sirenspull_logs | October New Arrivals!

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October New Arrivals!

Who: October Arrivals, Greeters, NPC recruiters & anyone else who happens to be hanging around the Tower Apartments to 'welcome' newcomers.
When: Throughout October, 2012 (Please Specify Date & Time in Thread Header)
Where: The Sector 4 Baseball Diamond, Parking Lot & Lobby of the Tower Apartments
Summary: This is your catch-all one stop log for arrival interactions! New Newcomers can also meet and mingle in the apartment lobby.
Warnings: Nausea, potential for violence, language- add on any warnings or ratings as they come up.

It feels like a whiplash, like being plucked up into the sky and sucked through a very tight dark space before being deposited rather roughly in the City. Your character will be disoriented, dizzy, slightly nauseous, and very sore upon arriving in Siren's Port It is your choice whether your character arrives during the safety of the day or the danger of night.

Until recently, no one knew why, but every new arrival from another world gets deposited in the dead center of an ill-kept baseball diamond.

Some of the fences and signboards have been replaced with information and welcoming signs, posted by Newcomers as encouragement. However, from time to time some form of degrading graffiti'd tag might appear here or there, 'Go Home!' or 'Now You're Fucked, Newmeat' 'Welcome to Sirens Port, Population: Too Many to Add One More' and 'Attention Newcomers: Please wait here till sunset sirens to receive your welcoming package! =) ')

A person is thrown from their pull somewhere within the fenced-in baseball field, either in the dirty infield or tossed rolling into the overgrown dirty outfield. A recent fire has charred the left side of the outfield, and grass is only starting to grow back.

Standing on second base and facing home plate, one will see a rotten, old and deteriorating backstop and chain link fencing, much like any little league baseball field. Broken down bleachers made of worn out green painted wood can be seen in disarray behind this, and some old trees line the wall and fencing along the right side.

To your left is a walled in Dugout with a secured door. The dugouts are made of thick concrete and set low into the earth. This one has been outfitted as a safe place to enter during the night to hide and wait out the morning. Sometimes Greeters can be found here, waiting for people to show up. The Dugout to the right has also been cemented over and secured with a heavily guarded and armored door.

The Baseball Diamond is held by the Neutral Government, allowing greeters access to the infield to retrieve new arrivals. However, the small building constructed over the right dugout is still guarded heavily by government-controlled Voids, to block public access to the Core. Those who cooperate with greeters will be treated fairly and be given helpful information, lead to the Tower Apartments and offered a month's lodging. Those who put up a fight will be met with Voids and detained by police.

Just beyond the fence, in the Tower Apartments parking lot and lobby, SERO and AGI recruiters will be passing out informational leaflets presenting company propaganda, including discounted coupon booklets and travel-sized toiletries as a "Newcomer Welcome Package".

Other then the lights around the Core dugout, there is one single electric light above home plate that remains on, even in the Darkness. There is an open walkway near the dugouts that leads into the parking lot of the Tower Apartments. The front doors of Tower One are always kept unlocked, but you had best close them again quickly if you slip inside during the night. The office of the Landlord is well marked near the lobby, and you'll receive keys there.

The second tower is abandoned, it looks like there was some kind of bombing. Asking around, you might hear about the anti-newcomer movement and an attempt to blow up both towers. Explosive charges were set up in the elevator shafts, back in January. Tower Two's weren't disabled in time, so the building is taped off, and you'll be advised not to go wandering in there- it's no doubt structurally unsound, though the first tower still stands tall and (mostly) functioning.

Though temporary housing services are funded by SERO and AGI, they are now run buy the Newcomers themselves. With heavy funding and support contacts from both companies, the building is in a state of slow remodeling.

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[It was over in an instant, faster than blinking. It had been a flare of pain that was mercifully brief. But what hurt the most was the voice he'd heard only briefly - how could one word sound so anguished?

All thought was gone, replaced by a very familiar sensation - falling, being pulled. Alan knew this and he fell willingly, welcoming everything that came with it - the ache, the twisting churning in his stomach. It wasn't long then there was the impact and the scent of earth filled his lungs.

