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

[canaria]

"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."

[doesnotsparkle]

"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."

[canaria]

"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."

[doesnotsparkle]

"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."

[canaria]

“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.

[doesnotsparkle]

"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."

[canaria]

“It's been that for me, a new start, so I definitely hope it's that for you.” Sure, there were bumps along the way, but, shit happens?

“It was blast. And you better be, because I'm holding you to that.” Another smile crosses her lips as she spins out of the dance, her pleated skirt swishing around her legs. She points to her eyes and then to him, and gives him her classic fingerguns.

[doesnotsparkle]

He can't help an awkward smile, but he nods. "Count on it." It was only after the finger guns that he finally turns to go find a place to sit again for a while. He would call sooner or later. Hopefully sooner.