[WORLD TWO | INTRO LOG]

[spellbindmods]

Who: All coven members
Where: In and around the new world’s apartment building where the coven is staying
When: Day (the calendar isn’t syncing for me hELP)
Open/Closed: Open to All

You’re in a room. It’s pretty bright — blindingly so, even. There’s something very stark and very clean about the place, and also the person you’re sitting in front of. You’re sitting? You’re sitting. There’s also a pane of very powerful plexiglass separating you from the uniform-clad person who is now speaking to you. It’s impossible to transcribe what they say verbatim, but here’s the gist of it: - You’re being welcomed to a city called Shehui. Depending on who you are, the level of technology may be light years ahead of you or child’s play. - There’s a very strict policy about magic. While there are measures put in place to prevent magic from happening, this is still something that they reiterate over and over. They don’t want to take chances. - Crime is also frowned upon. Small infractions will result in credit deductions, while major crimes will get you banned. Antisocial behavior is also looked down upon. You’re locked in the city for your initial eight weeks. You can leave afterwards, but trying to break out of the city or cause social unrest will result in monitoring and a potential ban. - This city is supposed to be somewhat relaxing. Is it a free pleasure cruise? No. Is it a self-contained society that runs on community and indulgence? Yes. - You’re being given an allotment of credits in order to stay in the city, which is what the economy there runs on. This goes on for quite some time. - You’re being moved to a housing location. Despite the slotted speaker in the middle of the plexiglass, the only time you have a chance to ask questions is when a small slit opens in the bottom and a package is slid towards you. - What’s in the package? There’s a credit card-like apparatus that has apparently taken a picture of you. It contains a place to write your name, an identification number and barcode. It also has a thin strip near the top that has scrolling script floating by. It states “WELCOME TO SHEHUI. YOUR ID WILL UPDATE WITH COMMUNITY NOTICES AND PERSONAL PINGS FOR JOBS AND VOLUNTEER OPPORTUNITIES RELATED TO YOUR INTEREST.” It’s a lot to take in, but that’s the long and short of it. Have questions? The person will reiterate a few times that there are information desks around the city. That’s all for now…now you’ll be traveling to your next destination: your new home. The floor slowly lowers as if you’ve been in an elevator the whole time. It connects to several other glass containers, much like your own, all suddenly clanking together in a chain. After a short wait, the chain begins to move — quickly. Faster, maybe, than you’ve ever gone before. It’s hard to even make out the scenery when you’re zipping past everything so quickly. Where does this trip lead you? The ground floor of your new apartment building. The plexiglass cases open up and you’re in a hotel lobby. There’s a flashing board on the wall — NEW ARRIVALS, COME HERE. A ▢ So now’s the time to get settled into your new digs. Your name is on the board, and there’s a promise that your things — which, by the way, were mysteriously taken — will be located in your room. No need to fight over bedrooms; those also hold name placards that are digitally installed. Maybe everyone else is already there. Maybe you’re the first person there and need to find a way to stake your claim on the fridge or a bathroom. B ▢ Maybe you don’t want to fuck with anybody right now and are busy exploring the apartment building. You may encounter some aliens, some strangers, some ice machines. There IS that floor that’s nothing but recreational stations. If you’re overwhelmed, the garden is a good place to start. The sport court is pretty empty right now, if you want to have any regrouping meetings.

The apartment building is locked up tight for three hours in order to let new arrivals get their bearings. After that, the ground floor lobby doors open into the city of Shehui. There’s a lot to take in, but let’s cover the biggest bases: C ▢ Right outside this communal apartment building is a large, digital job board. The list of available jobs and credit opportunities are constantly flashing by. Want to pick one out? Just hold up that ID card you were given and the instructions and location will be sent to the ID’s text scroller. D ▢ You’ve got 500 credits to blow on clothes, food, strippers…whatever you’d like? Right next to the apartment complex are tons of local businesses, from bistros to outlet malls. A movie theater, an arcade, a video game store…and the best thing about Shehui? Most everything is dirt cheap. Where are you shopping? What are you buying? Enquiring minds would like to know! E ▢ Right next to the shopping area is a wooded park. It’s akin to a nature trail that’s similar to Yellowstone in scenery and topography. If you’re more comfortable someplace less…tech or modern…then this may be exactly where you’d like to be. F ▢ Wildcard! How will your character interact with this new and unusual world?

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[transcutation]

[B]


[They'd told her repeatedly that they weren't allowed to use magic... so of course, the second that she's let out of that plexiglass box and out into the hotel lobby, Cagliostro is snapping her fingers and yelling a declaration that seems like it should be accompanied with some building-destroying explosions]

ARS MAGNA!

[Except... nothing happens.]

...shit!

[A - Floor 12 Room 2]


[Looks like someone's already in the room. A cute little girl... who apparently has taken it upon herself to claim most of the cushions in the common area to fortify one chair into a veritable throne. Some habits die hard.

She looks pretty proud of herself, but her smug look turns sour when she sees you enter]

...ugh, you mean I'm sharing this place?

[D1]


[If you're at the arcade and seem like at all the nice or approachable type, you might find a girl who's picked up a modern, local wardrobe cutely(?) bugging you near the prize catcher machines.]

Hey, hey, are you any good at these? It's just so hard for Cagliostro to win...

[D2]


[...alternately, you might turn a corner to find her banging away at the buttons herself, at another UFO catcher or maybe a fighting game or the like, yelling like a brawler in a barfight]

ORRRRAH! COME ON, TAKE THAT! JUST... DROP ALREADY!

B

[teratias]

[Waver is all set to just crash for a few hours and get a layout of the hotel, before moving onward. He is also quite content to let everyone else use the elevators, before trying to get on and get to his own room.

So small wonder he ends up watching someone clearly make an attempt to have...something happen. He doesn't know the spell, but Waver's a mage. He can identify the motions of magecraft and magic even if he can't guess what the spell is.]

Jeez. I think they're serious about the no magic thing here.

(Day 140 according to my calendar, if that helps?)

[songbird_slayer]

[A]


[You could say she's frightfully curious. After seeing her assigned room and touching base with her roomies- hello again, Rottytops! The dear! And Hakuno, they haven't met have they?- now she needed to know who was staying where. The excitement of a new environment had her feeling awfully frisky. Childish, perhaps.

She needed the pool. She needed a swim, working off the energy before she'd blow the living hells out of her credits in expanding her wardrobe beyond a single outfit. And the bathing suit she'd nabbed from one of the stands outside, of course; dressed for the occasion and lugging a towel over one shoulder, she tread along in search.

She hoped the whole 'search for magic' thing could wait a day or two. Surely someone else was a little weary of the island hub and their tiny cabins.]