Thankfully it's day so he can just lay here a minute, breathing and trying to gather up his scattered mind, fitting in all his memories back into place. He knows where he is that this is the place Eric called Siren's Port. Eric. Eric was here and he's sure his disappearance didn't go over well - that thought along is enough to make him come to his feet dusting off his suit.

Right well best get back then, in his process of smoothing out his clothes he finds his spare glasses and slides them back on bringing his vision back into focus. Seems like there had been a bit of trouble while he was gone; hopefully none of the others had been involved or hurt by it.]

[If Jane hadn't been too high to realize what was going on, she would have seen the flash, felt the immense pressure and tug of the pull as she was sucked out of her very existence and thrown into Siren's Port. She would have felt the unforgiving impact as she was tossed to the ground, her body rolling a couple of times before settling, limp, in the overgrown, muddy grass of the outfield.

Instead, she started to come to after being pulled, after landing, and was immediately hit with the musty scent of mud and dry grass. Jane's eyes flew open, but squinted quickly. Her head hurt. Her stomach was churning. She felt miserable. Then she was sitting up, blinking, trying to get her eyes to focus. Was this a dream? Did she get a bad batch? Did she finally overdose like her father warned her she would time and time again? And then, suddenly, and most importantly--where is Jesse?

Jane stood shakily to her feet, nearly falling over again, having severe difficulty even taking the few paces to her bag, then crouching again, partly from the nausea, and partly to pick up the spilled contents of her bag. It was all she could do to keep her sanity in that moment. If she hadn't already lost it.]

[ There's a wince as he comes to. With a groan and a shake of his head, Ronald manages to pull himself up from where he lay. It takes him a moment to take in the surroundings - his head hurts too much and quick movements make him want to heave. His arms are limp over his knees as he sits up and decides to look up and about. It's too soon for him to stand. Everything hurts; Sebastian after all put him through quite the beating and that crash landing wasn't exactly the softest he's ever had. ]

...ow... blimey, everything hurts.

[ And he's left sitting there a moment, holding his head a moment before he looks around. The warnings on the wall have caught his attention and there's the barest hint of a shudder as he glances at some of the more threatening ones. ]

S'not exactly the most welcome spot. Now where the bloody hell am I...?

[ There's a breath and a stifled yelp as he gets up though. Okay. Nausea's gone and his body's healing... but man, those bruises are still going to smart.]

cor... Mister Spears? Mister Sutcliffe? You lot here anywhere?

Edited 2012-10-05 11:09 (UTC)

[His arrival felt like when Doctor Manhattan had transported him outside of his facility, the government home that he wasn't allowed to leave. He didn't care much for the big, blue man, besides the fact that he needed to wear clothes more often. He felt sick, like he might throw up. But that would entail lifting up his mask, even a little bit, and he couldn't do that.

Not now, when there were other people here. His eyes narrowed, and he frowned, though no one could see him do that. His mask shifted at the new distribution of heat on his face, and he looked down at the ground. His hat had fallen off, and he picked it up, putting it back on and standing up. He felt unsteady, but Rorschach wasn't about to let anyone see how much this was affecting him. His journal was still in his inner jacket pocket, and he could feel the familiar heft of his grappling gun.

He's not going to say anything. He's going to look around, no real expression despite the moving inkblots, and wait to be told something. There were people around, and he could read the signs on the fences. This might not be New York, but it sure did seem like it.]

[ Whomever decides to head out to the baseball diamond and check for more newcomers will find a 17 year old Indian boy curiously inspecting the dugout and the variety of signs that have been posted around. He doesn't seem confused or upset; just intrigued. ]

In the sky above the baseball diamond was an unusual sight. A woman, dressed in a bright pink jumpsuit, was falling out of the sky. Her feet were pressed tight together, her hands clasped in the small of her back, and she looked, except for the unnaturally stiff posture, almost as if she could be asleep.

