Arrival Mingle

[iterumadmin]

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]

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.

[prefers_magneto]

He lets her hug him. He even hugs her back with a light pat between her shoulder blades.

"Are you coming back to the department?"

[canaria]

“Are you asking because you got your old position back, or because you need a coworker who you know knows how to annoy some chumps in leadership to the point they leave?” She's joking. Mostly. Well, not really mostly. Maybe like 30 percent joking. Either way you slice it, it's more a yes than a no in terms of an answer to his question.

[prefers_magneto]

He gives her a look. "Do you think at this point in life I'm going to work for some local chump? There was one in my office when I got here but I sent him packing."

[canaria]

“In my defense, it wasn't the scenario I was assuming was more likely. The one you just described is what I was expecting. When do we start?” Meaning: 10/10, no notes.

And then a slight pause, before: “All your family got back here okay, right?”