Arrival Mingle

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Who: Everyone.
What: The Chosen return or arrival in the City.
When: July 1st.
Where: The Districts of the City.
Anything Else? Feel free to make your own arrivals, or throw an arrival starter here! The party is open to all. As a reminder, language barriers are not an issue in the Tower.

The City hadn't changed at all in its time without the chosen. If anything, The City seemed a little dusty. The Chosen would find themselves waking in their assigned homes. Even if they were returning and had other homes. They would wake in their chosen home. For the most part, anyway, a few chosen had special ways of arriving.

The assigned housing varied depending on the district they were assigned according to their sin. However, everyone had a box, a welcome package awaiting them upon waking. Inside the box was an extra invitation inviting them to the tower if they so decided to come visit upon arrival.

The city was once again bustling with life. Cars, demons, and the people of the City moving as if time had never stopped. Business as usual for the returning Chosen.


The Tower

While it was not Aiden's district, he had talked the Duchess into opening up the ballroom, and Skiffell to provide food, that just didn't seem to end. The grand ballroom was filled with many delectable dishes, and a small band of demons playing big band music in the corner.

The doors were propped open with the music drifting out to help lull the chosen who decided to attend. A handwritten poster board outside the open doors displaying 'Welcome Chosen!' with about 10 smiley faces drawn on it. While normally parties at the tower demanded fancy dress, Aiden throwing a party meant that rule would not be abided. He didn't dig out the fancy threads for anyone. This was a different kind of party, put together by the lord of Leisurebrook.

While Aiden didn't plan to reveal himself as a magistrate, he did love to mingle with people and hear their stories. So he was there. He was napping at a round table off in a corner, his messy brown hair spilled over his crossed arms as he napped as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Comments

[canaria]

She thinks for a moment. “I'll conceded that, I suppose. If I'm against the wall making out with a hot person, the wall's not so bad.” Sara, please.

After they settle into a dance, she figures she might as well introduce herself. “By the way, hi I'm Sara”

[needsabreak]

"No, I really don't," He does stand there with her though, if that counts for anything.

"What?" He leans in a little, hoping the music had simply made him mishear her, "Do you mean, like, you've never passed out or something?"

He's legitimately never heard anyone brag that they've never 'permanently died'.

[canaria]

“I've passed out a shitload of times. Dead doesn't mean dead with me so far, I've been around too much magic and stuff like that .. time travel, et cetera. It's not like I have an invincible super power or anything, just luck.” It also means she now has a false sense of security and hubris about it.

[doesnotsparkle]

That got a chuckle out of him at least. "And I too, can concede to that." Who could argue that?

"A pleasure, Sara, I'm Michael." Luckily, tonight he wasn't in one of his more dramatic moods, so he didn't introduce himself as Morbius. That will sadly come sooner or later, but for now he was enjoying the dance. It had been a long time.

One bright side, he was an unknown variable here. He hoped no one from home showed up, or recognized him. "New arrival?" he asked after a moment, "Or been here before?"

[geomagnetically]

“No, but I didn't have the patience to entertain that network post from one of them, because PR stunts from captors is not my style, so if they said something in there about it, I missed that shit. Knowing that along with everything else though, I can't decide if that sounds more like Scientology or Mojoworld. Pick your circle of hell, basically.” She sighs.

“A meme is like .. a funny post on the internet, usually including either simple or questionable humor or both. As for my earth, I guess my earth is kinda like it too. We have cities, tech, but we also have more than average humans there - we have mutants, inhumans, and other species.”

[needsabreak]

It's an overload of information. Each time he feels like he's digested what she's just said, she's piling more on. He ends up mouthing the word 'magic' in tired disbelief. But he does believe her, because everything here so far has been batshit insane. Sure, why not magic?

"Uh. Ok," He's not sure what else to say, "Congrats? I haven't died yet either."

[canaria]

Understandable, really, because Shit Does Get Weird. “Last I remember, death isn't exactly permanent here either, so here's to not breaking that streak.” She smiles again. “I'm guessing you weren't here before?” Or maybe he'd been here and gone before she'd first arrived.

[canaria]

She laughs as well. “We're going to be friends, I can feel it.” Someone who can roll with her words like that is awesome in her book.

“I've been here before. I actually spent a while here, so after a few months nap, apparently, I'm excited to relearn the place.” A beat, before she adds somewhat tentatively: “And know if my fiends are still here, and if they remember before too.” She's used to people coming and going, and sometimes not remembering, but there are a few faces who she'd be sad if they didn't remember her. “How about you?”

