February Intro Log!

[rekindlemods]

Who: Everyone
Where: The Welcome Center
When: 12th February, 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!)

Comments

Irene, General Assistance

[rekindlenpcs]

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?"

Andi, Technological Assistance

[rekindlenpcs]

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?"

[big_damn_hiro]

“You've got to be kidding me...”

Hiro looked down at the letters in his hands, reading them again, then one more time for good measure. He still could barely believe what he was reading. He never would have thought that he'd open his eyes and find himself in a completely different place, a completely different world. It was almost like one of Fred's comic books. Unreal.

At first the waking up part hadn't been so bad, except for the headache that came with it. The surroundings were a little familiar since he came from a city with many Asian influences. But then it hit home when he read the contents of the envelope that had been by the bed. His backpack was by the bedside table thankfully, but that was the only thing that was truly his and familiar.

The teenager blinked at the apartment keys that had been in the envelope. The intelligent part of him understood the logistics of the situation. However the rest of him that was a 14 year old boy was in disbelief and trying not to think that he was alone; not wanting to feel the pain of that realization.

Putting the letters and keys back in the envelope, Hiro ran his hands repeatedly through his mussed up black hair. “This can't be happening...” He sighed, getting up off the bed and stuffing the envelope in his backpack. He paced around the room for a while – but his racing thoughts brought little comfort. Finally with another sigh of resignation, he picked up his backpack and pushed the door open to leave, determined to figure out how to get out of this mess.

~~~

Downstairs, Hiro had pulled out his ball cap from his backpack and tugged it on over his dishevelled hair, pulling it low over his eyes. It used to belong to his brother and he wasn't parted from it very often. He didn't cut an intimidating figure at all, being barely 5 feet tall and very slender. His hair was black and his eyes were almond shaped; clearly of Asian descent.

One of the helpers in the Welcome Center had given him a large mug of hot chocolate when he had first come down. He had thanked her politely, but had shyly shrugged off any offers for hugs or words of comfort. The misplaced teen had found a quiet corner to sit in where he could look out the window and watch the rain and passerby. He knew he should probably get something to eat, but he had a lot to process at the moment. It didn't help, knowing that he was far from home and separated from friends and his Aunt Cass.

He sipped the hot chocolate, staring almost sullenly out of the window, clearly deep in thought.

[smallspot]

Hiro is so quiet tucked away in his corner that Diarmuid almost misses him. However, he is getting pretty good at checking into corners, especially since he can't help but feel like someone or something is going to jump out to get him after his part in helping Rhea and Mai escape.

However, all those serious thoughts are pushed away when he sees Hiro and recognizes who he is. The boy scampers over to where Hiro is sitting and jumps up and down waving to get the boy's attention.

"Hiro! You're Hiro! Baymax will be so happy to see you! Are any of the rest of your friends here?"

[big_damn_hiro]

Hiro was torn from his thoughts at the boy trying to get his attention. How did he know his name? He had never seen the kid in his life! He was so excited about something that Hiro didn't register what he had said at first.

"Hey, what? Who are you?" He stared incredulously as he realized something. "Did you just say...Baymax?" He felt a pang, remembering the robot who sacrificed himself for him. He shoved the memory away before it could affect his ability to speak.

"How do you know my name?"

[smallspot]

"Yes, I said Baymax! He is my friend! He showed me a picture of you and all your friends. Projected it! Right on his tummy!" Diarmuid points to himself to show Hiro the spot where Baymax had shown the picture on himself, "It was a really neat trick. I wish I could do things like that!"

The boy giggles and then seems to remember he was answering questions for Hiro, "Baymax told me all of your names and asked me to keep an eye out for you guys in case you were brought here. I had no idea someone would be brought so soon!"

[tadashiishere]

Baymax had come to the welcome center in order to add any potential new non-humans to his medical database, as well as to offer his assistance if anyone arrives injured. And while being wet wouldn't particularly bother him, he had brought an umbrella, just so he wouldn't leave a wet floor when he came in. He didn't know if the welcome center had any warning signs for such, and didn't wish to create an unnecessary hazard.