But Phoebe was not asleep- far from it. Her eyes were open wide, and she screamed, an almighty scream, as if she was in severe pain. And as the woman fell lower, it was easy to see why she screamed. Small flames danced across her body, burning her jumpsuit – burning the woman. Until, about ten feet from the ground, she was absorbed by a blue-white light.

And then she fell, limp and spread-eagled to the ground.

Phoebe lay for a minute, completely still, catching her breath. She looked different now; her jumpsuit was gone, replaced by a light blue gypsy top and white pants, and her hair was shorter.

Everything ached – everywhere ached. She could feel the flames spreading, eating away at the fabric of her jumpsuit. Tickling her skin, searing the flesh and boiling her blood. Funny. Burning human smelled a lot like roast pig. And then – the thump. The slam of landing in the orange dust - not so bad as being thrown by a demon – but still up there in the top ten.

For a minute, Phoebe wondered if she was dead. Was she dead? If she was dead, she wouldn’t feel this much pain.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked around, forcing herself into a sitting position, despite the protest from her aching body.

Not the jail. Not the Manor. And somehow, she didn’t think that either the Underworld or up there would look much like this. So where was she?
Phoebe was on her feet immediately, eyes darting from side to side to assess her new environment. This had to be the work of demons. Though – what sort of a demon would bring her here? Wherever here was. Should she chance shouting out?

“Leo? LEO? PIPER? PRUE?... Anybody?” Almost as she thought it, she found herself shouting for her sisters and Leo. Surely Leo would answer, or they’d get a message to her, somehow?

“Alright, I don’t know who you are, or how you did that, but you could at least have the courage to show yourself!” She shouted out after a couple of minutes of silence.

[The rip and pull sensation had to be what death felt like, didn't it? Pulled away from her body and --

...and...

Well. Well, she isn't dead, is she? Her head is aching, and her stomach swimming, not to mention how her neck and limbs hurt so much. With a little groan, Miku sits up and looks around.]

Hello...?

[She looks around and stands up, stumbles, and sits down again.]

[It was clear that the sensation Dirk was feeling was falling. He'd felt it many times before, living on the top of a high rise gifted you with many an opportunity to experience it, that was for sure.

Even though it was a blur, Dirk was just as quick minded as he was fast on his feet. Curling himself up, ready to roll into a comfortable landing, where ever he was.

One thing was for sure, it didn't make sense. The last thing he had recalled was... Well, it was far from this to say the least. Just moments later, Dirk was landing. Hitting the dirt and rolling off like a ninja from the centre of the run down sports field.

Instead of collecting himself and his thoughts, the first thing Dirk did was flash step out of the open and into one of the dug outs. It was here he would stay, for the time being, gather his thoughts, take in his surroundings and evaluate his predicament. If there was one thing that really grated Dirk's grill about this? It was not being in control.]

So... Whose pulling the strings here?

[Agni took a long, deep breath. He suddenly felt as though he were ill. He was dizzy, and felt uncharacteristically weak. Dizziness made him sway on his feet, and stumble and fall.]

I'm sorry Prince Soma, I don't know what came over me. I...

[And he looked up... and saw.]

Where am I?

Prince Soma? [No reply.]

PRINCE SOMA! [Anyone near the field would hear the scream]

[ He lands with a grunt and rolls on automatic, trying to ignore the way his stomach churns in tandem to the motion. It's not the first fall he's taken, nor is it likely to be the last, but man, it takes him a few moments too long to rise to his feet once he comes to a standstill. The dust from impact clouds lazily around him.

His head is spinning; but he's not unaware. Considering the battle he's just been in, being unaware could mean being dead.

Something happened? Naruto winces around the ache in his limbs -- ow, that's new -- and squints at his surroundings, willing his head to stop spinning. Not cool. Not useful. It needs to take a hike, right now. ]

Nngh. What the hell--?

[ He's never seen a baseball stadium before and his confusion just rebounds. This isn't the battlefield. Where did the battle field go? No, really. It's pretty damn hard to miss a battlefield! ]

Haa? Damnit-- Oi. OI! KAKASHI-SENSEI? WHERE TH'HELL ARE YOU?!