[doesnotsparkle]

"We'll see, I am not big on false hope." He replied, still a bit of a playful air, and yet a little self-deprecating. Usually when people saw his eyes, or saw him feed, they peaced out. Monsters and Martine aside. And Martine it all depended on her mood.

For a vampire he was warm, and his heart was not only beating but speeding up from the dance. His sunglasses staying in place as he listed. "You sound rather calm about it. An old hand at the universal tango?" He inquired, even if it sounded like that. "Kind of, but not the same. I've been pulled to other worlds before, but it is generally very different and with someone with a purpose. If that makes sense."

[needsabreak]

He tilts his head, expression shifting to one of deep understanding and respect. The fact that she can see through the bullshit with ease is refreshing.

"I can't say I know what either of those things are, but agreed. Their PR stunt was mostly bullshit but she did answer some questions. Whether there's any truth behind what she said is debatable, of course," But it's a start.

"Oh, got it. I didn't realize those were called something," Memes. A new word to add to his vocabulary.

He maintains a neutral expression as she brings up mutants, inhumans and other species but his mind is racing. Could she be from his world? Or maybe a world where the virus affected more people? 'Other species' is an odd way to refer to BOWs though.

"What made people into mutants or inhumans?"

[needsabreak]

"What do you mean by that?" It obviously puts him on edge. Where he's from, that sounds a lot like zombies, "What happens when someone dies here?"

"Yeah. First time. Sounds like you know a thing or two about this place."

[canaria]

“Same, but there's so little that can faze me now about people that if they can roll with my sass, they're cool.” She was an assassin, a vigilante, she's been dead more times than she can count, she's been friends with plenty of non humans, she's time travelled through the best and worst times of the world — odds are heavily in his favor.

“Very old hand at it and it sounds like you are too. Are we talking supervillain shit when you say pulled by people with a purpose?”

[geomagnetically]

“Never google either of them and consider yourself blessed for it. Veeeery curated answers I'm sure, but if you can find an iota of truth in them, hell yeah.” She just doesn't have the capacity to dig for it from sketchy people like the ones in charge here. She'd roll her eyes too much.

“Comes down to different genes than homo sapiens, really. There's a lot of scientific jargon and nuance between the two, and then between them and humans, that I won't bore you with, but basically, they have abilities - superpowers, that can be anything under the sun.” She swipes a fork from the nearest table. “Like me? I'm a mutant.” that fork then suddenly twists into a spiral.

[doesnotsparkle]

It was big black boots day at the tiny party. The Fresh meat who had only just walked up to the table just as she mentioned the cannoli. He was only an inch taller than her, and those boots didn't help a lot. His shoulder-length black hair was hanging loose, and he had sunglasses on to hide his eyes.

There was no hiding his deathly pallor when he wore a white button-up with the top two buttons undone. He almost looked like completely monochrome. "I had no, no." The Grecian accent spoke up after a second. So, of course, he had to reach for one, if this random, clearly alt scene person said they're good, that is as good as gospel. To put on his plate of snacks. Being a living vampire, meant he still had to eat normal food as well. As lame as that one was. "Are you new or returning?" he asked, as he had asked everyone else. A bit of the cream stuck on one of his long claw like black nails so he popped that in his mouth real quick.

Tower

[thegreatexperiment]

[Okay, so Sam was kind of expecting something like Court back home. Stiff and formal. This is definitely better. Better as far as a fucking multidimensional kidnapping goes, anyway. At least there aren't a lot of stuffed shirts giving her the stinkeye over her hair, her ripped jeans, her chipped black nail polish.

It's harder to sulk that she was expecting.

She still keeps her posture closed off, arms folded tight across her chest as she skulks around the room, looking for something, anything, familiar. Instead, all she sees are a lot of people as fucking confused as she is.

For some reason, her eyes settle on the guy who looks strangely like a potato to her. She can appreciate someone making their lack of enthusiasm clear. So she leans against the wall by him, shrugging one shoulder.]

It could all be worse. I mean, it could be fucking Los Angeles. That would be way worse.

[doesnotsparkle]

"If only the rest of these worlds had you're view, Sara. The worlds might be better places." He mused a bit. The song starting to change, but he was enjoying the conversation. "Once more?" He asked, not wanting to assume, but also not wanting to stop just yet.

He might be a little less worried if he knew half of what Sara had seen in her years, but time would come. "A bit yes, my life has certainly taken an interesting turn this last decade or so." He was only about thirty-seven. "No, I can handle super villains just fine." he was friends with a few. "These are generally...as mad as this sounds, alien leaders wanting me to kill someone for them. I preface that with the fact I am not an assassin. Or anything like it. I was a scientist." Look, people judge. He's so used to being judged.

