[EVENT] A NEW WORLD ORDER

[ironwood]

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.

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LINKS
Dreaming log | Foreigner's Awakening (Hotel) | Milyn’s Relief | Exploring Keeliai | Old & New Faces (Canon Updates/New Arrivals) | OOC: State of the Shell

Comments

[royalguard_style]

To play devil's advocate, sometimes ousting the oppressors is too urgent to spend too much time planning. Sometimes you get lucky, but sometimes history repeats itself. It's all a matter of whetehr or not the cost in human lives is worth that chance that it will go well.

Dante gestured to the items to silently encourage him to milk this little opportunity, but when Enjolras nodded indicating that he was okay with everything, he winked back to the shopkeeper. "Oh, and by the way? If you answer to anyone, best to say we were never here."

[solo_patria]

True enough. In the case of 1830, and then 1832, Enjolras maintains that planning for what came next could have been the best idea. His own lack of planning during the last time resulted in the deaths of the three men he had most wanted to leave behind to help shape the Republic to come, so that's a definite problem. Here, those rules may be quite different, of course. When there is gang power and the like, it DOES make things much harder. As for the cost of lives, well, sometimes it is necessary to spend those, although Enjolras carefully weighs each one before paying up and finishing the transaction so to speak. It takes evaluation though,even if it is of the quickest sort.

"Not at all." Enjolras agrees, his smile wide and very charming, on the surface. "And thank you, for your service."

[royalguard_style]

Dante had never concerned himself with human politics for exactly this reason. His job was to kill those that might cause an upset in the balance of power in the first place. Otherwise, live and let live, he supposed. But right now, these gangs were not letting him live, and that was a problem.

He nodded to Enjolras, and made his way out the door. The second they left, he turned back, with the same unflinching flippancy. "Well, this is going to be one fun reunion, if this is how they see us."

[solo_patria]

A pretty big one actually. The sort of problem that had the potential to unite them all again, though he was not sure they'd come apart yet after Malicant. All the same, he wished, just once, that problems of the sort they'd returned to were simpler things. It was like he'd told Sokka though, time to get to work, indeed.

He snorted there, at Dante's words, though the honesty was quite refreshing all the same. "And this before we've even been here very long. I can hardly wait to see where we might stand next month."