[D]


[It's almost like a goddamn celebrity rolled into town, but it was just the little lady peering through a pair of sunglasses, adorned in a long wool coat that flowed. Behind her? Several gentleman eagerly carrying boxes and garment bags filled with goodness knows what.

When a girl's got one outfit to her name for months on end, and was then granted such immense deals as well as a starting package, a girl makes her inventory grow. A bard wasn't without a wealth of outfits for all occasions.

She tapped a pen against her lip before she set it to a notepad.]

Let's see, that scratches that itch... do I check out a movie, or do I follow that delightfully naughty flyer what slipped through my little computery thing just an hour ago?

Ah, excuse me-

[She'll flag you down. Yes, you, dear.]

-Have you been to the theater yet, darling? Anything good?

D...oggo

[mech_and_mutt]

Huh?

[He darn near bumped into her on his way past, arms full of clinking and crinkling grocery bags. Face to face with grocery stores and junk food, can you blame him for blowing his first stipend check on a little variety?

even if most of it was said junk food.]

A theater? I haven't even finished making my way through the market yet!

[...But she'd apparently been busy. And the line behind her was testament to that. Blink.]

...Made some new friends?

[lunala]

A; Floor Six Room One
[Moon takes off running as soon as she finds her name on the board. Not content with waiting for any elevators, she careens up the staircase two or three steps at a time, counting the floors as she passes doors without stopping. One, two, three... Six.

Just as wildly, she slams into the first room on the sixth floor--the door cracks against the wall, luckily with no damage--finds her room, flings that door open, too, and there, sitting in their Pokeballs, are her Pokemon. She scoops them up.]

There you all are! I was worried!

[Hopefully she didn't alarm anyone on her way in.]

D; Shopping Spree
[Moon could definitely use some new outfits. And, well, usually she's pretty practical, but there's something fun about dress-up. So, in and out of the dressing room she pops while Ariri, parked just outside, rates her clothes. Ariri seems to like almost everything Moon picks out, though.]

Okay, Ariri, how about this one? Do you think the sunglasses are--oh. [There's someone besides Ariri here. Moon flusters.] Hi! Do you need the dressing room...?

d

[splinten]

The sunglasses are a definite yes.

[--an unbiased man on the subject of sunglasses.]

[nockpoint]

( A, FLOOR 13, ROOM 1 )

[ aka, the room with one ghost and three children? are they children? it doesn't matter, really, because archer is an entity that has existed outside of time for eternity and will continue to exist outside of time for another eternity, and you're all infants to him, really.

whatever it is, archer is currently the equivalent of the eyes emoji over the kitchen. there's a fridge. a fridge that works!! and a stove, and counter space that probably didn't have rats crawling all over it and shitting on it at some point, and really, the possibilities are endless.

and maybe he can raid the spice cabinet... hi! welcome, children of debatable child status! there's a big tall guy who you've probably never seen before because he's antisocial and spends half his time on the hub as a cat because its warmer that way (his player is dying at work a lot of the time) going through the knife drawer with the most judgemental look on his face.

in the background, there's already a kettle on the stove with water boiling for tea. some habits die hard. ]

( C, ALL GHOSTS ARE HOBOS )

[ a job? that's probably a good thing to have. money is important for humans and mortals, and they need it. archer should probably get a job.

except, no, he's actually going to go blow it off after staring up at it all, and head in what he hopes is the direction of a supermarket or something. ]

[ ooc: pickup black friday week shifts cant stop me now!! actually they cant but i'm going to do my best anyway! if you'd like to do something specific, pm me here or on plurk or hmu on discord! laure#1730 ]

c, for real now

[cuchulainn]

[ get back here nerd. oh. it's archer. why was lancer always spotting him at times where he didn't particularly care to? oh, well. he could roll with this.

and well, it wasn't really lancer's business what archer did but whatever. he felt like being nosy. so surprise, from behind he reached out and tried to snag archer by the shoulder. ]

Where are you headed off to?

[lohengrins]

♡ A (ROOM 4-1)

[ the city is a stream of silver and lights — it's a foreign sign to him, a sleek kind of modernity riddled with patches of green like he's never before. he doesn't take well to being robbed of his weaponry (he's very disgruntled, more specifically) but he makes it to his newfound residence in due time, eyes narrow as he scans this, uh, home of his.

and two others!

maybe you're one of his roommates and supposed to be here. or maybe you're not and wound up getting lost. either way, he's going to drag his pinky across the counter before looking towards you, head held high and saying: ]

Every three days, this kitchen will be wiped down appropriately. Understood? We'll need to establish a schedule for the bathrooms as well.

♡ C

[ percival can be found in front of job board, eyes roving over each and every one of the listings. oh! you're here too. perfect. ]

It's necessary that the lot of us secure jobs — we may be here for [ grunt. ] months.

[ there's a pause, and a cant of the head. ]

You would make for an apt housekeeper.

♡ F

[ it's the library! a vast expanse of knowledge and the first place he thinks to uncover after his own residence.

percival sits at a table, a somewhat massive stack of books adjacent to him. when he sees you, he'll motion a slip of paper in your direction. ]

The city tends to its citizens well — foreigners are provided amenities and shelter, and each and every resident is provided a means of living; inflation is nonexistent. This system is almost optimal.

There appears to be a sense of homogeneity, however. The history is strangely scarce, and the people are stiff.

I don't trust it.

Tell me something: what exactly does this city make you feel?

c

[idolpedia]

Excuse me?

[Oh look, Percival. It's the girl who slapped you in the face for training exercises. Awkward seeing you here too.]

And what makes you think I would make an apt housekeeper? Choose your words wisely.

[Or suffer the consequences, because wow she sure does already look irritated.]

[terezias]

a. floor ten room six

[The door to one of the apartments on floor ten hangs open. If you're one of its residents, or just nosy enough to poke your head inside, you may notice that someone (Terezi, we mean Terezi), having retrieved her red chalk from her new bedroom, is hard at work sketching out a Trogdor-the-Burninator style dragon on the back wall of the apartment.

She stops for a moment, takes a stride or two back, and surveys her half-finished work.]

Hmm. The wings should be larger, I think.

[Interrupt her?]



c.

[Terezi has her face pressed up close to the job board--she can't taste the words, but some habits die hard--and is peering at the listings, her glasses lowered so she can see better. After a moment, she shakes her head, concluding,]

These are all boring.


d.

[Her eyes go wide as she takes in Shehui for the first time: the technology isn't that far beyond what she had on Alternia, but she's not used to being around more than a few people, much less an entire city. The bright lights and bustling streets are a lot.