However, once he began making his way through the large lobby his scanners picked up a decidedly familiar set of life readings. Turning to view their source, he spotted Hiro over in the corner, staring out at the rain. Well, this was a pleasant surprise.

He toddled over. Hiro didn't seem to notice him at first, so he spoke up. "Hello, Hiro," he said. "Did you just arrive?"

[big_damn_hiro]

In a way he had been given a heads up by the boy he met earlier. But...seeing that his words were truth was another thing entirely. Hearing that familiar modulated and gentle voice - Hiro jerked from his thoughts, almost dropping the hot chocolate in his hands. He had long since had it refilled - and the hot beverage splashed on his hands.

"Ah!" He hissed, putting the mug aside, staring at Baymax like he was seeing well....seeing a ghost.

"Baymax..." He managed - emotions filling him at seeing his friend. The last time he had seen him, they had been in the portal. Baymax had sacrificed himself to get Hiro and Callaghan's daughter out. Grief, mixed with sudden joy....incredulity and relief. Confusion too among other things. "H-how??"

[tadashiishere]

At Hiro's startled exclamation, Baymax did a quick scan, just to make certain the hot liquid hadn't scalded his friend. Luckily it hadn't, and Baymax simply picked up a nearby napkin and offered it to Hiro. "Always be careful when holding hot liquids," he said mildly.

Hiro didn't seem to have the slightest interest in the napkin however, and was staring at Baymax, looking stunned. A second quick scan revealed indications of both grief and happiness. An unusual combination. Hiro had asked him a question, however, so... "I was brought to Saeng Seong by the same unknown process that brought you here." Because that had to be what Hiro meant, yes?

[ironyman]

Well, that's an invitation to be bothered if Tony's ever seen one. And he's allowed, because he's a superhero.

"Hey, kid."

Tony plants himself on the nearest couch and immediately begins talking as though he has been invited. While speaking he occasionally glances around the room--he doesn't know why the science division head thinks it's a good idea to send him to greet the newcomers, but he still doesn't want to get ratted out by anyone who happens to see him slacking off. Tony Stark only gets caught being a lazy jackass when he wants to be caught!

"I'm kinda supposed to be part of the welcome party--insider's view. Whatever. Job stuff. But I'm not really feeling up to it, and you look new so. Gonna stay over here for a while. That sound good? Great, thanks, kid."

He crosses his legs, clearly intending to make himself comfortable.

[big_damn_hiro]

Hiro glanced up at the older man when he was addressed, quirking a brow. Before he could even respond with something other than a 'I...uh...', the man kept talking. Well, he certainly acted like he owned the place. Hiro didn't know whether to be annoyed or amused. He chose to be neither, simply blinking as the guy made himself comfortable. Welcome party??

"Hi..." He said finally after the man settled. "Uh...who are you?" He hadn't seen him before, and he wondered if he was from around here. This was his job??

[ironyman]

"Tony," he replied instantly, still peering around the room. Finally, he turned to the kid.

"Tony Stark." He looked Hiro over as though he hadn't bothered to do more than glance at first.

"Wow, you're a little sad sack, aren't you. Cheer up, kid, it's not so bad. I've been here, ahh, year and a half, give or take, and I've only almost died... two times. Two and a half. One was a misunderstanding, so. You know. Kind of a loose two and a half."

[spacejackaroo]

Personally Zeb could pick a few better places than this. And after being out of it for awhile just to come back? Didn't help his mood a lot. But he's not going to sit around and do nothing. What kind of jackass did they take him for? Once he heard about the influx of new arrivals, he figured he had to check it out himself, maybe give them a good scare. It was kind of like being in a prison in some ways.

He spotted the small human first when he came inside. Well it looked human, the huge head fur aside. He's not really a kid person, but he had to at least ask if anyone's looking after the kid. He didn't want to end up looking after another orphan, after all. So in came this six foot eleven purple alien to casually plant himself on the couch and ask in a gruff Australian accent, “What, you waitin' for your parents?”

[big_damn_hiro]

Hiro was sitting in a comfy chair, resting his chin on his hand, watching the rain out of the window. He was holding his empty mug in his lap. He still hadn't gotten up to get any food yet and was staring through the glass with a pensive frown.

Suddenly, he wasn't alone as someone (a very huge someone) sat on the couch next to the chair. Hiro looked over and saw...what the hell was that?!

