[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

[cuchulainn]

[ lancer'd be way more keen about showing off if he had his damn SPEAR-

no, not even gonna go there. ]

Oh? Definitely more modern than me, though.

Except for a few unique things it was mostly just sword, spear, and bow that I dealt with.

[ guns are... more evolved bows, he supposed. but not his type of thing, if it came to actual battle and not merely hunting. anyway, he actually appreciated the juxtaposition a little. ]

Still, you think there's nothing you can apply that to here?

[enflame]

( Omfg...Lancer showing off his spear work, Emil would piss himself. )

I’ve never used any spear or bow or swords. That’s pretty archaic, yeah. Oh, but we do have knives.

( It might be useful for Emil to learn how to better defend himself instead of being next to useless with a gun, but that’s neither here nor there in a world where there are hamburgers and a 4th wall version of Netflix. )

The problem is that there are jobs about putting out fires, but no jobs that really focus on starting them. Fire is cool and important, so it’s a shame, really.

[cuchulainn]

[ just find him one that's not a glorified stick. please. ]

Archaic? [ man, look, he knows it's not all fancy and modern but now he feels even more old. 1st century problems

also, lancer knew a thing or two about starting fires. now he missed his runes. the magic the witches bestowed was... fine but not the same. ]

I dunno. There might be something out there. But if you don't want to look, I'm not going to bug you about it. [ he shrugged. ] You're right, though. It is.

[enflame]

You know — vintage? Old-fashioned? ( Take that gut punch of an insult, even if he means it more as a fact than a jab. )

I might get a job eventually, but only if I run out of money somehow. ( He will — and quickly. ) Why do you want to work in security, anyway? That job specifically, I mean.

[cuchulainn]

I know what it means. [ you smart-mouth. ]

That? Well, it was one that made sense is all. I might try something else, though.

[ he's the adventurous type, alright. security made sense but it might be fun doing something else. ]

Whatever piques my interest is what I'll go with, I guess.

[enflame]

( Lancer is becoming increasingly more admirable to Emil. A tough guy who does what he wants, even if what he wants is stupid or old. Nice. )

If you were a soldier for a king, I guess it makes sense you’d be good at that. I couldn’t see you as something like...I don’t know, a waiter.

( Eyes emoji.jpg )

[cuchulainn]

[ you never know. being a friendly idiot has it's perks in a lot of ways. ]

You know, saying that makes me want to try it even more.

[ plus, he'd be good at security but anyone who knows lancer is aware what will really help him make a decision later.

...that's right: cute girls. ]

[enflame]

( EMil tries to imagine Lancer as a waiter and the idea is laughable. )

Do it if you'd like to, but just know you might look ridiculous. Not to mention you'd have to deal with dirty dishes, which is awful.

[cuchulainn]

[ you would think so. ]

What? What's wrong with that? It's just good, honest work.

[ look kid, when you do enough shitty deeds for shitty masters, washing dishes is practically a vacation.

...though he still liked to fight. why couldn't it all be glory in battle? eh, oh well. ]