[ Yep. When it doubt, shout your lungs out. Hey, it often works for Naruto! ]

Edited 2012-10-10 23:19 (UTC)

[Jade has experienced a lot in the short life she has lived, for some of it, she was prepared or ready - but not for this.

As she fell from the sky, she skitted across the ground as she landed, its takes her a minute or two for her to finally open eyes. She doesn't want to move as it feels like its going to make her throw up.

She still feels sick when she finally does lift her head to look around, baseball pitch? Why here? Wasn't the journey suppose to take another year? This certainly can't be the other universe!!

Too many questions mixed with the nausea, means that poor Jade's head could not take this, once she is able to lift her head without her the support of her arms, she calls out to see if anyone is out there.]

...Hello, is anyone here??

Saying Mike was pissed would be an understatement. He was livid, foot stomped down on the gas pedal, his New Yorker town car screaming through the sandy desert, kicking up a cloud of dust in its wake. He had a gun waiting to be drawn on sight of Walter White, locked and loaded, a bullet in the chamber. His boss was dead and it was all that son-of-a-bitch Walter's fault.

Then it happened.

A bright light, a whooshing sound, wind whipping all around him and that pain--in his chest like his spine was being ripped through his sternum. Had he crashed? Was he having a stroke? A heart attack? Had this line of work finally gotten to him? Was the healing bullet-hole in his flank compromised and these were his last moments--bleeding out in his car? By the time Mike pondered all of this, there suddenly came the sensation of falling. White faded to black and suddenly--land. Dirt, mud, grass. A baseball field? Then, a crash! and the protesting grooooan of twisting metal.

The impact kicked a cloud of dust into the air. Mike was nearly knocked unconscious in the fall. As the dust cleared, the background started to come into view. The airbags had deployed and the car was smoking slightly. No fire, but it would be out of commission for a long while, maybe even totaled. He unclenched his heavy fists from the steering wheel and shouldered his way out of the car. Once Mike got to his feet, hands on his knees to help him upright, he started clapping the dust out of his jacket, straightening it, checking for his weapons, his phone.

Everything was in tact. But was he? Mike unzipped his jacket, pulled up his black t-shirt. The bandage on his flank was spotted with blood. It still ached something awful, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Yet, when he peeled the bandage back, there was nothing there. Just the fading remnants of a scar. How in the...? Mike's expression didn't change much--just a sight raise of the eyebrows and a tilt of his bald head as if to say 'well, that's interesting'. Not much could shock a man like Mike who had seen things you wouldn't believe even if he told you himself.

Mike went around to the back of his damaged car and popped the trunk casually, as if he'd just parked in any regular old available spot. Mike lifted a duffel bag from the trunk of his car with a slight grunt. When he shut the trunk, the front bumper came off and fell to the gravelly, muddy field with a metallic clang as it vibrated against the debris. Mike simply rolled his eyes as he unfolded sunglasses from his pocket, with only minor scratches (that he scoffed at nevertheless), and placed them on, heading towards the edge of the field.

Mike emerged from the dust cloud, a staggering silhouette at first, then clearer. He had an imposing figure. His features were harsh, cold, but there was a little warmth left in his eyes, behind those shades, for his granddaughter. Where was she? Where was he? Mike looked from side to side before finding a break in the fence, heading straight for it, aiming to walk confidently into the city. He would find out what was going on and who was responsible for this.

Cal hadn't gated. He knew that, but, as he opened his eyes and recovered from the slightly sick feeling, he also knew he wasn't in Goodfellow's apartment anymore. On top of that, the sun still sat high.

So what the fuck had just happened here?

Cal took in the dilapidated area, the angry graffiti, and everything else before slowly risking a move. He wasn't broken or tied. What would kidnap him and not tie him up? Cal stood and glanced around.

"I thought you'd learned not to fuck with me Grimm!" Cal shouted. After shooting Grimm in the gut, he'd thought the monster would be out of commission longer than this.

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