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tushanshu_logs2014-12-07 07:23 pm
ironwood) wrote in tushanshu_logs2014-12-07 07:23 pm
Entry tags:
- %event,
- thread: cain (jacob kane),
- thread: china sorrows,
- thread: michaelangelo,
- thread: raine sage,
- thread: skulduggery pleasant,
- thread: solomon wreath,
- thread: valdis,
- † akito wanijima,
- † dante,
- † donatello (2003),
- † iroh,
- † jack frost,
- † ryou bakura,
- † sokka,
- † sonja,
- † tazendra,
- † thread: enjolras,
- † wan,
- † zelgadis greywords,
- † zuko
[EVENT] A NEW WORLD ORDER
Characters: ALL!
Date: December 8, 2015 (with some starters for the following weeks)
Location: Keeliai, the Midnight Hotel, others
Situation: The Foreigners have awakened.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
They've been in the Dreaming for so long that when they wake up their bodies feel more like automatons, alien and ill-fitting. They haven’t atrophied, thanks to Milyn, but they’re stiff and a little bedsore, and the solidity of the Life Plane is jarring. Here, the surroundings don’t move on a whim. Here the world is more stable, almost harsh and unyielding in spite of the homey surrounds.
It’s been a year, says the clock on the mantle and on the second floor. Says Milyn, too, when she’s able to stop hugging them long enough to speak.
Nothing much has changed in the Midnight Hotel. There are dishes out of place, objects belonging to either Milyn or Eva in evidence, the diorama exactly where it had been but now brightly-painted thanks to Milyn's boredom. Milyn and Eva took a room each, in the time the Foreigners were sleeping, though neither used them much.
Eva’s upstairs, Milyn will tell anyone who asks. In her room.
Eva hasn't left that room in three days. She hasn't spoken in three days, either, or walked, or moved, or breathed. Her effects are neatly arranged around her bed, and the sheet has been pulled up. There is heavy incense in the room and Milyn has managed to preserve the body enough to remove the risk of too much mess (and other things). In a way, that makes it worse: as though Eva is sleeping. It’s difficult to tell whether Milyn is in denial or whether spending three days with no one to talk to other than sleeping Foreigners and a corpse has had its influence.
LINKS
Dreaming log | Foreigner's Awakening (Hotel) | Milyn’s Relief | Exploring Keeliai | Old & New Faces (Canon Updates/New Arrivals) | OOC: State of the Shell
Date: December 8, 2015 (with some starters for the following weeks)
Location: Keeliai, the Midnight Hotel, others
Situation: The Foreigners have awakened.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
They've been in the Dreaming for so long that when they wake up their bodies feel more like automatons, alien and ill-fitting. They haven’t atrophied, thanks to Milyn, but they’re stiff and a little bedsore, and the solidity of the Life Plane is jarring. Here, the surroundings don’t move on a whim. Here the world is more stable, almost harsh and unyielding in spite of the homey surrounds.
It’s been a year, says the clock on the mantle and on the second floor. Says Milyn, too, when she’s able to stop hugging them long enough to speak.
Nothing much has changed in the Midnight Hotel. There are dishes out of place, objects belonging to either Milyn or Eva in evidence, the diorama exactly where it had been but now brightly-painted thanks to Milyn's boredom. Milyn and Eva took a room each, in the time the Foreigners were sleeping, though neither used them much.
Eva’s upstairs, Milyn will tell anyone who asks. In her room.
Eva hasn't left that room in three days. She hasn't spoken in three days, either, or walked, or moved, or breathed. Her effects are neatly arranged around her bed, and the sheet has been pulled up. There is heavy incense in the room and Milyn has managed to preserve the body enough to remove the risk of too much mess (and other things). In a way, that makes it worse: as though Eva is sleeping. It’s difficult to tell whether Milyn is in denial or whether spending three days with no one to talk to other than sleeping Foreigners and a corpse has had its influence.
LINKS
Dreaming log | Foreigner's Awakening (Hotel) | Milyn’s Relief | Exploring Keeliai | Old & New Faces (Canon Updates/New Arrivals) | OOC: State of the Shell
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Suddenly being bound to a star and gaining weird powers was one thing, but being sucked into a different world...she didn't know if she could handle that.
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"Oh let me guess," Sokka says a little sarcastically, though his ire is not placed at the girl, "the Glorious Keeliai Welcoming Committee disbanded while I was gone, and now they're not telling anyone why they're suddenly here, huh? Well..."
Sokka sits down a bit and takes out a piece of paper. He draws two large squares on it (so that they don't overlap) and he places a dot in each one. "This square over here is the world where your home is, and this dot is whatever place over there you last remember. Your home or whatever. Over in this square is where you are now, and this dot is the city of Keeliai. There's not exactly any easy way to just jump back over to whatever place you came to. You're stuck here, just as we are."
Sokka pauses for a moment before adding one last detail. "Oh right, I should also tell you that this dot here, where we're at right now? It's on the back of a magic swimming space turtle."
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"So..." She said, trying to keep the stress from her voice, "What do I do now?"
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"Believe me, if I had an answer for you," Sokka begins, "I'd have told you that from the very beginning. Everyone one of us from another world has been stuck... in a different place that's kind of like this place but not really for the last year, so we're only getting back to Keeliai, and... all the kedan—the people here—pretty much seem miffed that we've even come back to begin with." He puts his hands on his hips with a rather put out look. "All things considered, you'd think they'd be grateful since they're all mighty and prosperous now that we destroyed the big creepy boogie man inhabiting their space turtle."
Keeping up with this, Lucina? Because Sokka isn't slowing down.
"I haven't even found a place to stay yet outside of the Midnight Hotel, which is run by one of the 'foreigners,' as we like to call ourselves. Maybe start there? Oh, and maybe the Welcome Centre if it's still not in a state of disrepair?"
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"The Midnight Hotel?" She repeated, "Can you take me there?"
A hotel seemed like the best place to start regaining her grasp on reality, since it seemed that her reality was now the same at this boy's.
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Sokka continues working through his mental path before pointing as if having the greatest epiphany ever. "Ah ha! This way!"
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"Lead the way," She said when he pointed triumphantly.
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Sokka marches forward instead of backward along his path; it was actually slightly faster to continue to a different entrance than the one he went out of. It's clear he knows where he's going (or at least he's not making hesitations as to which way to turn at each of the street's intersections), and he keeps the pace brisk.
"It shouldn't be too much further," he says with a conversational grin. "So... am I the first one to meet you here? Or did someone else give you the grand tour?"
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"You are the first," Lucina replied, looking around with interest at everything going on.
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"Well, then, allow me to bring you into the Midnight Hotel," he says as he gestures her into the door. "Pretty much it's the hub where all of us are congregating for the time being until we find some more... permanent housing that hasn't been snatched away from us. And you can probably meet most everybody here!"
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"Thank you," She said, her smile fading as she realized she hadn't introduced herself, "My name is Lucina by the way." She said, holding out her hand.
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She looked at the hotel. It didn't look like much, but magic could do many things. She frowned briefly when he mentioned the locals.
"Are we not on the best of terms with the locals then?"
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