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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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Kainé's grip was a comfort to be able to have, but also a little - well, he felt kind of bad, for some reason. Inept, he supposed. Realizing how poor he was at taking care of himself hadn't left him feeling very good about it. "For a while, I stayed in one of those apartments, too... It wasn't so bad, you might like it! But, um, there's a lot I don't really know how to do, Sebastian always took care of... everything. I made a friend, and she said I should stay with her family. I've only been there about a week, but..." But it had been a pretty uncomfortable week. "It looks like you have to get everything at a market here, and I'm not really good at markets right now."
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... Then again, he was human now. Unlike you.
She hadn't had much experience with markets, herself. Look at how well the one at the Aerie went. But she pushed the thought out of her mind, shook her head a little to focus on what mattered. Other people could take a hike. If Emil was living here and he was still blindfolded, she had to help. "Your... friend... doesn't happen to have a place to camp nearby, do they? If they don't, I'll make one."
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Unhelpful description. He pursed his lips a little, trying to come up with some better wording.
"Like something, uh... It's supposed to be something you can talk into, something you didn't have before. You're supposed to talk to other people with it, and ask them questions - hey, you could ask them about the sun! They'd know better than I do. And other things..."
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"And you're going to have to be more specific than a 'thing', Emil." She stood up, removing her hand from his shoulder, but just then realized the object around her wrist. Well, shit. This counted as a thing, right? Whatever it was. She arched an eyebrow, poked at it and blinked at the new functions that popped up.
"... Actually, you know what, I think I might've found it."
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"Well it's - oh, you found it...?"
After I woke up. Hearing something like that was still sending a little tickle to his chest. So things turned out okay after all... This could only mean they'd end up saving Yonah, too. There was no way they'd give up.
He realized he'd been distracted by his thoughts, and gathered himself up again. "Um, you can hear and learn all kinds of things with that. A lot of the people have been really kind, Kainé. I bet they'd tell you anything you wanted to know. Some of them have been here a lot longer than I have."
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He could be too trusting. Or maybe she couldn't trust enough. She smiled ruefully, but lay a hand briefly on his head, just as a reminder, before turning and heading towards the exit, whichever one had the least greeters gathered around. "Let's get the hell out of this shithole already. I want to see this place of yours."
Not like their camping was anything luxurious, but this friend of his had better be taking care of him, or heads would roll.
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"Cities are shitholes. All I need to know is the way out," she muttered, but even as she said it she could feel something sinking in her stomach at the thought of leaving Emil by himself. She trusted him, she just didn't trust anyone else to not be a little shit to him. And there were so many other people, she wouldn't blame him for getting lost at all. For a second she wondered if she should take his hand.
Really? That's a new level of pathetic right there.
"Don't think that way," she said, fantasizing about punching Tyrann in his stupid face over and over again. "You don't slow us down at all."
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"I'll help you find the way out," he said easily, in such a casual tone that his claim almost seemed fact. It wasn't that he sounded firm or determined - just, he didn't voice any doubt. "We'll look and look and keep looking, and we'll figure it out. I miss Weiss and Nier, you know?"
Perhaps he was a little too lax about this situation, but...
"And if I didn't slow you down at home, I definitely won't, here, either. So that's the plan, right?"
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Well, if the kid could be that optimistic, she definitely had to be, too. She closed up the bag again and reached down to transfer it back in his grip. Fine, that would be enough sappy hand-holding for now. She had a reputation, damnit.
"We'll find our way back to them. Or kick their asses if they find us first. Count on it."