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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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The new Saiyan was noticed by the dude, who had been mostly napping the whole time. He had been grabbing a few more snacks when he saw Bardock close. Nodding when he saw him. "Cool armor, man." One had to compliment that.

It was the free food, already cooked, that drew Regulus to this particular event. He was so tired of whatever concoctions he could creatively conceive to throw together, or, horror of horrors, those frozen meals he just had to heat up.

The problem with growing up in a house full of House elves is that he'd never learned even the basics of how to cook.

It was irritating.

Running into his brother was also irritating. Not because Regulus was embarrassed about their last interaction, no, he'd already put that memory and associated emotions in a box and shoved it away in his mind. He planned to act like it had never happened.

It was just irritating because his brother was simply irritating. And he wasn't in the mood to analyze the complexity of their relationship.

And Regulus had almost pulled off ignoring his brother completely when his brother snatched up the last of an hor dourves on a plate (note: there were plenty of other plates of food to choose from) and Regulus shot him an indigent look and said, "I wanted that."

He takes a moment to consider that, lips pressing into a thin line. After a moment, he asks, "I take it you didn't have any contact with the outside world while you were on house arrest? No TV, no internet?"

He thinks he might be able to entertain himself if he could at least digitally reach out and touch someone. It wouldn't even have to be someone from his own reality, which he imagines it wouldn't be in her case, if she had a way of getting out like that, for all she claims her reality was fractured. Still, something would be nice. It'd keep the implications there from being entirely horrifying.

"Nobody likes a wallflower."

It's a lighthearted jab, given that Damien's been alternating between wandering, himself, and propping up the wall for a few minutes when his leg, wrapped from thigh to ankle in a leather brace, starts to bother him. Still, he's noticed Caleb looking a little lost and can't help but take pity on him.

Devi blinks a little at the hand like she didn't know what to do with it, but her brain powering back up rushes in all at once with a 'OH!' of realization as she sticks a paint stained hand into his. Right. Handshakes.

"Don't say that too hastily, your mileage may vary. Devi D. I guess we're the alliteration gang, aren't we." Her hand drops only to pluck off a grape from her plate, readying it for the popping into her mouth that was coming.

"And your answer is 'fresh meat'. New blood, new life. Like spring, but for reality, isn't that nice." She was easy, airy, and utterly unmoved by the magnitude of the subject matter. "I don't know a Sara though. Sufficed to say, I've seen a few. Still waiting for more data to see the skew. Either way, a good thing. Maybe someone plugged something back in."

Sara has tried to be a little fancy, even taking some time to put some curl into her usually straight hair (most of the time she can't be bothered to style it out of its natural state). She's using that and defaulting to her usual personality state of the 'life of the party' type to hide the fact that she's still disconcerted. Her problems aren't ones she can physically fight, and she really would like this place to be back to the way it had been before, with all the faces she recognized. She has experience as a time traveller and she can't go back to how it was before everything went to shit there before some of them took a few month nap apparently.

Being attentive to detail is also a skill she has (it's important when you spend some time as an assassin and halfway spy-type), and she can see a flash of recognition in his face when he sees her. She makes her way to his direction, resting her nearly-empty glass of drink on a table on the way over. “You have no fucking idea how glad I am to see a face of a friend that shows recognition when they see me.” It's felt like a breath she keeps holing that gets slowly released when this happens. Which hasn't been a lot so far. And then she moves to give him a hug; it's worth the risk (people have probably gotten a concussion at best for trying), ha.

The collusion was on purpose. Anakin had watched the man along the wall use a wand to magically call food from the table to him, and Anakin was amused.

And that's when the thought crossed his mind. No matter how many universes he lived through, or lives lived, Anakin was still a bit of a pratt and he loved all things crashing and exploding.

The next time the man called an item - he guessed it was a cream puff - from the table, Anakin reached through the Force and called forth his own cream puff so that it crashed midair with the man's floating choice. And both puffs not so much exploded but spattered apart, and then fell to the floor in a dozen small pieces.

Anakin laughed, thoroughly entertained, but to make up for it, he called forth another one of the same puffs and sent it over to the man.

"Thanks for humoring me," he called out.

