February Arrivals Log

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Who: February Arrivals, Greeters, NPC recruiters & anyone else who happens to be hanging around the Tower Apartments to 'welcome' newcomers.
When: Throughout February, 2012 (Please Specify Date & Time of Say in Thread Header)
Where: The Sector 4 Baseball Diamond, Parking Lot & Lobby of the Tower Apartments
Summary: This is your catch-all one stop log for arrival interactions! New Newcomers can also meet and mingle in the apartment lobby.
Warnings: Nausea, potential for violence, language- add on any warnings or ratings as they come up.



It feels like a whiplash, like being plucked up into the sky and sucked through a very tight dark space before being deposited rather roughly in the City. You will be disoriented, dizzy, slightly nauseous, and very sore upon arriving in Siren's Port. Every new arrival from another world gets deposited in the dead center of an ill-kept baseball diamond.

The weather is chilly, and while new arrivals may be lucky enough to arrive during the safety of the day, the danger of nights are far ore threatening. Pedestrian traffic is hurried and bustling, particularly in the hour before siren.

Newcomers are thrown from their pull somewhere within the fenced-in baseball field, which is overgrown and dirty. Standing on second base and facing home plate, one will see a rotten, old and deteriorating backstop and chain link fencing, much like any little league baseball field. Broken down bleachers made of worn out green painted wood can be seen in disarray behind this, and some old trees line the wall and fencing along the right side.

To the left is a walled in Dugout with a secured door. The dugouts are made of thick concrete and set low into the earth. This one has been outfitted as a safe place to enter during the night to hide and wait out the morning. The dugout interior is lit with a string of Christmas Lights by night, and contains a box of coats, an electric kettle and a box of Hot Cocoa packets, provided courtesy of the Newcomer Community Center. Sometimes Greeters can be found here, waiting for people to show up. The Dugout to the right has also been cemented over and secured with a heavily guarded and armored door.

Some of the fences and signboards have been replaced with information and welcoming signs, posted by Newcomers as encouragement, but from time to time some form of degrading graffiti'd tag might appear here or there, 'Go Home!' or 'Now You're Fucked, Newmeat' 'Welcome to Sirens Port, Population: Too Many to Add One More' and 'Attention Newcomers: Please wait here till sunset sirens to receive your welcoming package!') However, someone has also recently decorated the fence with red and pink paper hearts.

The Baseball Diamond is maintained by the city Government, who allow greeters access to the infield to retrieve new arrivals, but preserve the area's neutrality. Everyday citizens and corporate affiliates are not allowed access to the diamond. The small building constructed over the right dugout is still guarded heavily by government-controlled Voids, to block public access to the Core. Those who cooperate with greeters will be treated fairly and be given helpful information, lead to the Tower Apartments and offered a month's lodging. Those who put up a fight will be met with Voids and detained by police.

Just beyond the fence, in the Tower Apartments parking lot and lobby, SERO and AGI recruiters will be passing out informational leaflets presenting company propaganda, including discounted coupon booklets and travel-sized toiletries as a "Newcomer Welcome Package". AGI is using the excuse of Valentine's Day to heavily promote its Adult Entertainments.

Other then the lights around the Core dugout, there is one single electric light above home plate that remains on, even in the Darkness. There is an open walkway near the dugouts that leads into the parking lot of the Tower Apartments. The front doors of Tower One are always kept unlocked, but you had best close them again quickly if you slip inside during the night. The office of the Landlord is well marked near the lobby, and you'll receive keys there.

The second tower is abandoned and boarded up, still scorched in places. Asking around, you might hear about the anti-newcomer movement and an attempt to blow up both towers back in January. You'll be advised not to go wandering in there- it's no doubt structurally unsound, though the first tower still stands tall and (mostly) functioning.

There's one more troublesome thing of note... locals seem far more ready to accurate identify new arrivals this month, and 'greet' them rather cruelly in public places.

The reason for this is an anonymous live-steaing videofeed, 'NEWCOMER WATCH', which is trained on the diamond 24/7. Anonymous viewers are making an online event of new drop-ins, making crude commentary over the chatroom, posting their pictures and descriptions up over local NV networks and generally encouraging nasty behavior towards these individuals.

So prepare for some very mean and possibly violent treatment in the coming weeks.

Comments

February 4th; late evening

[afallenstar]

Anna hasn't felt nausea in a very long time.

...That's not strictly true. It's actually been a relatively short time, a few months since they changed her medication in the institute and she spent days trying to force down any scrap of food. Anna though, the real Anna, angel Anna hasn't ever experienced anything like this. When she lands it's solid, disorientating, and she drops to her knees instantly. Doubled over, she has to take a few long slow breaths for the sensation to pass, and even then it still lingers a moment longer.

Eventually though it does pass, and when it does she's left with nothing more than grass stains on her knees and a lot of confusion as to what's going on. She gets up slowly, eyeing her surroundings as she slowly stretches her arms out. This is strange. Moments ago she'd been locked away, doomed to eternity of some of the most grim of persuasion methods. Now? Now she's standing in the middle of a field, welcome signs surrounding her. It's strange, yes, but she's not about to question it any time soon. After all, she would have given just about anything to get out of that place. Now she doesn't have to.

