[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?

Comments

c

[splinten]

[Uh.]

Is there anything orange flavoured.

[Jane is the baked goods heiress. He is lost.]

[finagles]

[ Another coven member...!

But the first one he ran into burned him. He's quiet about the connection this time around. At least for now. McGillis rests a hand on his chin, eyes drifting down as he tries to recall orange flavoured things from the shop's list of desserts he's currently trying to memorize.

honestly what a nerd ]

Hm... we have orange spice cookies, citrus cupcakes, blood orange poundcake... I believe that's it. If there's something specific you're interested in, we can also put it on order for you.

[splinten]

I've never had any of those.

[He comes up closer to the counter. Shopping at a bakery is new to him. Almost all shopping is new to him.]

Which ones rare they?

[Holy shit he hopes this doesn't sound stupid.]

[finagles]

[ There's zero judgment on the mannerly service person's face. ]

Would you like to sample them? Here.

[ He tugs a small sheet of wax paper free and uses it to take out one of the spice cookies. Lifted over the counter, he offers it to Dirk. Everyone likes cookies, right? ]

Try this first.

[splinten]

[Dirk takes the cookie. He looks at McG here, and then the cookie again.

He bites into it. His eyebrows lift. He chews. Swallows. The eyebrows lower, but only partly, as if acknowledging the newness of this experience. His eyes return once more to McGillis.]

I like it. What are the spices?

[finagles]

[ There's something about Dirk's muted demeanor that reminds McG here of his favorite Tekkadan ally...

A good thing. Patiently, he places hands behind his back while he stands tall and waits to hear the cookie review. His smile widens an iota when it turns out to be a positive one. ]

Ginger and cinnamon, I'm relatively certain.

[ kind of a guess - he's only eaten them thus far... ]

I haven't been on the job long. I arrived in Shehui with the rest of our group.

[splinten]

[Dirk at least appreciates that it seems McGillis doesn't mind is general... way of being.]

I figured. [About being new.] I thought you might have prior knowledge about baking, and that that was the reason you chose this.

[finagles]

None whatsoever.

[ and not at all sheepish about it ]

But I do enjoy desserts, and a challenge. The combination appealed to me.

[splinten]

Those sound like the words of a man who samples his own wares.

[finagles]

How else would one achieve self-improvement?

[splinten]

You're right. I was a fool. This was the only path forward in your quest to become the Baking King.

[finagles]

[ lol

tiny laugh ]

The path to greatness will always require us to compromise with ourselves.

[splinten]

Does it? Or is it that true greatness is always undermined by exactly those compromises?

[finagles]

[ touche. a hint of excited surprise in his countenance.

debate. ]

Human beings are inherently flawed. If we hold true greatness to a near impossible standard, does that render us passive and immobile?

[splinten]

[Calm down Char. But Dirk's own eyes focus behind his shades, and he answers,]

Not necessarily. Humans can attempt to pursue greatness and do good things without being truly great. They can even have a net positive effect after compromising themselves. But I can't see how anything can pass itself off as truly great if it betrays its own ideals, and pretending to have not done so diminishes the worth of it anyway. Whereas a compromised person may be an imperfect pie, one who pretends at absolute excellence and hides those compromises becomes a perfect pie crust with a rotted filling.

[He is absolutely committing himself to baking metaphors while discussing this.]