[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

[motioned]

[She nods enthusiastically, bringing them back into the small meadow they'd found refuge in before. They must be somewhere in the outskirts of the woods, she thinks happily.]

Look, look! They're coming out.

[She points above their heads to where the stars are starting to blink into view.]

[rewritter]

[ he watches, and remembers... he's only been in the port for a few months, too, but that's a long time to go without admiring stars. ]

... It's been a while, huh.

[motioned]

Yeah, it has.

[She turns towards him with a giggle, pulling him close enough that she can grasp his other hand with a smile.]

So, may I have this dance?

[rewritter]

... That's supposed to be my line, Ahiru.

[ beat to the punch! but he draws her closer, too, squeezing her hands lightly. ]

You don't even have to ask.

[motioned]

[She smiles, letting a hand move to his shoulder with a smile.]

I think you're going to have to get used to it.

[rewritter]

I could probably learn to do that.

[ been a while since he danced--ballet, not ballroom or whatever she dragged him into--but it comes naturally, anyway. ]

[motioned]

[It seems so familiar, these movements, and comfortable. Of course, there's something new and a bit odd, too. Here, under the stars and the moon after so long, she's cold, damp, sore, dirty, tired, her dress is torn, her hair is tangled—

She feels absolutely beautiful.]

I love you.

[rewritter]

[ it's accurate, she is absolutely beautiful. their first pas de deux was a disaster, their second felt like a farewell. he takes his time with this one, and doesn't even have to say it back except through the moves, but he does. ]

I love you, too.