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

Sara Lance — OPEN

[canaria]

Anyone here who remembers Sara (she's dressed up a little bit, even put a little curl in her naturally-straight, long blonde hair) from before they all lost a few months and have shown back (?) up here shouldn't be thrown off by the way she embodies energy, social butterfly, and a complete lack of shame and a sometimes lack of filter.

For everyone else? Buckle up. You're about to learn the Sara Lance Experience.

If you're wallflower-ing, she approaches with a smile and purpose, and greets with a: “The wall is overrated.” and pulls you into a dance. Doesn't matter if she knows you or not, this is your life now.

When she swings by the snacks table every so often, any unfamiliar faces (including faces that are familiar, but don't show any signs of recognizing her) also there get a question of: “Are you completely new here, or did we show up at different times?” It's easy to not cross paths in a place like this. Just as easy as it is to.

As the night goes on, she eventually gets tired of the routine and decides to spice things up in her own way. And, for the record, she's not even drunk. But she does find a table not being used as one to hold snacks or drinks, and not many plates or cups on it, and just hops on up on it and starts dancing there. If you're sitting at this table, expect to be encouraged to join her.

[needsabreak]

Leon hadn't planned to go to this party. In fact, he hadn't even known about it. But he lived in the district and had passed by the entrance on his way home. He wasn't turned away despite being dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans, so he figured he'd get a free drink or two out of the deal and see if he couldn't make a few more contacts with his fellow newcomers.

He's just finished his second beer when Sara approaches him, pulling him toward the dance floor.

"Oh. No. No, I can't dance," He doesn't exactly resist but once she's pulled him out onto the dance floor, he just sort of stands there awkwardly, a faint flush coloring his neck and cheeks.

[canaria]

“You do now.” She teases slightly, leading them into a dance with the music. “Fake It Til You Make It is a great philosophy, for the record. And I would know, because I've never permanently died.” Is she suggesting she's died multiple times and has come back each time? Yes. Yes she is.

[needsabreak]

"No, I really don't," He does stand there with her though, if that counts for anything.

"What?" He leans in a little, hoping the music had simply made him mishear her, "Do you mean, like, you've never passed out or something?"

He's legitimately never heard anyone brag that they've never 'permanently died'.

[canaria]

“I've passed out a shitload of times. Dead doesn't mean dead with me so far, I've been around too much magic and stuff like that .. time travel, et cetera. It's not like I have an invincible super power or anything, just luck.” It also means she now has a false sense of security and hubris about it.

[needsabreak]

It's an overload of information. Each time he feels like he's digested what she's just said, she's piling more on. He ends up mouthing the word 'magic' in tired disbelief. But he does believe her, because everything here so far has been batshit insane. Sure, why not magic?

"Uh. Ok," He's not sure what else to say, "Congrats? I haven't died yet either."

[canaria]

Understandable, really, because Shit Does Get Weird. “Last I remember, death isn't exactly permanent here either, so here's to not breaking that streak.” She smiles again. “I'm guessing you weren't here before?” Or maybe he'd been here and gone before she'd first arrived.

[needsabreak]

"What do you mean by that?" It obviously puts him on edge. Where he's from, that sounds a lot like zombies, "What happens when someone dies here?"

"Yeah. First time. Sounds like you know a thing or two about this place."

[canaria]

“A disorienting wake-up-a-few-days-later-in-the-morgue thing. It could be worse, sure, but that's still not, you know, an idea of a great time.” She frowns slightly thinking about it again.

“Maybe a thing or two. Not sure what I'll do here this time around, but I'm sure I'll find something. Creepy shit aside because it's a given, what do you think of this place so far overall?”

Had to go with this one

[doesnotsparkle]

One of the new arrivals was attempting to wallflower, just at a table. A glass in hand that was a very dark red color, but not too strange. He had on sunglasses and a simple white button up and pants. His boots hidden by the table. He was as pale as the shirt he wore.

When she spoke he looked up confused. "Only sometimes!" It was all he managed to get out in his Grecian accent before he let himself be pulled to the dance floor. A little awkward at first, for sure, but after a few moments he loosened up some, to dance with her. Careful to keep his claw like black nails from catching or cutting her.

[canaria]

She thinks for a moment. “I'll conceded that, I suppose. If I'm against the wall making out with a hot person, the wall's not so bad.” Sara, please.

After they settle into a dance, she figures she might as well introduce herself. “By the way, hi I'm Sara”

[doesnotsparkle]

That got a chuckle out of him at least. "And I too, can concede to that." Who could argue that?

"A pleasure, Sara, I'm Michael." Luckily, tonight he wasn't in one of his more dramatic moods, so he didn't introduce himself as Morbius. That will sadly come sooner or later, but for now he was enjoying the dance. It had been a long time.