She almost looks uncertain for a moment, but that expression quickly fades, to be replaced by a kind of mischevious glee, as she stalks off in the direction of--is that an art supply store? Please take pity on her roommates.]

c

[splinten]

No fuckin' kidding.

[Dirk's arms are folded, and he absolutely has his katana on his hip, and he just is clearly not interested in any of this.]

Maybe the post-apocalyptic wasteland that we can only assume is just outside the city barrier has more interesting job descriptions. Like laundry cannon operator or jukebox technician.

[idolpedia]

A) FLOOR ELEVEN, ROOM ONE!

[After departing from their starting point, Dia is going to make it a point to begin making herself familiar with this new world and the room she should be staying in. It's certainly a little worrisome that her younger sister had been placed into another room but she has to trust that she's going to be fine.

She's taking her time inspecting the room and ensuring that they were stocked on supplies for at least the first couple of nights.

If someone walks in? She's taking a kettle and some pots down and assessing them, they're clean and look nearly brand new. She'll have to make a trip to a grocery store to get herself and maybe the room a small stock of tea for their prolonged stay. She assumes also that maybe welcoming her new roommates with dinner wouldn't hurt.

Eventually to whomever has walked into the room she will say this:]

I would like to make it clear that we will take turns cleaning the areas in this apartment and we should quickly decide who will be sleeping where and ensure that we keep our areas clean.

[Sorry, new roommates. You have been saddled with a strict, prim, and proper young woman who doesn't cut ANY slack.

Or did you walk in here by mistake? Oops, Dia certainly might be giving the wrong impression to someone she doesn't even know.]

C) JOBS JOBS J-J-J-JOBS.

[It would be a great idea to get a job, right? Well, it seems this young woman is having a tough time choosing.

Someone should tell her to move out of the way and stop taking up so much damn space.]

D) Shopping RESPONSIBLY.

[Dia can be found in one of the clothing shops, she's looking at some appropriate attire for working. Maybe you might spot that incredibly cute blouse in her hand that would probably NOT be appropriate for a job?

Maybe you spotted her looking fondly at a sparkling dress?

Either way, she's distracted enough that one could probably sneak up on her in the midst of her incredibly Responsible shopping venture.]

WILDCARD)

[Anything else goes here! If you want to hit me up for plotting my plurk is over @ megaevolve! I'm open for anything!]

c!

[oceanaria]

Hello, Dia-san.

[ Somehow, Riko's not surprised to see her here. Dia is known for being an earnest hard-worker, after all. ]

What kind of a job are you looking for?

[ With that question Riko joins her in taking space in front of the board. ]

[splinten]

a: 11-2

[The second Dirk arrives in the designated room (he seriously does not like having his location controlled like this) he goes digging through the stuff he had on him until he finds it: his sword. His excellent, necessary sword. Thank fuck. He immediately gets it back on its belt (god he wishes this was a high frequency world for the sylladex) and relaxes a fraction. And then he looks around.]

We don't have to stay here, right.

[He's bad at doing what he's told and that includes rooming.]

c: this isn't really capitalism, but still fuck it

[His eyes narrow as he reads through the board. All of this balances oddly on him. He doesn't object to the idea that basically you should work for communal good. He is extremely unnerved by the idea that you have to in some way contribute to stay. The job list shares what contribution means, and while it's loose enough that he isn't outraged, he still doesn't like it. All this talk of banning strikes an ugly chord.

It's why he mutters under his breath, looking at the jobs,]

Where's "freelance pain in the ass" on here?

d/e: still nope

[And here he thought he'd gotten adapted to cities with Aimantis. This is worse. There are way more people, and there is so, so much noise and congestion. Foot traffic. People all around, talking and moving, a weird series of rules that seem to control the way they interact with the cityscape around him, and some of it is intuitive but a lot of it really isn't.

Eventually, Dirk gets bumped into and barely resists attacking the person. They just walk around him though. So, the sight: a teenager standing still in the middle of the walkway, tense and uncomfortable and confused, and then dashing off into the park.

Pursue? Or perhaps find him later once he has climbed up a tree to hide?]

f: wildcard

[anything else! pm me or hit me up at mobiusloops to plan!]

e

[lohengrins]

[ that's a familiar face.

percival wades through the crowd, blatantly shoving someone to the side upon seeing a familiar blond head of hair — then there's a startle as dirk begins to dart through the flood of people and towards the park. ]

Dirk!

[ and now percival's bolting too — fortunately, he's agile enough to find him at the entrance of the park. ]

Oi! [ his expression is harsh....but it softens as he gently, and gingerly placed his hand onto dirk's shoulder. ] Crowds are a nuisance; you don't have to run.

[potentite]

[A]
[Jake realises other people are going to be living here, people he doesn't really know, and the first thing he wants to do is leave. But since his stuff is here and he doesn't have his sylladex, he has to pick up everything the old-fashioned way and try to carry it all in his knapsack, which sucks. He holsters his guns and fumbles with storing odd knick-knacks he's picked up back in the small bag. It's not working out so well and so there's an odd assortment of things scattered around, like a slinky and a harmonica and some glowsticks and a rubber ducky that vibrates.

Yeah.]


[D1]
[Judging by how he shifts and fidgets, Jake doesn't seem comfortable out in the wilds of the city like this. He keeps his eyes down whenever someone is near, which is pretty much constantly, and tries to give as wide of berth as he can, which isn't much.

But he keeps stopping in front of stores that seem to cater more towards women, from clothing to cute things. He'll pause and think hard as he stares at things on sale.

And if you're unlucky, you'll probably run into his gawking ass while he's doing it. Sorry he's not aware of his surroundings.]


[D2]
[Meanwhile, he found a giant row of vending machines. Like. a serious shitton of vending machines. Of course there's food like hamburgers, hot dogs, pies, ice cream, pizza, cupcakes, ramen, canned hot soups and even clam chowder. But also things like clothes, umbrellas, books, flowers, porn, and things like mystery boxes with no descriptions.

Jake seems enthralled by it, bouncing on his heels.]

If I buy everything, will that use up all my money?

[He has no idea how money works is this a lot of stuff for this money??]


[Wildcard]
[Jake is alternating between trying to buy useless shit and trying to hide so feel free to make up something!]

WILDCARD ME

[splinten]

[A pause. And then, a careful, telepathic feeler.]

English. Roommates?

[Save Them.]

[secrowtary]

( C )
[ The list of available jobs is quite impressive, but Hibiki can't help squinting at some of the offers. A stripper? A kids party clown? What is even going on in this city. ]

Does nobody in this city need a responsible secretary?

[ His question is answered with another job offer flashing in front of his eyes. ]

Custodial engineer... [ Side-eyeing this one so hard. ] Or janitor for short.

