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Arrival Mingle

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.

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[He scrunches his face.] Man, I would absolutely take LA over this. Not the traffic, but I haven't seen if this place turns into a gridlock come rush hour yet, so. [He'll take anywhere he's been before--hm. He'll take most places he's been before to this unknown bullshit.]

"I've met a few Avengers here but they're not on my earth. If you come from an earth with Avengers and-or also X-Men on it, you do come from a wild place; I've heard plenty of stories, and your earths have seen some shit." She also knows the line between assassin and justice seeking vigilante can often become one that crosses. Source: her life.

"I'm glad my first impression here is a fun one. Yours is too, by the way."

Peter is glad that the fancy dress rule isn't being enforced, because he couldn't be bothered to find anyway. He lives in jeans and 80s rock band t-shirts (today it's Rush) and doesn't see why returning to the city should be any different.

And of course, Peter being Peter, he's spending his time within sight of the food table, with a plate piled full that somehow never seems to get any emptier despite the fact that he is clearly eating from it.

Maybe he'll put the food down and dance, but it doesn't take long before he's back at the food table filling up again. "You should try one of those," he says, pointing, and at least he doesn't have a mouthful of food when he says it. He does have manners.

There are a lot of options here, and Sirius doesn't understand all of them, even having had more exposure to Muggles than most pureblood wizards. But it doesn't really matter. He's mostly enjoying having the freedom to go where he wants and do what he wants. After twelve years in a cell in Azkaban, a year on the run, and months in moldering Grimmauld Place, freedom is concept he had almost forgotten.

Plus there's food, and he's not going to turn that down.

He spends most of the evening standing along the edge of the room with a drink in hand, just watching, though he makes a few trips to the food table as well. Where he finds something just out of his reach, and he could go around the table to get it, but what he does instead is pull out his wand and make the particular item that he wants float onto his plate instead.

He's been here long enough to discover that this place isn't like home, and he doesn't have to hide what he can do. He really is free.

You're way more fucking tolerant than I am.

[Which is...not saying much. Sam's kind of grouchy, these days. Rightfully so, given all the shit that's happened to her.]

But let's meet in the middle. Both LA and this place are bullshit.

It was possible that Sam wasn't anywhere near as observant as Avery (fuck that guy), but it didn't take Auspex or any supernatural ability to spot someone pull a fucking magician's wand out and suddenly make food levitate.

Um. Hello?

She'd been lingering along the walls, playing the disaffected youth that she was, but when she saw that, Sam dropped all pretenses and immediately crossed the room, her combat boots thumping.

"Okay, how the fuck did you do that?" she asked. No preamble, because what was the point? The rules of natural order or whatever were shot to hell. Might as well just be honest in her curiosity.

And it was curiosity, in all fairness. Not an accusation, not a fearful pronouncement. She was a scientist and her scientific mind was reeling so fast, it practically made her baby blues light up.

"Oh yes, we mustn't forget the X-Men, fascinating people truly. They deserve more credit than they get. But our world is quite prejudiced against those with the X-Gene. Stupid as that is. Though, that is an accurate depiction of my world. I will have to keep an eye out to see if anyone from home is here." He hoped not. Not because he didn't care for them, but with the bottled blood drink not making him sick, maybe he had a second chance here. A chance to do some good again.

"I am glad to hear that. Also." He spoke, after a moment a smile finally fully crossing his face, though, that did show his fangs a little better. "I'd love to hear of your adventures one day. If you do not mind. It sounds like you would have quite a few."

Devi didn't miss a beat. "Dude, you've got so so many good foods to catch up on. Taco Trucks are gonna rock. Your. World." She liked food, but she'd proven that already to him before. Food was great.

"Never mind that it is from our very gracious and plying overlords but they wouldn't dare put anything in it, not for the first party. I hear it's Lesuirebrook's Magistrate runnin' this one. Oh, speakin' of. Where'd you get thrown for livin' spaces?"

Yes, Devi could talk a lot and with confidence that Bardock would catch up as she went on.

Big Bad Black Boot Club UNITE! It was the first thing she noticed, having happened to glance from bottom to top this time, and shit just kept getting better as she got higher up. The skin, the hair, the Corey Hart ass Sunglasses. There was a... Feeling there that she hadn't felt in a very long time. A 2 Dimensional one, a call back to what she once was. But assuming that was. Audacious to say the least. Hardly first meeting material.

