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December Arrivals- OPEN LOG
Who: December Arrivals, Greeters, NPC recruiters & anyone else who happens to be hanging around the Tower Apartments to 'welcome' newcomers.
When: Throughout December, 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. You will be disoriented, dizzy, slightly nauseous, and very sore upon arriving in Siren's Port. Every new arrival from another world gets deposited in the dead center of an ill-kept baseball diamond.
The weather is chilly in December, and while new arrivals may be lucky enough to arrive during the safety of the day, the danger of nights are growing steadily longer. Pedestrian traffic is hurried and bustling, particularly in the hour before siren.
Newcomers are thrown from their pull somewhere within the fenced-in baseball field, either in the dirty infield or tossed rolling into the overgrown dirty outfield. 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 the 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. The dugout interior is lit with a string of Christmas Lights by night, and contains a box of coats, an electric kettle and a box of Hot Cocoa packets, provided courtesy of the Newcomer Community Center. 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.
Some of the fences and signboards have been replaced with information and welcoming signs, posted by Newcomers as encouragement, but 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!') However, someone has also recently decorated the fence with silver and gold garlands.
The Baseball Diamond is maintained by the city Government, who allow greeters access to the infield to retrieve new arrivals, but preserve the area's neutrality. Everyday citizens and corporate affiliates are not allowed access to the diamond. 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 and boarded up, still scorched in places. Asking around, you might hear about the anti-newcomer movement and an attempt to blow up both towers back in January. 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.
The general atmosphere in the city is tense and full of mood whiplash this month- the darkness is longer and the nights may seem claustrophobic. The Underground Mall is a packed escapist paradise on the weekends, with overnight stays at the many motels popular. Conspiracy theorists and doomsday preachers seem to be found on every streetcorner, and they seem to have more of a presence than charity-collection "Santa's Helpers". Retail stores seem doubly desperate to rake in holiday profits during daylight business hours, and competition between the companies is mounting as the year comes to a raucous close.
When: Throughout December, 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. You will be disoriented, dizzy, slightly nauseous, and very sore upon arriving in Siren's Port. Every new arrival from another world gets deposited in the dead center of an ill-kept baseball diamond.
The weather is chilly in December, and while new arrivals may be lucky enough to arrive during the safety of the day, the danger of nights are growing steadily longer. Pedestrian traffic is hurried and bustling, particularly in the hour before siren.
Newcomers are thrown from their pull somewhere within the fenced-in baseball field, either in the dirty infield or tossed rolling into the overgrown dirty outfield. 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 the 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. The dugout interior is lit with a string of Christmas Lights by night, and contains a box of coats, an electric kettle and a box of Hot Cocoa packets, provided courtesy of the Newcomer Community Center. 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.
Some of the fences and signboards have been replaced with information and welcoming signs, posted by Newcomers as encouragement, but 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!') However, someone has also recently decorated the fence with silver and gold garlands.
The Baseball Diamond is maintained by the city Government, who allow greeters access to the infield to retrieve new arrivals, but preserve the area's neutrality. Everyday citizens and corporate affiliates are not allowed access to the diamond. 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 and boarded up, still scorched in places. Asking around, you might hear about the anti-newcomer movement and an attempt to blow up both towers back in January. 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.
The general atmosphere in the city is tense and full of mood whiplash this month- the darkness is longer and the nights may seem claustrophobic. The Underground Mall is a packed escapist paradise on the weekends, with overnight stays at the many motels popular. Conspiracy theorists and doomsday preachers seem to be found on every streetcorner, and they seem to have more of a presence than charity-collection "Santa's Helpers". Retail stores seem doubly desperate to rake in holiday profits during daylight business hours, and competition between the companies is mounting as the year comes to a raucous close.
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I don't think I'm hurt.
[Despite the idea about hitting his head. It's the only theory that makes sense and maybe he's just missing an injury there.]
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[She comes closer and touches his forehead gently, vaguely wondering about fever or- anything weird really. The gesture unwittingly echoes the last time Someone did that.
There's no fever. No bruises that she can see. She touches Cas' chin to get him to look up at her and looks at his eyes carefully. She's definitely no doctor, but she knows from hunting how to look for a concussion.]
How do you feel? Any headache? Are your ears ringing?
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No. I just feel... Weak. Nauseous.
[Out of place. Unsteady and confused and like there's some terrible sense of dread hanging over him.]
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Why don't you get cleaned up?
[There's a handlebar in the shower, put there because people get injured every other day here and you just never know.]