[ He's losing hope here when... ]

Cat behavior consultant...I could do that.

( D-1 )
[ Once Hibiki realizes that his military uniform is a bit out of place here, he heads out to the nearby clothes shop where another culture shock awaits him. He's just looking for some shirts and pants, and not trauma for life, okay. ]

What is this thing?!

[ Disgusting. ]

( D-2 )
[ How did he end up in an arcade? That's a very tough question. Nonetheless, Hibiki's here, wandering around various machines. Some of them look fun, but isn't Hibiki allergic to having fun? A little, maybe. But the tea table flipping game is really interesting...

At least until he notices the claw crane filled with crow plushies. ]

Nothing will happen if I try just once, right...

[ Let's be real, the 500 credits might be gone in an hour or two, that's how claw cranes are. Not that Hibiki knows how do they work. ]

( Wildcard )
[ Feel free to hit me up at koohii or pm this journal if you'd like to do something else! ]

D-2

[mapsio]

[It seems Haru may have arrived at the Arcade at just the right time. She catches Hibiki over by the crane machine? How long has it been? How many credits are gone? Hibiki may not be familiar with crane machines work?!

Haru is going to lean against the side of it, peering in to see the plushies.]

Hibiki-kun, you do know that these machines are incredibly hard to win, correct? They are meant to possibly make you spend more money than the plush is worth to get it.

[She's giggling.]

[outofplace]

A Eleventh Floor, Room 2

[Fine. Fine. He's playing along nicely, although all of this is seriously unnecessary. He'll just have to take it one step at a time. First of which is confirming this whole thing about having a new place to stay. A bed doesn't mean much to him-- bed, floor, ground-- eh. But if they're offering, he'd best check it out. So off he goes to investigate the... well then.]

Had to be all the way up on the eleventh floor?

[Eh. His complaints aren't to be taken seriously. That said-- doesn't look like this was made for one person.]

...anybody home?

[He'll just take his time checking things out if no one answers immediately, don't mind him.]

D

Free money huh? Sounds suspicious to me.

[Again. Not really a complaint-- but he won't say that he's not expecting they'll pay for it in some way down the line. That's just the kind of guy he is.]

Spends pretty well here too. Wouldn't argue with a nice, stiff drink right about now...

[It's a fair response to all this in his book.]

a

[secrowtary]

[ Hibiki's too immersed in examining the kitchen appliances (there's an oven! a real, working oven!!) to answer at first, but he'll poke his head out of the kitchen once he realizes that someone is wandering around the apartment. ]

You could say that. Hello.

[ After greeting Alvin with a nod, Hibiki gets down to business. ]

Are you planning to stay here?

[ Such a social butterfly he is. ]

[oceanaria]

( A: floor four, room two )
[ Riko's name was on the board. There's also a digital placard just to the entrance...and yet she's standing in front of the apartment, not sure whether she should come in or not. ]

Maybe I should wait for everybody to get here...

[ It's probably alright to go inside, but she's still going to wallflower instead. ]

( D-1 )
[ The city scenery is much more familiar to Riko than the wildlife of the island hub so it's natural (ha) that her mood improves upon seeing a busy street with various shops. Clothes shops, a movie theater, a bookstore...

A bookstore. That's where she ends up. To be more accurate, she's hovering near the romance genre shelf. Because of reasons, of course. What's the book in her hand, though? The cover certainly features two girls holding hands together.

The moment Riko realizes that someone's watching her, she'll put it away and start panicking. ]

I just thought that the cover is really cute, okay?! I really like the art style! I didn't even start reading!

[ Yeah, sure. ]

( E )
[ As much as Riko enjoys being in the middle of a city again, she needs to distance herself from all of it, even if just for a while and the wooded park seems to be a perfect place. It's not that only reason she's here, however. On her way to the park, she passed nearby an art supplies shop. Truly excited that she's finally able to obtain some colored pencils and a sketchbook, Riko bought them...forgetting that most of the things she draww become real thanks to her magic.

Sitting on one of the benches, Riko sighs every few minutes. ]

Magic is prohibited here, right...?

( Wildcard )
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e

[soulcomet]

[curiosity piqued by the sketchbook over here.]

I think so ... I still want to know why, though.

[talim]

A. FLOOR TEN, ROOM ONE

[ jude is not sure he's ever been this confused in his young life. okay, he definitely, definitely has — he's been through a lot, after all — but this is a wholly new experience, one that he doesn't feel quite prepared for. he's not exactly thrilled about magic being prohibited, but the technology surrounding him is a marvel.

regardless, he opens the door to his own room and peers through the crack. his name is alongside one waver velvet's and... none other than 2b's. what a small world. ]

... Um. Hello? Anybody home?

[ he's yet to meet waver, but he was visiting/staying over the resident android house so often he's practically lived with 2b already. but sharing a room with her... that's very different. he's not uncomfortable with the prospect, but even jude's a little apprehensive after what's happened between them. ]

C.

[ jude is scanning the board with a finger pressed to his chin, searching for the one job he's been best suited for since the beginning. ]

Doctor... doctor...

[ he's mumbling to himself as he searches. don't mind him. ]

D.

[ it's just a little bit chillier than the hub, jude notices while he's out shopping for basic things like food and much needed first aid supplies. knowing that he can't use his healing artes, he wants to be as stocked up and well prepared as possible. this place might seem perfect, but there's no telling what could happen despite that.

eventually, jude comes across a little craft store, one with balls of yarn in every color of the rainbow on display and all the necessary tools to make something out of them.

with a curious hum, he picks some up, sorting through the myriad shades and naming his closest friends one by one in his head as he picks and chooses what he guesses to be something they'd like. an idea is dawning on him.

iirc he knits ludger mittens after their affinity is maxed so... jude is going to be doing some knitting. it'll take some time, of course, but he's sure the end result will be more than worth it.

feel free to bump into him shopping wherever; anywhere two residents of shehui might be lingering on day one will do! ]

E.

[ it's nice to take a breather somewhere that isn't so... jude isn't sure what word to use, honestly. everything here is so meticulously arranged, so organized, and as curious as jude is to know more, sitting down on the nearest bench with some shopping bags to relax before heading back to his apartment doesn't seem like a bad idea.

when jude catches someone else out of the corner of his eye doing what looks like the same thing, he turns to them and says: ]

It's nice here and all, but are you feeling just a little overwhelmed, too?

F. WILDCARD

[ you know the drill! feel free to contact me via PM or just toss something at me and i'll roll with it. ]

c

[idolpedia]

Doctor?