The fact that he was taking her questionable dietary advice was ignored as her interest spun around, and there was no stopping the coy curl of her full and painted lips.

"Returning. Apparently I garnered a round trip ticket last time I was here. I take it I'm not the first returning soul you've met?"

Jaeger has managed to get his panic out of the way early in his arrival in the city, and after a couple of days he's considerably calmer and more settled at the idea of being here. He's still got a lot of questions, probably even more than he first arrived with, but he's in a much better mindset to ask them, and to make sense of the answers.

A mingle is a good place to start. He's done this a thousand times in a professional capacity, and it's familiar ground. He's skipped the formalwear in favor of a gray turtleneck and jeans, a towering figure with the burly build of a linebacker lingering at the edges of the crowd with a watchful gray gaze. Alert, attentive, gathering details with a notably professional demeanor in spite of his relaxed choice of style.

Bodyguard, soldier, cop. Something martial shows in his straight posture and close-cut black hair, the brisk and sharp presentation of someone alert to their surroundings and ready for trouble at a moments notice. It's going to be a while before he can shed that watchfulness, before he can let himself realize that his hunters are very literally a million miles away now.

The demons entertaining the event get slow, thoughtful consideration, and Jaeger has a glass in hand that he only occasionally sips at. Here and there, there's a brief comment on the spread, on the music, on the general festivity of the welcome. Observation, and polite friendliness as he takes measure of his new fellow Chosen.

Devi would be able to pick Kate out of a crowd any day. The well put together and manicured look of the woman - of course Kate would care about dressing up to the first party! To any party, Devi was sure, but Kate could have as much fabulousness as she could handle as long as Devi didn't have to match. The effort, and for what?

Devi grins as Kate recognizes her and bounces her eyebrows.

"What's cookin' good lookin'. Glad to see you're back in town. So how are we judging the spread tonight - four outta five stars, or...?" She shifts, sidling slightly closer as she gestures at the food, turning that grin right back on Kate as she finishes. She missed this so much.

"If you do see anyone from your home here, hopefully it's a friendly or at the very least tolerable face. This might be an okay sized city but would become pretty small if some faces I'd rather not see show up." She's just saying.

She doesn't even think twice or flinch at the sight of more noticable fangs. "I'm always down to trade stories. I'm sure you have some good ones too that don't involve questionable aliens."

Those were both some good ass-kicking boots. Michael had never intended to be a fighter, he had nearly become a priest before science became everything to him. And life never went as expected. So here he was, standing next to someone who looked like she belonged in one of those clubs that used to help quench his thirsts. Some of the best people hung out in those kinds of places.

Good music too. Even if he liked a bit more 70's flare to his music.

"Curious indeed. I do wonder why some are returning, and other's new. And yes, you are the second I have met who has returned. A woman named Sara has also returned." he spoke with a nod. Shifting the small plate to the hand, he had just put in his mouth to offer his other. Trying to keep his fangs hidden as much as he could. Which was hard given how big they are. He held his hand over. "Michael Morbius. A pleasure to meet you." His mother had raised him well, life just dicked him over.

"I would only be so happy for that." He chuckled a bit at that. "Perhaps, my friend Jack. I would enjoy seeing his reaction to this world. Though, I do know that feeling quite well, even New York City is too small when one has enemies."

Her lack of reaction, that, certainly helped him to feel more at ease. "I do indeed, I would love to do that sometime soon, Sara."

Leon meanders back to the spread for the fifth or sixth time to refill his drink, starting to get a little sour at just how weak the stuff was. He at least expected a nice buzz by his fifth cup. If this one still hasn't gotten him anywhere, he's decided he'll be ready to call it a night.

He hadn't actually intended to attend the party but he'd stumbled across it on his way home and thought it couldn't hurt to meet a few other people new to the city. So, he's very much not dressed up either, jeans, t-shirt, and a leather jacket that didn't quite hide his over the shoulder gun holsters.

He doesn't quite hear what the stranger says to him as he fills his cup, "Sorry?"