"Augh!"

Startled, his mug went flying as Hiro jumped up. At the same time, his foot got caught in the strap of his backpack on the floor and the teenager found himself flailing backwards and landing flat on his back, legs and arms in a sprawl. He stared with wide eyes.

"Uh...no??"

He wasn't expecting a mountain of a non-human guy coming over okay?

[spacejackaroo]

Ok sure, freak out. He expected it from most humans here at this point. Good thing he's not Ezra or he'd throw him out a window by now.

It's fairly obvious that Zeb looks a little annoyed by the general reaction. Sure he gets it, but it won't stop him from feeling annoyed. Like jeeze kid, could you be anymore obvious?

“Then I'm guessing you're on your own, like everyone else here.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes, “I'm not gonna bite ya...I save that for when you're not lookin'.”

Nobody said anything about mocking the kids, right?

[chaostic]

He took the time to look over the information left for him such as the two letters, the map of the city, and parts of the information guide. What he hadn't expected was to fall into a silent sleep once stabbed by the Kursed. The scene was . . .well faked in some regard. He was still injured but not nearly as badly as Thor was led to believe. His hand lingers over his chest where his armor and leather had been pierced. It matters not as it will heal on it's own if he so chooses to give his body enough time to react.

However the pain from the injury still tempers his rages enough not to lash out at the person who prompts him to come down into the lobby. What do they expect of him? A social visit? They stripped him from his own world and tossed him into another for their 'cause'. If he hadn't heard that a million times over his thousands of years of life he might not have rolled his eyes straight away. The mad titan had a cause and it was to court Death. While they're asking for much less in juxtaposition to that--as physical contact isn't much to ask of anyone--who's to say they're any more sane?

Vanity got the better of him so he transfigured his battle armor into something more casual. At least then all that looks disheveled his his hair and there is no longer the mark of blood on his clothes. He may have left without another word to do his own investigations but food. Prison lends itself to hours and hours and hours of misery and a good meal? He hasn't had one in so long that he has stop counting the days. Even with Frigga lending him comforts he was still made to rot in chains.

Why yes he indeed intends to rob the banquet table blind before leaving. Fortunately he has enough charm to convince anyone that doesn't know him he should be allowed to take what he can before he finds this blasted apartment which better be bigger than his cell was. If anyone cares to stop him, don't. He isn't in the mood to socialize and that is overly clear in the way he will brush right passed your character, shoving them to the side with a--"Move, mortal." As he makes his way for the door. Unrelenting rain or not he has magic to keep him (and the food he commandeered) dry.

[dragoncrest]

There's a face she hasn't seen in some time, the Burmecian muses as she steps into the welcome center, her red leather armor and the spear on her back dripping from the downpour outside. The last didn't remember her, and so she doesn't expect this one to either, but she approaches the Asgardian nonetheless. He looks to be in... not the best of states, which most aren't when they first arrive, but he looks a little more sour than even the last disgruntled guest she met.

"You are Loki, correct?" she asks from a comfortable distance as he's raiding the refreshment table. Thankfully the previous incarnation of the man had corrected her on Odinson or she would have added it.

[chaostic]

Hm, sour perhaps but not as disgruntled as he could be. He did exact his revenge for his mother's death which was a satisfaction to be had even if it did nothing for the amount of anger and resentment he felt over the whole ordeal. As he is, he is least likely to attack others which is a product of being injured. At first he doesn't pay her any mind but as soon as he hears his name he takes a wary glance over his shoulder.

"Of Asgard." he tacks on out of habit rather than anything else. "Have we met?" He thinks not but a thousand years is a long time. One tends to forget faces from time to time whether that be travelling between the Nine Realms or meeting others he potentially knew in a different universe. While memory is his strong suit he isn't about to say he doesn't have his moment of forgetfulness, especially while singularly focused on something as basic as hunger.

[dragoncrest]

"In a way, but I won't trouble you with the details if you cannot remember," she replies, glad to see he is at least willing to converse, even if being forgotten again stings a small bit. She supposes she should simply be grateful that they had not been more than acquaintances. "I am Freya Crescent. I would be glad to explain this world to you if you're unfamiliar with it, but..."