[Dia has been scanning the board herself, it's between Cafe Waitress or retail clothing store. She almost wondered if there were any entertaining jobs that she could use her singing talents at.]

Forgive me for assuming, but you don't look any older than me.

[teratias]

B - Gardens
[Another day, another world. It wasn't ever going to not feel weird to Waver that this was his life now. The texture of this new place was different too. The warmth the Palai had wasn't present, the use of the word credits was terribly sci-fi, and the whole apartment set up was nice if not a little worrisome. Waver wondered how long such generosity would last for.

But he checked to make sure his stuff was in the apartment assigned to him, then went immediately to the garden. It was much more interesting to look at new vegetation for now, and the area was much less crowded.

He stopped in front of an outrageously purple flower, one whose petals ended in sharp tips. Frowning, he tilted his head.]

The hell is this?

D - Gotta shop
One thing that Waver had decided, after the rainstorms on the island, was that the next place they went to, he was going to get a few extra changes of clothes. Using Dirk as a personal drycleaner was unacceptable, and frankly, his old clothes were starting to get frayed at the edges and worn in ways that didn't lend for easy repair.

Which meant wandering down street after street, poking through racks of clothing, unsure of the local fashions and even more unsure of what exactly he should even invest in. Winter would be soon, so a coat was obvious but...he could perhaps move beyond jumpers and ties. He sighed, his hands just automatically flipping through a bunch of heavy wool coats.

"Why am I even bothering," he sighed to no one in particular. "It'd be easier to just get versions of what I have now."

C - Job board
[Looking up at the job board, Waver felt the frown on his face becoming more and more pronounced. Everything he saw was...it wasn't basic. But it didn't appeal to him either. So much was commercial that he felt ill-suited for it, and the rest required too much experience.

He groaned.]

Jeez, what would it take for this place to have something book related?

b

[terezias]

[Suddenly, there's a troll behind him, leaning over his shoulder. Terezi had originally retreated to the garden to get away from the crush of people, but, well. Now that she's in more isolated environs, she can't resist bothering one of the few other visitors to the garden.

She squints at the plant, looking exaggeratedly serious.]

It appears to be a colorful pollinator-attracting device! More commonly known as a "flower."

[finagles]

( a: floor 5, room 1 )

[ At least he has some privacy with his own room in the shared apartment. As eerie as the rules of the new city are with the unsettling the emphasis on collective, unanimous thought, a jingoistic culture if there ever was one, McGillis is grateful for a few things:

1) hot showers
2) proper beds
3) caffeine

A pot of coffee brews in the kitchen. He might choose tea on an average day -- eight weeks without anything like it calls for something stronger. So he stands by, watching it drip, silently adding more items to his mental list. He might be an upstart and a traitor, but the conveniences of a luxurious and modern life had been missed. Just because he knows what it means to go without doesn't mean he prefers to.

He pours himself a cup (the smell...) and brings the mug to his mouth, sipping. Turning, he keeps from startling at the sight of a roommate, instead politely extending an offer to fix them a cup upon noticing their presence. ]

Good morning. Would you like some coffee?

( c: job obtained )

[ Not much of an interview process - well, when a city runs as smoothly as this one seems to...

Within virtually no time, McGillis has obtained a simple retail job. For a local bakery in the sprawling metropolis. Not exactly in line with his former resume or his former title of Brigadier General, but hey, one of his best skills happens to be rolling with the unexpected.

If you step into the shop, the aromatic smell of freshly baked goods awaits you. A tall blond man in an apron greets each customer from his place behind the counter, his demeanor calm and courteous. On each side, there are large rows of glass-encased desserts and pastries -- a large selection.

What can he get for you? ]

( f: wildcard )

[ my inbox is always open! free for all friending policy on plurk: dingus ]

[stripartist]

[Yusuke is so unsure about everything about this city, but he can appreciate roommates and showers and coffee and technology. Something still feels a bit off, maybe the lack of persona, but whatever.

Finding his new rooms for the time didn't take too long, but he'd crashed as soon as he found them. Now it's morning and--coffee. Dear God, someone made coffee.]

Please. What food is in the refrigerator, do you know?

[witchhooded]

a (floor 13, room 1);

[ huh. jade has lived with people but never shared a room. this is very, very new, and she's not incredibly thrilled about it, but oh well! it could be worse? maybe her roommates are nice. jade decides she'll wait to see what kind of roomies she has before she decides if she's leaving the apartment forever or... not.

but firstly she has to claim a bedroom, so before anyone can stop her jade decides that yes this bed is her's, and maybe it's your's? but there's a dog eared teenage girl in your bed, under the sheets, a book in her lap and her glasses just barely hanging onto the bridge of her nose. oops. ]

b (garden);

[ jade's not here to relax. she's here because this is one of her beloved hobbies, and she hasn't gotten a chance to grow much on the hub. reaching out, her fingers graze the petals of a yellow flower. it's so bright, it's nearly golden. upon noticing someone else in the vicinity, she speaks up, beaming. ]

These are chrysanthemums! Aren't they happy looking flowers?

c (job board);

Um.

[ jade's never worked a day in her life. her hand hovers over the board, as if she's trying to hold it open. is she actually? who knows. her doggie ears are flat against her head, and she looks outright overwhelmed. ]

...Well... I have never thought about what kind of work to do before...

[ she kind of likes the sound of working at a zoo? so many animals! ]

d (shopping montage. maybe?);

[ jade's not... used to so much hubbub. there was prospit, but it wasn't a city like this. she feels like she'll get swallowed up on the spot, wrapped up in the noise of life and existence, with all these lights. the sun might be setting soon, she thinks. maybe. time's not her thing. all she knows is that she can feel her stomach like lead and her arms feel a little numb, better to keep them by her sides where she might not smack someone in the face with that, hah, that would be soooo not great and incredibly rude! ]

There is... so much to do...

[ her brows furrow. she has no idea where to go. is she... confused? overwhelmed? sad? she doesn't know. ] Where even is this! Sheesh! I mean, I know where, but. Gosh.

[ she is absolutely overwhelmed. so many lights and people and store fronts and shouts and... jeez. this is opposite of her island. this is so much. ]

wildcard;

[ if none of these ping you, feel free to hit me up! i can be reached on walpurgisnacht if you'd like to plot something specific out!! ]

E

[mech_and_mutt]

Havin' trouble choosing?

[No big surprise that Red's already perusing the job board. This was exactly his sort of gig, after all. Jade, on the other hand, looked a little bit less... at ease with this sort of work.

Oh well- big brother mode, activated!]

I do this sorta thing all the time. What's the first thing that catches your eye?

[distained]

one.