Edited 2023-07-04 19:21 (UTC)

Nah. Came up the old fashioned way. [Once upon a time, that meant casually scaling a building, or using a grapple arrow. Now it's stairs and fire escapes. Work smarter, not harder.] I'm Clint. [Only polite, he figures, though he's not looking to advertise Last Name, Codename like her.]

How's magnetism work with flying? You packing a lot more metal than you look, or you psychically latch on to a flag pole, or what?

She blinked at him, and then blinked again.

"Holy shit, you don't know what tacos are." She shakes her head. "Oh I'm taking you on so many lunch dates." But moving on - "The Tree Area? You mean the treeline? Where city meets forest?"

If everything was the same - and Devi hadn't verified yet that it was - that narrowed down the options to three.

He noticed that pause, he assumed it was a cultural thing and chose to not question it. Shaking once, she did before he switched the plate back to his other hand.

He'd have to amend that in a few days, when some memories resurfaced, but for now he assumed her correct. Sure, he'd jumped worlds back home, but that was the usual fuckery of his world once the one becomes a meta or supernatural. Say goodbye to the mundane.

"Suppose I should be a little more careful there, but let's be real. I won't." 99.9% of Michael Morbius' problems were his own fault. "Something like that, yes." The amused accented tone agreed.

He chuckled at her reply, and the utterly unmoved nature of it. Oh, she is interesting. His fangs showing when he grinned. "Yes, new blood, indeed. Though, that is fascinating, I would have assumed everyone knew each other. I intend to try to figure out as much as I can. Scientific inquiry and all." A vampire he may be, but he will always be a scientist first.

I'm getting that impression. [That some people have "returned" or "come back" like they were always here.]

So, what, it's magic? Well, [with a little handwaggle] significantly advanced science indistinguishable from magic, depending. [Because the science behind an Einstein-Rosen bridge is (apparently) sound, but the Bifrost coulda been magic, and the Tesseract sure fucking was something indistinguishable from magic.] Maybe there isn't exactly a pattern as far as timing goes. People ended up here for a reason, right? Someone has to bring them here.

[They can't actually have all just willingly walked here. That's...spooky and crazy, right?]

Guessing nobody's ever actually seen someone arrive? No big rainbow lights in the sky or visible holes where a spaceship's jumped in from outside atmo?

"Suppose it's never too early to test some reality mechanics," she quips, taking another bite and clearing it just as quickly as the last.

"It'd be terribly rude of them. So! How are you doing? They got you settled in somewhere yet?" Erik wasn't far from her mind but she would do her own footwork on that or let Peter bring it up, if he were inclined.

[She shakes her head, easily falling into the conversation like she's known Mr. Potato Head her whole life.]

Everyone arrives alone and asleep. No witnesses.

The closest I can get to anyone being in charge are these "Magistrates." But I'm not sure they're the ones behind whatever is powering the device or devices.

Lorna almost looks like she just rolled out of bed: Black crop top, grey skinny jeans with holes in them that are supposed to be there, and flat shoes. Her hair is pulled up in a bun that's messy but not in the cute-messy way; in the actual-messy way.

While he's moving around, she's going the opposite direction he is. Back to the snacks, because her brother is a terrible influence and made her hungry for more snacks. She almost bumps into him, in the process. “Oh, sorry. Too laser focused on snacks.” Ha.

Whatever works. [ She flashes a quick half smile. ]

When it was amateur hour when I was a teenager, yeah that's how I did it. Still a solid back up, though. Now it's more ... pushing off the magnetic fields.

[ ~~it's comic science bullshit.~~ ]

Do you not fly but have other powers? Or just, nothing in general?

Devi had checked to see if their apartment was still there but hadn't thought to check the network, brain otherwise busy with the Prime Survival Checklist and ticking off the most important boxes first. So she'd missed Erik's post but had thought about him all the same. She knew better than to pin too many hopes on him being there at all, much less remembering what they had, what they were to each other, but there was always a good amount of it nonetheless.

There's no mistaking his voice and Devi's head whips up and over, face breaking into a broad and familiar grin as she took in the angles and status of his face. Breathtaking and timeless as always. But the sheet of possibilities wave their little flags and Devi's grin simmers down a little, like she'd remembered herself and her manners. It still danced in her eyes though.

