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

[siriuslydementd]

He's confused when the item he's attempting to put on his plate moves in an entirely different direction; he knows that he has better control of his magic than that. He mastered that charm a long time ago. A quick look around reveals the cause of the confusion: someone is messing with him, apparently for no reason other than it amuses him.

It's not magic like his though, he can tell that much.

"How exactly are you doing that?"

[darkforcerising]

"The Force," Anakin said. "It's..." and he paused, figuring diving into the entire explanation of it right now might be overkill and corrected mid-sentence. "A whole thing. You can just think of it as a kind of magic where I'm from." If another Jedi could hear him now, calling the Force 'magic' was a bit of an insult to the members of the Order.

"We-" Well just him, as far as he could tell right now he was the only Force user here at the moment, "I don't need anything to help me focus using it. It's mostly an intent and conviction thing."

And he threw propriety into the wind and asked, wholly innocently, even though he heard the innuendo as he ask it, "How does your wand work?"

[siriuslydementd]

"It directs the magic where I want it to go." There's a whole other explanation about wrist movements and such too, which he'd only half paid attention to in school, but he's not going to get into technical details right now.

What is it with everyone's fascination with wands at this party?

[darkforcerising]

Anakin gave an appreciative nod. And then he thrust out his mechanical hand to shake.

"I'm Anakin," He figured it was worth introducing himself to a person who didn't instantly take offence at the food explosion.

[siriuslydementd]

Sirius hardly notices that the hand he's shaking isn't flesh and blood, but even if he did, it wouldn't be the strangest thing he's ever encountered. Considering he went to a school for wizards and can turn himself into a dog, it doesn't even scratch the top ten.

"Sirius."

[darkforcerising]

That was good. It was maybe underhanded to present a secret test to someone like that, but Anakin found it was the best way to weed out the people prejudiced against disabilities.

And Sirius passed.

"Is this your first time here?"

[siriuslydementd]

"Yes." He's not going to complain too much about being pulled away from gloomy London and Grimmauld Place and brought here instead, although he does wish that if someone from his world had to come along, it had been someone other than his brother. "I gather that some have been here before though."

[darkforcerising]

"Some, ya," Anakin said. And he pointed out a few of the people he remembered before that were also at the party.

"Avoid the shadows at night and," he lowered his voice, "Don't trust the Magistrates."

He popped some kind of cracker thing in his mouth and then asked, "What part of the City did you land in?"

[siriuslydementd]

"I'm in the Coliseum district." He hasn't been here long enough to figure out the significance of the different regions of the city, so that will be some fun he gets to have at some point.

"I make it a point not to trust authority." Not after what authority did to him, certainly.

[darkforcerising]

"Same," Anakin said, picking over his food.

"I'm at St. Johns. You?"

[siriuslydementd]

"Rosebay Manor." So at least they ended up in the same district, if not the same building.