[ So this is what it means to bound through different worlds. Kaisar has never been to the world of the gods, though he knows it exists, and believed them upon arrival about the situation, but seeing it firsthand, again, is... incredible.

For awhile, he's just kind of staring around in awe and... complete confusion. The credit card is taking some getting used to—he misuses it many times over the course of his first day there, apologising profusely to those nearby that he may be inconveniencing.

He's finding himself inside of many different buildings, including:

‣ the movie theatre, where he can be found tearing up over the romcom playing on the screen.
‣ a restaurant, where Kaisar is tentatively ordering something and receiving a small order of fries, which he's looking at curiously. When he's told to spill them onto his plate, he gives the informant a strange look before doing so, and when he sticks one in his mouth he's suddenly yelping out something like salty!
‣ or the park, after he's finally given up on trying to understand the technology of this place, and has taken to the trail for a short walk. If he sees you doing the same, he'll be greeting you and asking you about this place. ]

the wildcard

[ honestly just do anything. give me a blank. i'll do a thing. ]

The park!

[songbird_slayer]

[She was seated in the grass, jotting down a few lyrics before she set it all aside and readied her guitar. Now, how would the next verse go?]

Fire, born of the flames of desire,
This fire, give in to the hunger, give into the hunger,
Cast off your ablution, let passion run wild-

[Ah, here comes somebody. Her fingers were still upon the strings and she canted her head curiously.]

Ah. I'm not being shooed away from here, am I?

[soulcomet]

b. trauma: life in the garden, apparently

[Madoka wound up spending exactly five seconds in her apartment, because upon arrival she realized, with horror, that the tiny little terrarium she had pulled together to keep the bandaid mucus lizards she rounded up back on the island in had somehow broken, and that several of the little critters were injured.]

[the lizards aren't really needed here, what with the level of technology and advanced health care, but she promised to herself that she would take care of these things, and she is going to do it, no matter what. so please watch out for the tiny pink girl zooming around the garden on the fourth floor, trying to gather up more appropriate-looking plants to rebuild her lizard shelter — and pay no attention when she eventually sits down in a corner, facing away from the rest of the garden, trying to hide the fact that she is being illuminated by a white glow.]

[yes, she's healing the lizards!! leave her alone.]

d. let me lend a hand

[she is a city girl finally in her natural habitat, and even though she's not currently bound to her duty of tracking down and helping turn Nightmares into sweet dreams, old habits die hard — patrolling habits, that is.]

[and coven members, to her at least, tend to stick out. feeling overwhelmed by the crowds? she is all around the city, she is here, and she is willing to help — Madoka will just approach, smiling reassuringly, and offer her hand, if it's someone she knows.]

Are you all right?

e. don't worry this isn't an interview

[obviously the park needed checking out, in case there were more plants that would serve as a nice habitat for bandaids — though, once she realizes she's not going to have much luck, she has a seat underneath a tree, and will spend the next hour or two watching life and the city go by.]

[she gives something of a pensive smile to anybody who has a seat next to her. she feels much more at ease here in a city, as opposed to the island — and feeling at ease in one sense tends to lend itself to finding something else to worry about. something much more personal.]

There's a lot to see here, isn't there? ... Do you think we could talk about our homes instead, though?

[there's a reason she asks, but it goes unsaid.]

wildcard.

[hit me with anything!]

d

[lalliho]

[It almost looks like Lalli's determined to ignore her, but eventually he lets out a defeated sigh and a mumble.]

...Crowds...

[The city itself is fine, even if it's far less drab and natural than anything he's used to, but all the people…]

I'm just trying to get back. Everyone's walking too close.

[deem]

New [A]ccommodations (floor 3, room 3)
[Despite being accustomed to close quarters, 9S hasn't ever been assigned roommates. He had his own small room on the Bunker, and whenever he was in the field he was either alone or with 2B. There wasn't any random grouping involved, nor can he say he's familiar with the custom. Jake at least is a familiar name, but who or what is a Bucky Barnes?

9S stands in front of the holographic plaque for longer than one might expect, pondering this great mystery of the universe before he actually steps into the room. What might be most curious is that unlike others, 9S hadn't any assets to seize. He simply picks a bed and sits on it with legs folded, tapping the air to bring up an array of holographic screens so he can get to work.

What's on the agenda today? Organizing data on this new arrival experience, of course. For anyone curious, he's got some strong opinions about being treated like some prospective troublemaker upon arrival, what with so many, many warnings issued. Does he look magical at all, to anyone?]

If it Ain't [B]roke...
[There are a great many anachronisms that 9S does and does not know. Doubtless the latter includes not fixing something that isn't in disrepair, but it seems to 9S that when he happens upon a vending machine that it could be vastly improved. It'd only take a few minutes, really.

That's what he tells himself.

And then of course any passers by will catch him somewhere along the process of either inspecting or taking the machine apart. He's fairly methodical about inspection, first checking one side, then the other, peering at contents in brightly colored wrappers the likes of which he has no firsthand familiarity with, and even knocking on the front panel.

In the end of course, he's sitting there with several parts successfully dislodged from the machine, tinkering away like he's not going to eventually catch trouble. He improved flight units without Command's approval, this is nothing new]

No Fet[C]h Quests
[More than once, 9S finds himself in front of the job board. The spread of prospective assignments almost seems to dwarf his slight figure as he peers up at it, arms folded as he hums in thought. He's accustomed enough to taking on such tasks from his time with 2B that there's nothing new or novel about working for some extra currency, though the tasks here...]

Groom a cat? What's a cat look like?

[9S never did hear Elle say that Rollo was a cat, and so now he remains unsure of the scope of this job. It sounds simple, probably, but when he's pretty sure he's never seen whatever the direct object is, how can he know for sure?]

So You Think You Can [D]ance
[When 9S entered the arcade, he was content to observe. He's played all of one video game, something that a machine was developing and asked him to debug, along with fetching supplies. This is an entirely different experience, and quite unlike the Amusement Park. Nothing is in disrepair, and bright lights and music flood his sensory inputs...it's nearly overwhelming.

Rather than play any of the games, he had set out to observe. He's never seen recreation of this kind on this scope, but he understands that mankind had such pass-times too. It's an opportunity for him to gather quite a lot of data. And as a Scanner, that's naturally what he intended to do.

That is, of course, until some alien challenged him to some sort of game that involved stepping around to a beat, following some indicators on a brightly lit screen. Said stranger doubtless has regrets by the time 9S is very easily doing just that, seemingly without fatigue or error. And, eventually, he gathers a bit of a crowd.

He's still not quite sure what the point of the game is, but the alien just keeps trying to beat him]

...That's nine times now though...

[How does one politely decline just one more rematch?]

