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.

[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.