[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

[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.