[W]ildcard
[Want to do anything else with 9S? Throw it right on in here]

d

[talim]

[ guess who just so happened to be passing by, caught a glimpse of a blur of familiar stark white hair, and stopped in his tracks before wandering in to watch? jude elbows his way to the front of the crowd, muttering a few apologies along the way.

when that latest round is finished, jude's mouth is hanging open. he ignores the person challenging 9s to what is apparently a tenth rematch, instead nudging 9s' shoulder with his hand to get his attention. ]

Fancy meeting you here. So are you going to tell me where you learned to do that? Because holy crap.

[ and then, a light laugh. ]

... Should I even be surprised?

[pigii]

A. (closed to riza hawkeye & lalli hotakainen)
[ upon seeing that her room assignment is decidedly not with any of her fellow aqours members, ruby is feeling quite nervous. it seems like plenty of people have already gone to their rooms already, which means that her bunkmates are likely already there... but she can't be afraid! this is a brand new world, and that means she has to be ready to try new things. if something goes wrong, she can always call out to dia or riko.

when she arrives at the door, she takes a few deep breaths to try and relax herself before turning the knob and opening it. she slowly peeks her head in, inching her way into the suite. ]

Um... is anyone here...?


B.
[ exploring does seem like the logical thing to do upon finding oneself in a new place, and this building does seem to be pretty expansive... so you just might find ruby wandering around the halls, peeking around to see what she can find. things get much more interesting when she finds the recreational floor, and her eyes brighten a bit when she sees the (seemingly) empty sports court.

should you enter, you'll find her in the corner of the expansive room, dancing to a particular set of choreography while singing its accompanying song under her breath. the echo of the court makes her voice a little louder than it would normally be, but she seems so focused on her dancing that she hasn't noticed anyone come in... ]

D.
[ it definitely isn't a good idea to give a fifteen year-old girl a credit card, and ruby is no exception. though she's from a small seaside town, cities like this are a little more familiar to her. there's plenty to see and do, but one of the first things that catches ruby's eye is a beautiful-looking textile shop. the store window has plenty of cute colours and patterns on display, and ruby's interest is incredibly piqued!

cut to her leaving the store, except for the fact that you might not be able to see her - everything above her waist is hidden behind the huge stack of textiles that she's attempting to carry home. she had quickly insisted to the shopkeeper that she would be fine on her own, but that clearly isn't true - she's a mere 5'0" with minimal physical strength, and the tower of fabrics obscuring her vision, she's either going to fall on her own or crash into you - whichever comes first. ]

W-W-Woah...!

[ upon impact, she lets out a high pitched pigii of a squeak, effectively dropping all of her purchases. they're thankfully wrapped up so they don't get dirty, but it's definitely a lot for one girl. ]


F.
[ wildcard! make up something, or plot with me over at bounsweet! >:3 ]

b

[idolpedia]

[Dia happened to be exploring when she thought she may have heard a familiar tune. Following the sound lead her straight to what she would call a heartwarming sight. Her younger sister, ages away from home and still practicing.

It takes her a moment to find her pitch and find her step— but Dia joins in. Unable to stop herself from wanting to enjoy this small moment.

Now that there are two of them? Dia will sing just a little louder, encouraging Ruby to match her volume. If someone saw them it would be just like they were performing, right?]

[cuchulainn]

[ A ]

[ someone walking down the hall of the ninth floor would easily spot a blue-haired figure standing at the entrance of one of the building's many apartments. hands on his hips, he looked oddly contemplatively about the whole thing.

...though he wasn't, really. getting his bearings might be a strange experience but he'd manage. he had been through worse, after all.

anyway, cue him opening the door to the apartment. time to see if he was the first one there or not. ]


[ D ]

[ jobs!! yes, jobs. no, lancer didn't have any experience having a job- especially not in the modern sense -but he wasn't going to let the chance go. if nothing else, it'd give him plenty to do while he was here. plus a means of meeting people and learning some more about the place, if he ever wanted to.

once again he found himself giving something a good once over, but at least this time it was a lot more interesting than a door. the screen was intimidating at a glance- certain things escaped him but, for the most part, he got the gist of it. ]

Security, huh? Maybe i'll give that a look.

[ ...possibly. and he was talking to himself, but if anyone else decided to chat with him he'd be up for it.

of course he'll probably end up doing something that might appear unlike him, like being a waiter. yeah. probably. definitely. ]


[ F ]

[ wildcard shenanigans. anything else you might want, usual feel free to PM to plot. ]

A

[fangstrike]

[ Lancer might be the first, but Yuri's right on his tailcoats, showing up just a few minutes after he's breached the entryway. Even if he's agitated, he's a little excited at an opportunity to explore a new place.

If only the trip over hadn't flipped his stomach into knots. Why can't he be transported by normal, less destructive means for once?

Anyway, looks like a roomie is already here. Being shoved into close quarters with strangers isn't new, at least, for as often as he's been thrown into jail. He's happy to be amicable if it means making the whole experience less of a pain.

He offers Lancer a wave and a 'Hey' as he takes in the state of their temporary home. ]

[fastpaced]

A (floor five)

Argh! You've gotta be kidding me!

[ this is the annoyed groan of one Sonic the Hedgehog, currently situated in the living room. If his roommates didn't know he was in here before, they will now - not only because of his shout of frustration, but because he's been running back and forth across the living room at top speed. Or... trying to. He's still pretty fast! Just certainly not anywhere near "speed of sound" fast.

He was so, so sure that when they went to a new world, he'd get his speed back. Now, it's obvious that he had absolutely no reason to feel so confident. No matter how hard he tries, he just can't go any faster than a human sprinter. After the fifth attempt to reach top speed, Sonic gives up, squatting down onto the floor and curling into a ball, pulling on his ears. ]

Okay, happy place. Let's go.

[ what a drama queen ]

D

[ after moping for approximately three hours, Sonic is practically bursting at the seams to get out of the apartment building, and he essentially zooms out the front doors as soon as he's able, coming to a stop a few yards away from the entrance. ]

Wow! Check this place out! Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

[ it's true that he's a nature lover -- but he's a big fan of the city, too. The hustle and bustle is just his pace, and there's always something interesting going on. He shades his eyes with one hand, staring off down the road, before turning to whoever's closest with friendly enthusiasm, stranger or otherwise. ]

What do you say we finally go get some real food?

F

[ if your character is the type to wander way out into Shehui, they may catch sight of Sonic in the alleyway between two buildings - or, more accurately, above the alleyway between two buildings. Despite his current lack of speed, he's making a grand effort to walljump up to the roof of one of the buildings in a gravity-defying stunt. (There are actually a few onlookers staring at this weird animal's athletic performance.)

