[Anniversary Event Starting Log] I Awaken To Another Day...

[thepull_mods]

Who: Open Log! This means everybody!
When: September 1st, 1918. Dawn.
Where: Farmer Whitty's Squash Patch, City of Missionworth (Ye Olde... Baseball Diamond?)
Summary: Midnight on New Years Eve finds the entire Newcomer Community thrust backwards in time...oh, 95 years or so?
Warnings: A lot of potentially drunk people are about to land facefirst in a field. Once word is out that a small horde of strangers have mysteriously arrived on the island, Military Forces will be rounding them up for questioning. You be the judge of how badly this goes.



Whether right in the middle of a rowdy parties as toasts are raised with complementary champagne, or having a quiet evening at home on the couch, watching GloTV's annual Auld Lang Syne Countdown Extravaganza, a sickeningly familiar tug of a feeling suddenly wrenches in the gut of every Newcomer on the island who has been brought here by Pull in the past three years.

As fireworks sound over AGI tower and the clock finishes striking twelve, the world spins. For a dazzling colorful moment, flashing scenes from their stay in Port roll backwards like rewound film before their eyes. It becomes a blur, the Pull drawing tighter and tighter, ears might pop and there's a very good chance the contents of their stomachs might be turned out.

And then there is coolness, a brisk breeze, morning dew and damp earth beneath them all.

The newcomers are scattered across a planted field of winding vines and colorful gourds, which won't be ready for harvesting for another month or so. Several startled crows are circling overhead, screaming. There are no tall towers on the skyline, and there are more surrounding trees, particularly toward the western horizon- golds and oranges of early autumn.

To the east, a picturesque early 20th century settlement stretches to the island shoreline, already bustling with traffic and construction in the early dawn's light. There is no putrid, sick-sweet rotting smell which normally lingers for awhile in the morning fog, after the lifting of darkness.

Two young boys stand agape at the edge of the field for several moment, leaning over a fencepost, then turn and tear off towards a homestead not far away, shouting for their papa.

Welcome to the City of Missionworth. Look's like The Core's decided to give you all a history lesson for the New Year.

Comments

Achievment Unlocked~!

[ella_of_frell]

In retrospect Ella is -EXTREMELY- glad she didn't get pulled in her jammies. That would have been horribly embarrassing. And even colder than she was now. Spotting the familiar face brings relief to hers, and she hurries over to meet him halfway.

"I'm fine John - though I can't find Kyra. I haven't seen Harry either - do you have any idea what happened? Or where we are? It looks ... a little familiar.

ffff reread info post-- it's autumn, not winter, ugh.

[freeholding]

More than anything, John wants a jacket. Or his missing firebrand wizard. Either will do. As it is, John puts a hand on Ella's shoulder, half for reassurance and half to be certain she's real (never can tell), before folding his arms around himself again.

"Well," John says slowly, looking around. In the morning light, he can see other people around them, looking just as disoriented. Some of familiar faces from the network. John's brain takes ahold of the few scattered details available to starts putting them together, click click click.

"Another displacement, clearly. I only see other Newcomers so far, and that pull felt like the... well, the Pull. Perhaps the island's screwing with us again. Or the natives found a way to get rid of us en masse. The 'where' is anyone's guess though."

It's...a ... very chilly autumn! :D;;

[ella_of_frell]

"Wherever it is, it definitely isn't where I'm from." She frowns a little, "... I wonder if Hattie wound up here too, or if the core sent her home." It's a little disturbing the amount of second-guessing she's been doing in regards to her stepsister.

There's just no way she'd changed. None. But Ella musters a quick smile of gratitude for the reassurance. As far as the 'where'... "Maybe there's a sign somewhere?" She scanned the area. "I thought I heard some children a few minutes ago, that might be native here."

LET'S GO WITH THAT. Plus nighttime.

[freeholding]

"I'm unsure, given what I've heard on the network, if you're hopeful or worried." It's hard not to catch the drunken stepsister and other such dramatics. John has most certainly been trying to follow along in the manner of a friend, not someone who quietly enjoys soap operas. Nope. Never.

"Let's hope they're friendly. But if you're headed off, I'll catch up with you later. I need to find Dresden before he races headfirst into trouble, as he's wont to do." John pulls out his NV. "If you need me just... Call..." His eyes narrow at the screen. "Or not. Wherever we are if out of range for my phone... What sort of NV do you have?"

[ella_of_frell]

Ella grins sheepishly. "We have... not the best relationship, but I wouldn't want something bad to happen to her and.." She felt guilty over throwing her out, and then Eponine and ... "Well, nevermind that." Noooo, he'd neeever like the drama the stepsister stir up. Like no one else did too!

"I'll keep an eye out for Harry and anyone else familiar so-" she pauses, momentarily alarmed, "You can't use your NV?" At the question, she reaches into her purse, pulling out the book sized NV. "This one -" Only flipping it open so she could access the network wasn't helping either. "... but it doesn't seem to be working."

[freeholding]

Under the circumstances, he'll not pry into that. Ella's last few weeks have likely been rough, and now is not the time. He's offered his aid multiple times-- if Ella needs help, she simply has to ask. No point nagging about it.

John's face darkens. "So we are either away from the network or something has happened to it. Excellent." He sighs. "I am liking this less and less by the minute."

"I need to find Dresden. But if anything happens, I'm still armed." Ah, the benefits of a fitted torso holster. He's sadly only got one handgun and his usual array of knives, but it's better than nothing.

[ella_of_frell]

Unfortunately the one thing she really needed help with was the one thing she was forbidden to even mention. "That's no good. There's no way to keep in touch with anyone this way." She folds the book closed again, sliding it back into the purse.

"You've got the advantage there, I think." She didn't even have that sword she swiped back home. "Come to think of it - we've been standing out here this late, and I haven't seen even one of those darkness monsters." Pause, and she raises her hands, "Not that I'm complaining! It's just...strange."

She glances upwards briefly. "Never thought I'd see the night sky like this." Bwah, no time to take in the sights though. She rubs her arms briefly, nodding. "I should try and find my houseguest, Dorian, or Hitsugaya or Hattie. Someone. Both of you be safe, all right?"

[freeholding]

The Darkness... She's right. The sun is coming up, but it's still before the time when John would expect the sirens. And perhaps it's because he's a city boy or perhaps because he's not been able to go outside at night for so long, but it's only when Ella mentions it that John looks upward at the sky. So those are stars. You don't get them in cities with light pollution. He stares at them for a moment before blinking and snapping out of it.

"Right, yes." He nods back at her. "Keep an eye on the network, see if it comes back on. Try to keep your head down." And before he goes, he reaches under his shirt. Ella might see the dark straps of a harness there, but only a glimpse before John produces a knife. It's one of his longer ones, more suited for hand-to-hand than throwing. He offers it, handle first. "Not much, but it's what I have. Unless you've got a knack for throwing knives; I have those too."

[ella_of_frell]

Ella was from the country - not seeing the stars every night had always been unnerving, and it was very, very tempting to just stare at the sky and get as much of the sight firsthand. Her head snaps back to John at the command, and she rests a hand on her purse, nodding. She'll keep an eye on the network. "Hopefully it's only down for a little while."

Try to keep her head down... oh did he have to say that? Forcing herself to remain straight with a twitchy smile, she eyes the knife as he offers it. "I don't think I can hit the broadside of a barn, actually." She accepts the knife, though she really hopes she wouldn't need to use it. "I'll get it back to you as soon as I can - thanks." She ducks her head a bit with a smile.