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Entry tags:
- !event,
- * magistrate: anakin skywalker,
- aiden knight,
- andrew jaeger,
- bardock,
- caleb widowgast,
- clint barton,
- damien brenks,
- devi d,
- erik lehnsherr,
- harley quinn,
- kate cordello,
- kosem sultan,
- leon kennedy,
- lorna dane,
- michael morbius,
- peter maximoff,
- regulus black,
- samantha moon,
- sara lance,
- sirius black
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.
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.
Caleb Widowgast | Critical Role | OTA
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.
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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?"
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Caleb blushes a little. "I am...not much of a drinker and I am not sure how strong this alcohol is compared to the type that I am used to. I was simply being careful." The young man is tall, about six feet or so with dark red hair pulled back in a ponytail. and wearing all blue, tunic, pants and coat, the only other colors being a purple scarf around his neck and his black boots.
His voice is soft and his accent sounds German but isn't quite if one is listening hard enough. "This world is nothing like mine you see...I am...in the weeds as a friend might say."
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"Not sure they can even legally call it alcohol, that's about how strong it is. It's definitely nothing to be worried about, but you're also not missing anything by not drinking it," He sighs, giving the stranger a once over.
"No?" He can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the guy, being kidnapped to some bizarre city was already disorienting enough without the city being completely alien as well, "Anything I might be able to help with?"
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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.
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"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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A pause follows as he pulls back, taking a moment look Caleb over. He'd noticed how out of place he looked, watching him wander around the room, but now that his attention's been drawn to it, it's even more stark a contrast. Poor bastard.
"First time in a modern city? Or first time dimension-hopping, period?"