February Intro Log!

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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

[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.

[chaostic]

"Trouble me anyway. If there is something I should be aware of then I see no reason to shun the knowledge." Her name doesn't strike him as familiar either so he dismisses that thought that his mind was just too clouded from passing (supposedly) from one universe into the next. Then again death has a funny way of catching up to a person. If this is Hel it's pretty okay so far. All-Father knows he would never walk the halls of Valhalla. "Actually," He turns from the plate he'd been making. "that would be most helpful."

Strange considering most dismissed him. "Is it simply Freya or do you have a title?" Consider that his extension of civil kindness for her offer.

[dragoncrest]

"I am a dragon knight of Burmecia, but you need not worry about formalities," she replies with a shake of her head, resting a long-fingered hand over chest. "'Freya' is enough."

She turns her head to look towards the door and the coat racks to make certain Loki might be properly equipped for the rain if he so wishes, thinking that being soaked through would not help much with his mood. Either way, he does seem to be curious as to their relation, so she might as well tell him.

"I will explain on the way, then. Do you need a coat or an umbrella before we head outside?"

[chaostic]

A knight, hm? He wonders if that speaks of her nobility as well. If she conducts herself as politely as she does with him to others that may reflect well on how he chooses to find a niche here. If he's lucky there won't be a familiar face from his own world among the people here and he may be able to usurp a rather positive outlook for himself.

Then again she has already implied that she knew him. There could be set backs.

"Just Freya it is." As to her inquiry he moves away from the table and to the pile of coats for something that may fit. "I don't." But he'll take one anyway. He might as well allow his body to have enough of his magic reserve in store for healing rather than petty spells for rain. If only Thor were here. He works as a nice umbrella. Then again Loki might be getting pummeled into the ground for the stunt he just pulled. Perhaps that trivial thought is best left unspoken.

But really what other use does Thor has besides brawn? He serve as Loki's personal escort through the rain, the oaf.

"Indulge me." He shifts a coat on which is a little ill-fitting but it'll do well enough to cover him. He would prefer a cloak. "Do the letter they left newcomers hold any relevance?"

[dragoncrest]

Once the Asgardian retrieves a coat, Freya begins to move towards the door and opens it for him, glancing towards the sky briefly. The continual deluge they've been experiencing has been strange, and she wonders if there's any significance to it before returning to the matter at hand.

"It should contain most of the information directly relevant to surviving here," she says. "Though I imagine it fails to account for the fact that it sometimes brings people from very similar worlds here, or that the memory of this place is locked away once one returns home."

i thought i replied to this already, sorry

[chaostic]

He pulls the hood over his head, shielding himself from the rain. He gives her a small nod of his head as he proceeds through the door. At least he remember to even do that. His own ego usually glosses over such gestures but she's being fairly nice. He has no ill-will against her so why sour that?

"Yes, it skipped over such details. I skimmed them." He hardly retained most of it. "I am still unaware of what they gain from us other than energy but then I failed to see how that is to be harvested."

it's cool, i figured it got lost or something. :|d

[dragoncrest]

"As far as I know, that is the main thing they are after," she says, stepping alongside him as she heads to a building about a block away. "As for how they gather it, I can only presume that it is through a particular combination of magic and machinery that we cannot perceive the effects of."

Still, the results were clear enough with the gradual reopening of the districts. She had no reason to doubt that they were indeed getting it somehow.

"They occasionally ask for additional help, either to rebuild or investigate things they are unwilling or unable to, such as the rebel group that lives outside the city walls..."

She couldn't say it surprised her that they had sent their visitors out to do the dirty work--they wouldn't want to lose any more of their natives, seeing as there were no children remaining. She had gone along with it mostly out of the desire to see the outside herself.

[chaostic]

Perfect so they're all sitting ducks if whomever brought them to this dimension ( he should have memorized the names on the letters ) finally gathers all the energy they need to accomplish their goal. He would suspect the warm welcome was more of a front if it weren't for the lack of warning he has gotten thus far.

"Are we speaking of a violent rebel faction forged by war, or just simply an entity that exists that wishes to take power over this city?"