[needsabreak]

Once again, he's not positive what she means by 'googling' things but he feels like he already made himself look like an idiot already and this didn't seem overly important.

"They were definitely curated but even if there's a hint of truth in things like that, it's worthwhile. I don't really know anything about this place, so any sliver of information seems worth it at this point," He sighs.

"Different genes?" He squints slightly, trying to follow along with that she's saying, "How did their genes end up different? Are you saying people are born with different genes or do people manipulate the genes?"

He's not a scientist, but he's pretty sure that's what the viruses do, change the structure of a person's DNA and twists them into a monster.

He watches with a guarded expression as she twists the fork she's holding without apparently doing anything to it.

[bossyboiler]

Kate does care and so she has dressed up in a green dress with black kitten heels. Her hair is styled and pushed over one shoulder. First impressions matter! (At least they do to her.)

She is there at the buffet table when Devi approaches. She is pondering what to get if anything. As she cannot get drunk or high (easily) food is all that is left. "Are they? They look--" Wait! She knows that voice. "Devi?" She blinks and turns her head to face her.

Caleb Widowgast | Critical Role | OTA

[born_in_flame]

Caleb was feeling a little bit overwhelmed in this new place. He'd never seen buildings like the ones he saw now. He was also given a device he'd never seen before and told it was a way to communicate. Not to mention he'd left his world in a bit of mess so he's worried about the people he'd left behind.

He decided to attend the party in the hopes of finding either a friend or information. He wandered the room trying to get a read on the people around him holding a glass loosely in one hand. He doesn't appear to be taking a sip from it more holding it because drinking is what people seem to be doing.

[silversneakers]

Peter is also not one for getting dressed up if he doesn't have to. Jeans and 80s rock band t-shirts (today it's Rush) are sufficient for him (along with top-of-the-line running shoes, of course). Instead of a drink he has a plate full of food, which never seems to get any emptier despite the fact that he is clearly eating from it.

"Honestly, they're one of the least creepy things about this place."

[silversneakers]

If there's anyone who's sure to be hanging around the food table, it's Peter. Also ignoring the fancy dress part of the invitation, mostly because he doesn't have anything fancy and couldn't be bothered to go looking for anything.

"Yeah, and those steak rolls too, definitely try one of those."

Does he care that this food is from the Magistrates, and the Magistrates cannot be trusted? Nope. Free food is free food.

[canaria]

"I'd at least put more open bars around the world." She half jokes.

"Of course." She's having a good time with the conversation and dancing, why stop now?

"Honestly, no it doesn't sound far fetched because alien leaders making you be an assassin sounds about like the kinds of shenanigans my world too. I wanted to grow up to be in the sciences, medical specifically, as in MD, but I did wind up as an assassin. Unfortunately was very good at it. Also not a job I took by choice, but now it's the skill people first think of when it comes to me. I wouldn't wish that on anyone so I'm sorry you got roped into it too."

[doesnotsparkle]

"That may help, yes." A small chuckle passed. Luckily, being a living vampire he could still eat and drink, hell he had to. So, a bar was often a great time. If he wasn't hungry anyway.

Why, indeed. "My." He started as she spoke and they moved with the music. "It does sound like our worlds are somewhat alike. Makes me wonder, have you ever heard of the Avengers?" It was honestly the best test. "One of my acquaintances is kind of an assassin. More of a justice seeking vigilante." Friend was not as word he'd use for Frank Castle. "I already had blood on my hands, but I thank you all the same. And at least here, I will think of you as the woman who got me to dance. Before any of that." He replied with ease. Maybe speaking to an assassin made the blood on his hands easier.

[needsabreak]

"Tends to work better if you drink it," Leon offers the pro-tip to the stranger he's seen wandering around looking as lost as he feels, "Takes the edge off a bit."

The alcohol they're serving is weak and not very good tasting, at least it isn't to Leon's taste, but he's on his fourth glass at this point. He can confirm, if you put your mind to it, it can at least give you a light buzz.

"Just got here, too?"

[brandingproblem]

[His hand very much grips the throwing knife in his pocket, but he doesn't pull it. Wisely. Boy howdy when he turns, he definitely notices all of that green. Hm. Punk? Powered? Powered punk? He can dig it.

He smiles in a polite way.] It's like I packed for a weekend trip, carrying light. [So, yes, he does.] Am I blocking the spectacular view? [Of gritty city buildings in the morning haze. very wow.]