"More for me." God, she just wanted to tackle him into a hug. "You're lucky we're at a party and not on the street, otherwise I might be invading your personal space for a hug." A tentative toe into those waters. Safe and playful and something she figured she could gauge a status off of with one response from him. He never had a problem hiding how he felt.

If anyone's gonna know anything specific, they're the best place to start. But if there are any independent labs that can detect bursts of energy, or isolate specific energy signatures, could be a start.

[If there's equipment like that here in the city. If there's anyone here eggheaded enough to use that equipment and interpret the results.]

Sounds like you've got some experience.

You're packing that much juice you can tap into the Earth's magnetic fields? [He lets out a low whistle. Okay, definitely not using any swords or knives with her. If he's ever in a fight, it'll have to be carbon fiber arrow tips...hm.

Maybe stop thinking about how to fight someone you've just met, bud.]

I got a power. A lotta people call it walking. [Oh, someone thinks he's funny.] I've got the wild ability to lift my knees, something I'm thankful for every day. [Because, hey, not everyone can! And he frankly should be long dead or so battered as to be unable to himself! Maybe his power is the universe seems to not want him to die. But, even if he did have any kind of power, he'd be uninterested in giving away a potential advantage just like that.

Improbably high accuracy does not count as a power.]

"There was no outside world to have contact with. The Street was consumed by the void, the breakdown of the reality that supported the structure of it. So no - I haven't caught up on tv or the internet in.. Well, I don't know, really. It's been a while. Are people still using IRC chat?"

It would put her in the mid 90's at best.

"Anyway, I paint. And talk to myself, so if you catch me mid conversation, its with the proverbial mouse in my pocket." Don't think about it too much. It was truly fucking terrible.

"Mind if I ask When you're from?"

[ She can utilize it in such creative ways that she, frankly, doesn't care about holding it close to her chest. ]

You would think that would mean people back on my earth would rather piss off the Avengers than the X-Men, but nooo. Go pick a fight with the mutants every time. Sure. Great. Cool.

[ she doesn't even know he's some earth's Avenger; to be fair, even if she did, she would still semi-roast the Avengers. Not as much as Emma Frost, but whatever. ]

Is that what legs are for? Damn, I never knew. [ She's playful teasing now. ] Impressive f-e-a-t, or -f-e-e-t you have there.

[ ba dum tsh. ]

"Wow, that's... honestly, pretty amazing. So the species is literally evolving through mutations," He doesn't quite understand that the mutations aren't all the same but evolution, to him, meant adapting, so the species was changing and getting stronger in his mind.

"Well, not 'For Science' really. For... 'biological warfare' is probably more accurate. Sending an infected person into an enemy city to die or get killed and then..." He'll let her imagine the rest.

"There've been as many vaccines as there have been new viruses made. Seems every week there's some new terrorist group with a new virus," He sounds more tired than anything else.

He blinks.

"My God, that's horrifying."

Is he talking about the fact that she had no outside contact or the fact that he hasn't used IRC in somewhere approaching twenty years? Who knows. His point stands, either way.

It takes him a moment, then, to regain his equilibrium.

"Originally, though?" Since the Void didn't really have a concept of year. "Chicago, 2013. It was November when I left the first time."

Yeah? The Avengers don't have enough people that you shouldn't piss off? Don't they got a big green guy that can't die?

[Be cool. He doesn't know what the X-Men are. ~~But now that we are Legally Allowed To Say Mutants...!~~ So maybe things are...different? Where she's from? When she's from? Better to get a feel for what they are as she sees them.]

Ugh, let's not talk about impressive feet; some weirdo from the internet might overhear.

[don't act like wikifeet for superheroes wouldn't exist]

Ha! No. I mean, yes, they do have him on the team, but he can definitely die. Which, sure, kinda says more about their archer's aim and skill than their tank's bulk.

[ She's just saying, even witnessing from the sidelines, the Avengers civil war 2 was wild. ]

But yeah, the internet is why I do not envy the technopaths.

"True," Caleb replied with a sheepish smile and a small sip of his drink. "But this world is nothing like my own and I am still learning the best way to navigate it." The young man speaks with a German accent that sounds slightly off. He is also dressed differently then the man speaking to him with a tunic style shirt, soft cloth pants, a long blue coat and a purple scarf wrapped around his neck.

He offers his hand out. "I am Caleb Widowgast."

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