He's about halfway to the top now, and still going... but he does appear to be losing steam, and it's a pretty long fall down onto the concrete... ]

D

[songbird_slayer]

Thank you ever so much, gentlemen. Really, thank you.

[She waved them off as they hustled out of the apartment building's foyer, relieved of their task of taking Madhuri's shopping spree up to her room. To think she hadn't broken the bank yet, and she had enough clothes to jam pack the finest boudoir! Now, then, it was time to-

She blinked. Oh, this little blue fellow must have been a psychic of some kind. She gave a laugh and straightened her hat. Time to go back out on the town!]

I suppose I have gotten tired of wild boar and foraging, myself. I wonder what sorts of places are tucked away in their little nooks and crannies.

[witchwithoutacause]

A - for roommates

[ Enough time after arrival for her to go shopping. Specifically, enough time for her to have already set up the bathroom indeed. Toothbrush, special toothpaste for sensitive teeth, new towels, shampoo and a bathroom caddie...

The fridge and cabinets are pretty full up on, mostly, junk, stuff she can microwave or, at most, meals in a box that only need one ingredient added. Some snacks, some unhealthy drinks, some marginally healthier sports drinks, the whole shebang. ]

D - thank goodness her taste is cheap for a rich girl

[ Five hundred credits? Sounds like a lot. In fact, it kind of is, here; everything's relatively cheap. Her awful food was fairly cheap - maybe she should take someone up on cooking lessons after all though - and more importantly, she can have a wardrobe that's more than her school uniform and virtual rags. Thankfully, her taste in clothing is just t-shirt and shorts except when it's so cold and wet that she'll die of exposure. Then, maybe, she can wear leggings with the shorts and a sweet jacket.

The problem: she spots the arcade. Sure, she could have consoles and way more practical stuff but it's all about the aesthetic of arcades. Plus, the driving games are... pretty cool? Not nearly as cool as flying on a broom, duh, but she gets waylaid longer, and longer, and more expensively. She's not close to running out, not really, but for her first day she's spent a lot.

So, come across her looking at tomboyish clothes or playing arcade games. ]

E - rules are for fools

[ So Amanda's rebellious, but she also likes space when she's flying. This means she's not going to just fly around the city just yet, but she needs to continue to test the conditions of her flight here.

To note, she's bought a mop and is flying around on that with nearly the same agility as a broom - the head's a bit heavier, throwing her balance slightly, but she's plenty fast regardless. Plus, more importantly, this proves that she can fly wherever the fuck she wants (unless someone stops her, she's not flying very high - she doesn't want to break her face falling off a mop). ]

F

[ ooc: go on a job with her? have other ideas? wanna agitate her? it goes here! ]

e

[rebells]

[Jay happens to be passing by, and he slows. Stops, to look at Amanda flying around in plain day. His mouth twitches.]

Ah, trying to get yourself banned, I see. Do let us know what's on the other side when you get there.

[allconsumed]

[ C ]

[Becoming a food prep would have been easy. She'd prefer being a chef straight up – though on the other hand, the concept of working for somebody and making the same dishes over and over on demand isn't that appealing. What's certain is that Velvet isn't going to spend time standing around, twiddling her thumbs.

She's well suited for a job in security as well, and it seems like a practical position for somebody who wants to glean information on how this city is really run. Soon, the issue she finds is obvious in retrospect, with a place that's so low on crime: it's a dull job.

While they shop, is your character looking vaguely suspicious? Like, very vaguely. Velvet is bored to the point that she might be antagonizing people on purpose.]

You better not try anything funny. Trust me.

[ D ]

[On the other end, Velvet doesn't care much for shopping. She spends a modest amount on groceries and a garment of two, then takes a bit of time to wander between the many stores. Whether your character is spending their early credit gains on frivolities, or they look they look as disillusioned as her, Velvet isn't shy about sharing her opinion.]

Who needs all of this crap? It almost makes me sick how excessive it is.

[A lot of people were struggling to get by and living in fear back where she came from. It's a little tough to swallow.]

[ F ]

[Velvet isn't quite ready to do anything brazenly, openly rebellious – though she is leaning in that direction – but the dome that surrounds Shehui is a point of intrigue. She examines the material for a brief moment, then raps her knuckles against it.]

What do you think this is made of?

[A stranger is likely to know as much as anybody else.]

F

[lionhearrt]

[ Mikoto blinks at being addressed, but he caught the words enough to have him looking over at the dome and after a moment, shrugs. ]

Who knows.

[drizzle]

I - [ Apartment Floor 5, Room 2 ]

[It took a while for Nike and Airis to be released and guided to their new home for the next few weeks. She had to learn all she can about the credit system and its connection to her new world. There was a lot to take it in, explaining her lack of precense at the moment, so she decided to rest.

Leaving behind Airis, a creature many veteran members will recognize as a Palai, or a small, blue humanoid lizard, for many newbie members, to be left in charge.

Roommates can find her loitering in the living room and study room areas. It was clear she was feeling delighted about her new surroundings. While for non-roommates may get the sense of someone watching them as they roam around on the floor. If they turn towards the second door of the floor, a pair of slit yellow eyes will be watching them behind the safety of the door. Will you force open the door or run away believing it was a monster?]

II - [ Nature Adventure ]

[Once Nike had regained her energy and learned a little more about the city and culture of her new surroundings, she decided to waste the rest of her day exploring the city, using some of her 500 credits to get Airis a small cloak to cover her body with and a bag of food, she will be found exploring the nature trails of one of the only more nature-ques areas of the city. She was feeling restless and out of place. It was clear this particular world was beyond her own. Too many things to keep in mind, too many things to react over, and too many places emphasizing on the idea of spending; for someone as frugal as she was: it was the worst advice to give her.

Sitting over a blanket under a tree next to the many trails, Nike and Airis, her Palai lizard, can be found eating the food they had bought while enjoying their surroundings of a picturesque field filled with flowers and many other beautiful trees complimenting them. A sigh will escape as she declares outloud.]

This is more like it! A quiet and peaceful meadow, away from all the bustle of the city. There's too many people here. Pushy too.

[Guess who has had the lecture over having her live permanently in their city? She did. At least, until they noticed Airis, that is. A small smile will form as she takes another thoughtful bite out of her food.]

Wonder why we're here...?

ii

[splinten]

[Dirk prefers quiet and not many people. There are too many, more than he can handle. He keeps getting into the thick of it, then finding himself unable to handle that much and moving back to quieter spaces. It's why he ends up here, and he's comfortable enough with Nike from previous encounters to comment on her musings.]

Maybe we're here to steal the magical energy generated by being obnoxious assimilationist asses.