You might feel better when you have some time to think and wash all this horror off.
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But instead he manages to stand up, waiting there awkwardly for her to direct him where to go.]
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I'll dig up some clothes and shove them through the door, okay? There's an extra towel on the door.
[Once he's busy doing that, Mary immediately lets out a shuddering breath and all but collapses on the couch, hands shaking. Jesus, this might actually be one the most surreal, kind of awful experiences of her life, if only for sheer weirdness. She wants to think she didn't just let a monster use her shower, but can't be sure.
Then again, the monster Sam described didn't sound like Cas at all. The man in the bathroom definitely sounds and even moves like him, with at least a few of the same little hang-ups. Which leaves some weird possibilities. Oh, god. Amnesia, a blow to the head, some kind of strange magical thing. Maybe this is something that happened at home- but if that were the case, he'd show up looking like he did at home, not looking like the result of a horrific death here.
She leaves a message on Crowley's NV while he's showering, sends Magneto a text about her medication refill (for the love of God), and makes two drinks by the time he's out.]
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After he's dried off and changed into the clothes she'd slipped through the door, he steps out of the bathroom tentatively and awkwardly, gaze downcast at the carpet and everything about him withdrawn. He's coming out of his shock now, and everything is starting to weigh on him; it's amazing how heavy it all is even though he only remembers a few hours.]
Mary?
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Hi. [Glance.] You look great. A lot better.
[Not great, exactly, but at least something approaching alive now. She sets her drink own and sits up further, ready to stand if he needs help for some reason.]
How do you feel?
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[So it's pretty much a given that he looks better. He doesn't approach, instead settling back to lean against the wall next to the bathroom door.]
Confused.
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[She pushes a chair out a few inches with her toe. In case he wants to sit down.]
Can you remember anything?
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[He doesn't come closer yet either, though he does glance toward the chair briefly.]
I just... I know something terrible happened.
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Well, you're right.
[The next question is cautious, because she isn't sure if she can or wants to answer.]
Do you want to know what it was?
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[The answer is almost immediate, all of his instincts screaming at him instantly that he doesn't want to find out. Whatever happened was bad enough for him to lose his memory, and there's a terrible sense of foreboding when he even thinks about it; why would he want to know?]
I think... I think I should try to use this opportunity.
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Use it? For what?
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[If something that awful happened, then maybe a new start is not only the only choice, but exactly what he needs.]
you get a momma icon :'|
[Starting over. It's what this place is all about, after all. At least, it is if people are lucky and they have the right attitude. Mary can't blame him for wanting that, although she does worry a lot about letting this issue lie under the surface. Nothing ever stays peaceful forever.
Still, it's his decision, and he's made it very clear. She smiles.]
A lot of people do that. I died before I came here.
Is there anything you want to know? What your name is, what your powers are? What you are? Who your friends are?
awwwwwwww
[He frowns at that, confused and concerned, and then considers her questions a moment. There probably are some things he should know.]
My name.
[It would be for the best to have one, really. And one of her questions catches his attention, specifically.]
Am I not human?
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[Silence. Maybe telling him isn't the best idea; angels here don't exactly come free of baggage, and there's only so much he can do before someone spills the big secret everyone recently learned. If Crowley knows, then-
Mary realizes she's overthinking and decides to stop it and drop her intense look. A little warmth creeps into her face, eyes crinkling as she speaks.]
You're an angel.
[It makes her smile just a little. After all this time, it still gets to her- angels.]
Your name is Castiel. Your friends call you Cas. I do- can I keep doing that?
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[That seems ridiculous. That's not even possible, is it? Even if angels are real, is it possible for one to wake up with no memory, bloody and exhausted and lost? That seems far too human an experience for a creature like an angel.
And he doesn't feel like any sort of divine being.]
Castiel.
[It's an odd name, and it sounds stilted as he repeats it, no familiarity attached. If something is supposed to jog his memory, shouldn't it be his name? 'Cas' seems more familiar, but only barely, and he nods at Mary's question.]
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[Another reassuring half-smile.]
Yeah, you're an angel.
[Then she notices how he's reacting, the apparent confusion and skepticism, and wonders.]
What do you know about angels? Anything?
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Lawd-a-mercy, this is a whole new kind of amnesia that soap operas don't even have a name for.]
Don't think about that too much. Angels are like people- they're all different, and what they're supposed to be isn't determined by what the Bible or people's ideas say about them. No more than bad soap operas or Hallmark cards are what real people are like.
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What is a Hallmark card?