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

[needsabreak]

He definitely wouldn't mind 'hands on' at this point. If someone could just point him in the direction of something he's supposed to shoot at, he'd feel a lot more in control of this situation.

"Okay... so... close to human but genetically slightly different? Like, uh, cavemen kind of?" He's trying so hard, you have no idea.

He takes a little too long to answer her question and then ends up letting out a sigh. The answer was obviously 'no'.

"You mentioned science experiments gone wrong. it's kind of like that, but these experiments went exactly like they were supposed to and turned bodies into weapons. Biological warfare. That's how it started anyway. Then it evolved into being able to be applied to the living. People aren't really people anymore after they're infected," He pauses, seeming to go somewhere else for a moment before blinking and continuing, "Most people aren't people anymore. They lose their sentience, can be controlled, or are just instinct.

Other than that. Yeah, humans."

[geomagnetically]

“Yeah, something like that. Everything a human is, but with genetically-gifted powers - or appearance. This green hair did not come from dye from Hot Topic.”

Her eyebrows raise at his explanation. “So someone decided, hey why not desecrate corpses For Science, and then somehow make it even worse?” That sounds, well, horrifying, to her. To not know who might be next, or to live in that torture. “Any chance there's a vaccine or prevention for that?”

[needsabreak]

"Wow, that's... honestly, pretty amazing. So the species is literally evolving through mutations," He doesn't quite understand that the mutations aren't all the same but evolution, to him, meant adapting, so the species was changing and getting stronger in his mind.

"Well, not 'For Science' really. For... 'biological warfare' is probably more accurate. Sending an infected person into an enemy city to die or get killed and then..." He'll let her imagine the rest.

"There've been as many vaccines as there have been new viruses made. Seems every week there's some new terrorist group with a new virus," He sounds more tired than anything else.

[geomagnetically]

“Jeez.” A pause. “At best that sounds like it should be a violation of some international code of conduct.” And she thought she'd seen all types of classifications of war crimes and human rights violations. Turns out, nope, it can be worse.

“There's gotta be a group working to fight all that, though, right?” Some sliver of hope.

[needsabreak]

"Well, yeah, that's why they're called terrorists," He answers dryly, obviously being a little bit of a smart ass.

"Mm. There are. There's an international group focused on fighting bioterrorism. And the US government is-," He takes a breath as he looks for a politically acceptable way to phrase this, "-protecting its interests - investigating and destroying any threats to the American people."

[geomagnetically]

“Oh, oh — I know that phrasing. That means genocide against its own people, right?” Politically acceptable, meet Lorna Dane, the bluntest person and always ready to rip facades off things. “The international group sounds maybe a little more halfway useful.”

[needsabreak]

"Not..." He pauses and sighs a little because she's not wrong, "-exactly."

"The international group can be pretty useful but they run into some jurisdiction issues. Generally, a country has to want them there. And governments aren't always forthcoming when it comes to outbreaks," Mostly because it usually turns out those same governments were funding the research that led to the outbreak.

"Either way, it's complicated."