That aside she should make an effort to find out something about the place she's in, and the first place seems to be these signs. Whatever it is about this place, it's like nothing she's ever felt before. There's more though, there's some of her kind here. There's angels in this strange town, and Anna can't quite tell if that is relief or fear she's feeling. A little of both perhaps. Sure it's good that there are others here like her, at least she's not some isolated anomaly, but that doesn't mean she knows how they're going to react. Anna doesn't exactly have the best relationship with her siblings after all. So she doesn't make any attempt to contact them, the way only they can. Instead she just approaches the edge of the field. Research first, family drama later.

Grell Sutcliff: Febuary 4th 3:47 AM

[kissthegrell]

"Will! Will, let me go! Let go of my hair! Ugghhhh.... I said let go... I...


HEEYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The field is full of Grell's wild screams. Grell is on his back, his magnificent hair trailing in the dirt. The pain and nausea hit and bring him back to himself. As he scrambles to his feet his hands reach out to the red object in front of him.

"There you are. Will couldn't take you away from me my...

Huh...

Will? WILL? Where did you go? You're going to punish me, you bloody sadist!"

Yet, there's a fear that creeps up on him. Where is William? Where is HE? This place is bad, he knows that. He clutches his saw closer. Is this his punishment? Punishment usually involves paperwork. The thought of being abandoned completely...

He pushes it to the back of his mind.

A creature runs out of the darkness at Grell, who flies towards it and his chainsaw slashes it neatly in half.

"Will WILLIAM COME BACK!"

February 5th, afternoon

[wouldyoulikemyhat]

(tw: suicide)

[He scarcely notices the shift when it happens. The world is already closing in around him, the current of the Seine already dragging him down, yanking his body this way and that like a rag doll, and Javert permits it, strangely satisfied when the roaring of water begins to fade at last. What is one more sharp pull to a dying man?

It is silence that rouses him in the end, the abrupt lack of motion, the feel of dirt and grass pressed against the side of his face.

Javert’s eyes fly open as he draws in a great lungful of air and almost chokes on the unfamiliar sensation. His whole body aches. It tells him nothing of value, except that he is alive. He draws in another quick, wary breath. The way it comes in shakily is unfamiliar as well, and it soon comes rushing back out in noise that is more cough than laugh.]

An unsuccessful resignation! [His voice is hoarse and it hurts to speak, but he persists anyway, as if he needs to hear himself regardless.] That’s good; that’s familiar. It has happened before.

[This pronouncement made, he endeavors to sit up. It is more difficult than he anticipated: his limbs are weak and uncooperative, his sodden clothing hangs heavy on his frame, and the motion makes his head spin alarmingly. He would have expected to find himself draped unceremoniously on the banks of the Seine, if anything; to find himself in the middle of some kind of field does nothing for his temper. He is in no mood for games.

Still, he manages to struggle to his feet out of sheer stubbornness. Once the world stops spinning around him, he takes another careful breath and looks about him warily. If anything, his confusion and irritation only increase when he sees the unfamiliar buildings in the distance. Wherever he is, he must be miles away from Paris—or, indeed, France.]

February 5, late afternoon.

[tryingitall]

Balthazar lands hard, probably because he never expected to be falling in the first place. Certainly not literally. He rolls a few feet before coming to a stop in the grass. To his credit, he's quick to rise again, but his expression screams 'disoriented and extremely unsettled'.

Staggering to his feet, he turns a full circle to establish that he's not about to be attacked, then looks down to check for injuries. He sure as hell feels like he's been through the wringer.

His right pant-leg is torn and smeared with grass and dirt. Other than that, he's 100% intact, if nauseous and aching all over. So where's Castiel? They were just having a delightfully awkward chat that he was beginning to think would end with one of them dead. Maybe the interruption is a good thing.

Then again, judging from the signs along the fence, probably not. He heads cautiously toward the dugout, alert for signs of life.

Feb. 26th, an hour before evening sirens

[chosenbynyx]

Zoey landed hard, feeling her breath leave her with the landing. Coughing hard, Zoey pushes herself to her knees and brushed her hair out of her face to reveal the sapphire markings that cover more than 70% of her upper body. For awhile, she just sits there, catching her breath and waiting for the nausea to pass before looking around. Brows furrow as she carefully eyes the baseball field and beyond to the Tower Apartments. Realization dawns on her.

"Sirens Port?"

She'd completely forgotten about this place, naturally. And with everything that had happened since she had last been here, it was understandable that she didn't recognize it immediately. Looking around, she spotted her NV (the same as it had been last time and with her messages saved! Neat!) and switched it onto record.

FEBRUARY 26th ; EARLY EVENING

[rainprism]

[She is a literal streak of light in the darkness -- colliding with the ground at the most inhospitable of times. It's been about an hour since the evening sirens and the monsters are slithering about all over the place, and as the dust from the impact clears, a broken, stammered groan draws a small cluster of them near to investigate.

The twisted, panting form of a young lady is splayed out in the center of a small crater.

She's down, but she isn't out.

When the unwelcome interlopers come growling and sniffing around, a flash of magic summons a wicked chain of lightning from an ejected weapon, splitting the air with a roar of thunder. Predictably, the beasts who are not torn asunder by the spell scatter in alarm to lick their wounds in the shadows.

It's all the time she needs to engulf herself with a sweeping healing spell and stagger to her feet, holding her head to steady herself.

Could it be ... ?

Those aren't Heartless ...!]