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Entry tags:
- * open log,
- *anniversary event,
- allen walker,
- alouette,
- amy sorel,
- ciel phantomhive,
- dave strider,
- deadpool,
- discord,
- ella,
- enjolras,
- frau,
- gabriel | the trickster,
- grantaire,
- harry dresden,
- hellmaster phibrizzo,
- hiccup,
- iroh,
- jake english,
- jesse pinkman,
- john egbert,
- john marcone,
- keigo asano,
- lisbeth salander,
- master eraqus,
- nelliel tu odelschwanck,
- raphael sorel,
- roxas,
- rue,
- sasuke uchiha,
- sissel,
- son goten,
- teito klein,
- toothless
[Anniversary Event Starting Log] I Awaken To Another Day...
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.
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.
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It was the silence that made him realize something was wrong. With the pull came a sick feeling but he rode it out as he climbed to his feet, plants brushing against his jeans. He ejects a winter coat from his sylladex with a muttered word. As he pulls it on, Dave takes in the scenery. The cold bites at him but he ignores it while taking his winter gear out of his storage space tech. Before long he's trudging through the squash patch, moving with a sense of purpose as he looks for other people.
He's not dumb enough to call out when he doesn't know where he is. But to get anywhere he's going to have to. "Hey! Who's out here? Give a shout and if you need help shout a little louder, I'll get to you." Never a dull day in Port.
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Here comes someone quite small, stumbling over vegetable vines and leafy greens. He's found a stick, thank God - thin, but long enough to work as a makeshift cane. Not the sort of cane one uses to lean on, mind you; he sweeps it along the ground, poking and prodding at squashes to steer himself away from, as a blind boy would with a white cane. This is appropriate, since he's blindfolded.
Never mind that, though; he's nearing Dave, and pale, though this is from the cold rather than the shock. That he's been more or less getting over all right. He's got farm soil smeared here and there on him, but he looks okay otherwise, even if his sheep print flannel pajamas are kind of goofy.
"I heard you asking if anyone needed help," he says, finally halting a couple of yards away, "but I thought I should check if you do too? Also, I'm kind of turned around..." A little shrug. "I was trying to find someone and lost my way from the edge of the field. Would you mind telling me..."
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"West edge of the field is to your right, fyi. I just came from that way. Just follow the split where the ground divides a bit into rows for this produce." His hands slid into his pockets as he took one step back. "It starts to thin right at the edge." He hadn't had to explain that sort of thing to Terezi but, some things just needed to be told.
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He pauses, and it's just a little awkward.
"She's my very good friend and I'm not great at finding people. She yells a lot, but I haven't heard her yet. Um, let's see. She's not old! And she usually has some swords." Another pause, this one more sheepish. "I think a lot of us will trying to be find people now, though."
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Other than trying to get used to her new surroundings and keep her senses intact, she has been trying to find any of her friends, the moment she's hears Dave's voice she lets out a sigh of relief and calls out to him.
"Dave! Where are you??"
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The teen titans needed located too if they were here. He had his knight gear in his sylladex ready to slap on in a second. Time felt the same as it always did but he was consciously wary of the timeframe and where they were. While he didn’t know exactly, he suspected. “Any idea what the fuck just happened? Besides the random instance of a damn pull again.”
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She shakes her head. "No, you are the first of our friends that i've been able to find. I don't think we have a lot of time to find them." She can hear them coming closer and it is really making her uneasy, but she tries to smile at Dave before answering his next question.
"What i've been able to gather is that, the pull's taking all the newcomers somewhere else, none of the locals are with us. Although, i feel like i haven't left port at all." She doesn't know how she can explain it, especially to Dave who isn't a space player, but space feels the same here as it does at the port.
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His history lessons of the place weren’t as good as they could be. Partly because the society at large just didn’t like newcomers. No. That made them sound dumb and stupid which was probably the point. They the OTHERworlders. Okay that didn’t sound right either. Really why couldn’t they just call them people?