She gestures towards the table with her head and a hand. "If you would like something more substantial than a few blocks of cheese and small sandwiches, I would be glad to show you the way to a tavern nearby first."

They don't really call them taverns here, but old habits die hard. She doesn't really want to let go of the few things here that remind her of home.

[noparachute]

Loki was the last person he wanted to see. Okay, so maybe not the last, but he ranked pretty high up there on his list. Just below HYDRA, honestly. This wasn't the first time he was here and although he didn't cause too many problems, Steve still didn't trust him at all. He'd be a pretty big fool to trust someone that tried to conquer the world.

"Didn't realize you had a big appetite." It was a little odd to see him eat so much, but maybe Asgardians had bigger stomachs than humans. Thor definitely seemed like he had two at least. "Thought about saving any for other arrivals?" Of course, Steve knew the answer to that question, so it was more rhetorical than anything.

[chaostic]

That was one time Rogers. Make like Elsa and let it go. Loki has moved past conquering Midgard. It wasn't worth the effort anyway. The Trickster tenses some, remembering the last time they met he was being smashed into Stark floor. How unfortunate it would be to have a repeat of said events. He dons a smirk and shrugs whilst plopping another cube of cheese and sandwich onto his plate. "Not really. I figure they'll be fine."

Why should he care, anyway? He's the one that's hungry. If someone wanted to complain they would and they hadn't yet until Rogers arrived. "If you are that worried you're free to find the kitchens and prepare some more. I'll wait."

[ironyman]

Tony's long since stopped asking how it can get worse, and it's exactly because of cases like this.

Oh, sure, clearly it's not bad enough that he has to live with a couple of super soldiers he likes about as much as they like him--so, very little. No, that's not nearly bad enough. He's more or less used to shit like that. It's also not bad enough that he just had some very expensive and complicated pieces of equipment ripped out of his arm by a damn psycho, but hey! He's always getting assaulted by pychos. Right?

Nope, what he needs in his life is Loki.

Tony stares when the god brushes past him, as if not entirely believing--or wanting to believe--what he's seeing. After a moment, he clears his throat.

"If I look away, can I pretend I never saw you. And you won't bother me. Because that would be great."

[chaostic]

He wasn't going to stop. He didn't want to. He knew Stark's face better than most and he begrudgingly snaps his eyes shut, haggereding a sigh. No, he did not need this today, not after nearly being stabbed through the heart. This is Hel if he has to spend his days in some forgotten realm with the Avengers. "Shouldn't I be saying such to you?"

He is the villain in this scenario, is he not? "Your role in the universe isn't significant enough for me to care on a day to day basis if I must be stuck here with the likes of you."

[spacejackaroo]

With the sheer number of humans at this place, he'd almost think it was an Empire station, difference in general aesthetics aside. And most the folk here kind of wore his patience barring Sabine and a couple others. Still going out and checking the new meat was better than merely sitting about and leeching hugs from his friend. Never thought that sentence would form in his head. Once inside, one particular new face caught his attention. Now there's a face that screamed oily if he ever seen one. Real tall one too. Still, his rather dour manner reflected his own. A strange human, but he had no place to talk, being a Lasat among humans.

And while he was no moral beacon in the slightest, he had to say he took issue with someone gathering up that much food. He had enough of that better-than-thou manner from Imperials in the first place. Leaning against the wall, the alien gnawed at his lower lip before he countered the stranger, “If you're trying to bulk up, you're not gonna do it in one binge like that.”

[chaostic]

He can take issue somewhere else that is no where near the table. Loki heaves a dramatic sigh. He hasn't said a word to anyone and they're already annoyed by his presence. While that all fine and dandy when he is trying to conquer worlds it is rather inconvenient when he's hunger. Such is building up a reputation he doesn't care to bolster every waking second of the day. "I'm not trying." Honestly, look at him. He couldn't bulk up if he tried. That is more Thor's cup of tea.

"And if you want something then take it. I'm not stopping you." He never made mention of denying others he is just going to continue to take what he can get his hands on.