Michael's social battery was already running very low, but he had noticed the man hanging around the walls watching people. Being someone who did quite a bit of people watching himself, this had caught his attention. It was when he was getting another of the little tea sandwiches that he saw Andrew was close by.

"Enjoying the party?" He asked curiously. The small sandwich placed on the small plate, careful of his nails with it as he looked to the other. In looks, they were quite opposite in all but muscular build, and Andrew still had him beat there. Michael was all of five foot ten, pale as an actual ghost, with his dark black hair hanging shoulder-length. Sunglasses on indoor to hide his eyes, but when he spoke, the fangs had been visible.

Quiet people were always the most interesting, and Andrew was certainly quiet.

It was the Rush shirt that caught Michael's opinion. Was he a music guy? Not at all. Still, he knew what he liked. He could listen to 2112 on loop. And while he was more than ready to head out, he did keep noticing the guy in the Rush shirt eating.

Planning to leave, he decided to stop and talk to the guy anyway. Stopping at the table, he heard what Peter said as he looked over and shook his head. "No, but thank you. I am quite done. I simply wanted to spare a moment to compliment your shirt. Not many care for Rush anymore." Was that true? Who was the last person to talk to this pale man about music? Nikos maybe? Nah, Jack, It had to be Jack Russel.

Michael was wearing a white button up that made his pale skin very noticeable, black pants tucked into his boots and sunglasses on to hide his red eyes. Sadly, there was no hiding his fangs when he spoke, or the long black nails he has.

“A disorienting wake-up-a-few-days-later-in-the-morgue thing. It could be worse, sure, but that's still not, you know, an idea of a great time.” She frowns slightly thinking about it again.

“Maybe a thing or two. Not sure what I'll do here this time around, but I'm sure I'll find something. Creepy shit aside because it's a given, what do you think of this place so far overall?”

Yeah, that sounds a lot like zombies. The muscles in his jaw go taut as he listens.

"When people 'come back'... are they the same? Or have they... changed?" So subtle.

"Creepy shit?" Not that he hadn't learned about quite a bit of weird, creepy shit, he just wants to make sure he hasn't missed anything.

"It's... I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say. We've been kidnapped and we're being held against our will. Just because the cage is the size of a city doesn't change that. I guess, I don't like it much," He shrugs. The city itself was fine for the most part but the situation that had them here definitely wasn't.

“I can believe that. New York's so big, what if you start gaining enemies fast? And don't know where they are.” So much space for so much paranoia.

“Just say where and when and I'm there. Fair warning, it's highly likely I will get lost in terms of keeping track of time during it.” Basically, she could kill a whole afternoon and then some with it.

Bardock raised an eyebrow as he smirked at the mention of food. “Tacos?<\i> what are those?”

However he had many questions too. He looked back in thought “The tree area. Just seemed like me.”

“Seriously? It looks like shit straight out of a horror movie where everyone goes to prom and a killer chases them or some shit.” She laughs softly. “Like a - hey welcome to your death hope you brought your best party face on - thing.”

“You also know I have to ask what's the best snack at this party, too.”

[ Without missing a beat: ]

You're not standing in front of a mirror, so no, you're not blocking the spectacular view.

[ always be your own hype person, call yourself attractive at any chance, etc. ]

Optimistic about the weekend, though. [ She's pretty sure they're gonna be here a lot longer. ]

She nods slightly as if to concede that fair point about information. Maybe she's just more a hands on type personally.

“For mutants, it's born.” The terrigen mist thing makes the inhumans a little harder to answer on that question. So she leaves that one there. “It's not like a science experiment gone wrong thing, or a you accidentally touched a weird space rock thing, or a whoopsies you went through an unknown magic portal and came out changed thing. Although, I won't say shit like that hasn't happened to some people.” Because dear god she can think of a handful of examples of the top of her head for those categories.

“Is it just average humans where you're from?”

"I mean, I can vouch that is how it works. More so when you piss off Spiderman." He shook his head when he said it. "I'd rather know where they are so I can avoid them. This world is a chance to start over."

He was banking on that fake blood to keep him stable. "I deeply look forward to it, and I will be in contact, Sara." The song was ending, but he felt better than he did before the first song. And even gave a playful bow. "Thank you, this was fun."

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