One bright side, he was an unknown variable here. He hoped no one from home showed up, or recognized him. "New arrival?" he asked after a moment, "Or been here before?"

[canaria]

She laughs as well. “We're going to be friends, I can feel it.” Someone who can roll with her words like that is awesome in her book.

“I've been here before. I actually spent a while here, so after a few months nap, apparently, I'm excited to relearn the place.” A beat, before she adds somewhat tentatively: “And know if my fiends are still here, and if they remember before too.” She's used to people coming and going, and sometimes not remembering, but there are a few faces who she'd be sad if they didn't remember her. “How about you?”

[doesnotsparkle]

"We'll see, I am not big on false hope." He replied, still a bit of a playful air, and yet a little self-deprecating. Usually when people saw his eyes, or saw him feed, they peaced out. Monsters and Martine aside. And Martine it all depended on her mood.

For a vampire he was warm, and his heart was not only beating but speeding up from the dance. His sunglasses staying in place as he listed. "You sound rather calm about it. An old hand at the universal tango?" He inquired, even if it sounded like that. "Kind of, but not the same. I've been pulled to other worlds before, but it is generally very different and with someone with a purpose. If that makes sense."

[canaria]

“Same, but there's so little that can faze me now about people that if they can roll with my sass, they're cool.” She was an assassin, a vigilante, she's been dead more times than she can count, she's been friends with plenty of non humans, she's time travelled through the best and worst times of the world — odds are heavily in his favor.

“Very old hand at it and it sounds like you are too. Are we talking supervillain shit when you say pulled by people with a purpose?”

[doesnotsparkle]

"If only the rest of these worlds had you're view, Sara. The worlds might be better places." He mused a bit. The song starting to change, but he was enjoying the conversation. "Once more?" He asked, not wanting to assume, but also not wanting to stop just yet.

He might be a little less worried if he knew half of what Sara had seen in her years, but time would come. "A bit yes, my life has certainly taken an interesting turn this last decade or so." He was only about thirty-seven. "No, I can handle super villains just fine." he was friends with a few. "These are generally...as mad as this sounds, alien leaders wanting me to kill someone for them. I preface that with the fact I am not an assassin. Or anything like it. I was a scientist." Look, people judge. He's so used to being judged.

[canaria]

"I'd at least put more open bars around the world." She half jokes.

"Of course." She's having a good time with the conversation and dancing, why stop now?

"Honestly, no it doesn't sound far fetched because alien leaders making you be an assassin sounds about like the kinds of shenanigans my world too. I wanted to grow up to be in the sciences, medical specifically, as in MD, but I did wind up as an assassin. Unfortunately was very good at it. Also not a job I took by choice, but now it's the skill people first think of when it comes to me. I wouldn't wish that on anyone so I'm sorry you got roped into it too."

[ssbardock]

The Saiyan is talking to everyone in this city to find out more information. He couldn't be the only new person in this place."

"Completely new."

Expect Sara to see a towering plate of food near the Saiyan at the table, Bardock doesn't care if he's seen as gross considering he eats that way anyway.

[canaria]

“You're in for some interesting stuff, in that case.” Some good, some bad. She's also seen more questionable plates of food, so that doesn't make her blink.

“Fast metabolism? Like a speedster?” She nods towards the food.

[ssbardock]

"I'm a Saiyan."

He's still shoveling food into his mouth.

"You can say we need to eat to keep up how much we fight."

A few plates fall to the ground and crash.

[canaria]

“If you're ever in the mood for a sparring partner, I'm down for a challenge.” She's been a regular face at the gyms here in the past, no reason to change now.

Without a broom nearby, she swipes a knife and with a flick of her wrist, stretches it out into a longer shape of metal, and uses it to collect up the crashed plates into a neater pile. Teamwork?

[ssbardock]

Bardock stopped for a second mid-breath as he smirked "You are on. I always need a new sparring partner. Catch me by the Colosseum.

But what catches his eye is that the lady picked up a knife and she was able to change the knife into a larger device to collect the plates. "I've never seen something like that. Is that magic or powers?"

[canaria]

“Absolutely.” She agrees.

“Powers. I didn't come with them in my home universe, but it's with me now. Metal manipulation is what it is. That and a sonic level scream and ... turning into a canary because jokes I guess; I had a code name of Canary in what feels like a past life. Or five.”

[ssbardock]

Bardock listened "So you..can gain powers here, somehow? That's different..."

"Then i guess you can lose powers here i guess too."

[canaria]

“It's fucks with powers often, yes, no matter where they came from. Annoying side effect, I suppose.”