the mechanics behind it, why would it need to cry?

Color him confused, was this guy ignoring him? Teddie just admitted to being lost and gave his best cry he could muster, and all this person can do is talk about him rather than to him? Baffled, Teddie stares at him for a few seconds before it registers that he should be offended. Cue offense.

"How rude! I'm right here, ya know! I can HEAR you!"

He waves his fist in the air as he stomps his squeaky little feet. Truly a beast to be reckoned with.

"And this is my fuzzy fur, thank you bear-y much! Not just some run of the mill clothing you can pick up anywhere all willy-nilly."

His eyelids lower and he gives the engineer an unimpressed look.

"If they were just for that, why not wear what you always do."

The man folds his arms as if to plant himself where he is, but it seems an answer to his question has appeared without him putting in much more effort.

"So you're working. Cyntia?"

He saw where Stark got hired; he keeps up with this kind of thing. He does at least trust Tony enough not to ask about his motives.

Try dealing with someone like Yosuke Hanamura; he can handle Tony Stark-level Asshole.

"Not really, I feel fine."

Zeb would know all about violence, which makes the transition from high-tailing it from a fleet of stormtroopers and TIE fighters to waking up at a bed-and-breakfast a jarring one. He was an Honor Guard, he didn't live for this being coddled garbage.

Course seeing a strange being like Freya didn't faze the Lasat other than the assumption she was an alien he hadn't seen before. Sort of like a bigger-muzzled wookie, but smaller build.

He gives a thumb over his shoulder when his griping gets addressed, "In a minute I'm gonna do more than complain."

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December Intro Log

IRENE - GENERAL ASSISTANCE

ANDI - TECHNICAL ASSISTANCE

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excuse me white blur have you seen a priestess and/or cat

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