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rekindleme2015-01-13 02:50 pm
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January 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 rain is pouring outside with no sign of relenting. During this time of the year, it's definitely something to leave a chill in the bones. Perhaps picking up a rain coat by the desks on the other side of the room might be a good idea. Who knows? You may just find something suspiciously in your size!
Speaking of those desks, two ladies seem eager to answer any questions you may have, names and positions conveniently written on signs on their desk.
Irene, General Assistance
Andi, Technological Assistance
Outside, and through the heavy rain and 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 (though rather damp) atmosphere as the letters proclaim:
WELCOME TO SAENG SEONG
(ENJOY YOUR STAY!)
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 rain is pouring outside with no sign of relenting. During this time of the year, it's definitely something to leave a chill in the bones. Perhaps picking up a rain coat by the desks on the other side of the room might be a good idea. Who knows? You may just find something suspiciously in your size!
Speaking of those desks, two ladies seem eager to answer any questions you may have, names and positions conveniently written on signs on their desk.
Irene, General Assistance
Andi, Technological Assistance
Outside, and through the heavy rain and 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 (though rather damp) atmosphere as the letters proclaim:
(ENJOY YOUR STAY!)
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After a few moments, he is forced to shake his head, "I'm sorry. I don't recognize any of them, but I will remember them and let them know to find you if I ever see them!"
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Baymax nodded at the boy's assurances that he would send any of his friends his way if they showed up. "Thank you, Diarmuid," he said.
Baymax then turned and headed over to the small table next to the bed, retrieving the letter he'd spotted there and reading it. It explained things a good bit more clearly than Diarmuid could and gave him an idea as to what to do next.
He turned back to Diarmuid. "Perhaps we should go downstairs, as this letter suggests?", he said. "Though I cannot eat any of the refreshments mentioned in this letter, I will need to bring my charging base. I will need to plug it in once I have found the apartment designated for me."
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"There are people down there you can talk to if you have questions. Lady Irene is really nice and knows a lot of things. If you don't want to ask questions now, I can show you where the apartments are," he looks toward the charging base. "Do you need help carrying that? I am too small to help or else I would!"
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He gave Diarmuid's proposal a moment's thought. "I should find out as much information as possible," Baymax said. "But any assistance you could offer would be appreciated. I can easily carry my charging base, however; I am capable of lifting up to 1,000 pounds." And indeed, Baymax picked up the charging base easily.
"Before we go downstairs, please extinguish the candle and lamp," he told Diarmuid. "One should never leave a fire unattended."
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He pauses a moment and then quickly adds something, "Steve and Lord James and that meanie Tony are all from the same world. I don't know if that means anything or not. Steve has been here a long time. Just like me and my brother!"
Once everything is extinguished, Diarmuid makes his way back over to Baymax, "You could try asking people on the Network for information. It's not as busy as it used to be, but sometimes you can still get a lot of good information!"
Want to wrap this thread in another few tags, or continue downstairs? :3
"I will consult the local network then, once the necessary arrangements have been made," Baymax said. Then he toddled forward... only to find the he had to turn sideways to get out the door without potentially damaging the thin walls. After carefully navigating that obstacle he waited in the hall for Diarmuid to join him, then headed for the stairs visible at the end of the hall.
Why don't we wrap? Then we will be allready for new threads! :-D
"I can show you around downstairs and if Lady Irene is around, I can introduce you to her. She knows a lot about this city," Diarmuid smiles as he follows Baymax down the hall, "It will be fun!"
OK! Then I think this one will wrap things unless you want to do a reply. :3
"I would like that," Baymax said as the reached the stairs. More information was always good, after all. He then extended one hand to the railing- safety first, after all- and headed downstairs with Diarmuid.