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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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"Wait - time traveled?"
That's even more surprising than showing up here in the first place. She knows not to get too comfortable in a place that's disrupted as much as the Port is, but still, to send everyone to - the past, it had to be, judging by their surroundings. There's another pause.
"But time travel doesn't change where you are, right? I mean, we were just - um, we were just - right next to each other."
Nice save.
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"You were lip-locked, weren't you?"
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But judging by the shade of red her face has become and the frantic rate at which she's speaking all of a sudden... Yes.
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Granted, neither of them needed to be reminded that Jack is gone and he pushes past that thought. "It's an angel thing. We know everything. And I'm sure Jinx'll start hexing her way through the crowd any minute now."
You don't get de-lip-locked that badly and react well, after all. Especially not if you're Jinx.
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"1918? That's only four years after the time it was back home!"
Even though she's endlessly fascinated by all the technology in the Port (toasters!), it's still nice to have something at least a little familiar after years of being in the future.
"H-Hexing? She wouldn't hurt anybody, would she?"
...But they both know the answer to that question.
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"Personally, I didn't think the 1910's were a banner decade, but that's just me."
And then something occurs to him, something that makes him stop and stare, because he can't remember the last time he's been out this late and not smelled rot and decay. He looks up abruptly and stares at the sky as if seeing it for the first time in years. Sirens should have gone off, there should be receding darkness, but there's no indication that there was ever any to start with and even at the break of dawn, he can almost see the stars fading.
"Ahiru..."
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"What is it?"
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"I didn't hear the sirens either and that Darkness smell lingers until noon half the time." He snorts in response. His nose is more sensitive than most people's, so of course he'd have that problem.
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"But you said we had only gone to the past, right? Not to a new world? So - that doesn't make any sense!"
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He maneuvers around some of the vegetables to see if he can get out of the cold, muddy field. "I think someone's trying to tell us something."
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"So - we're free? I mean, no more having to run from monsters or worry about getting killed if we stay out a few minutes too late?"
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She doesn't even realize she's babbling; it's clear from the way her eyes are scanning the skies in search of possibilities, her mouth open in a breathless, wondering grin.
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But he knows this city well. Something terrible is going to happen. He can feel it down to his very being. For the moment, however, it's okay.
...Except for those armed guards coming into the field.
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"Gabriel..."
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That always works. He could fly off, but he needs Jinx and he's not about to deal with the arguments about how he should have gotten everyone out. At best, they're not really a threat to him and he won't be a threat to them unless they get nasty.