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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.
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Still figuring out the rules. At least, until she breaks them.]
The story I hear is that it's the megaverse nexus of several Einstein-Rosen bridges.
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Something inside of her lights up, just a little bit.]
As far as I can tell, they aren't perpetual. Still working on a pattern other than "activates at random with no discernable target."
[She doesn't really believe in random.]
And some people have experienced them before.
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So, what, it's magic? Well, [with a little handwaggle] significantly advanced science indistinguishable from magic, depending. [Because the science behind an Einstein-Rosen bridge is (apparently) sound, but the Bifrost coulda been magic, and the Tesseract sure fucking was something indistinguishable from magic.] Maybe there isn't exactly a pattern as far as timing goes. People ended up here for a reason, right? Someone has to bring them here.
[They can't actually have all just willingly walked here. That's...spooky and crazy, right?]
Guessing nobody's ever actually seen someone arrive? No big rainbow lights in the sky or visible holes where a spaceship's jumped in from outside atmo?
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Everyone arrives alone and asleep. No witnesses.
The closest I can get to anyone being in charge are these "Magistrates." But I'm not sure they're the ones behind whatever is powering the device or devices.
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[If there's equipment like that here in the city. If there's anyone here eggheaded enough to use that equipment and interpret the results.]
Sounds like you've got some experience.
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[And it suddenly occurs to her that she has no idea who this guy is.]
Are you a physicist, dude?
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[He has no real powers, nothing supernatural or superhuman, but aside from his aim? It's the power of underestimation. Sometimes it's not letting people know how smart you are. Sometimes it's just plain not thinking you're all that smart. He knows he comes at problems from an angle, sees things that others might not or phrases them in surprising ways.]
But bridges are kinda less theoretical. Where I'm from. Just not sure how one goes about punching a hole in spacetime, or folding space, or making a wormhole, or whatever.
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[It's getting easier and easier to say "in my world." Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Who the fuck knows?]
I'm not sure if it's these Magistrates pushing the button, though.
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He supposes if he's going to talk shop about the crazy physics of this place with a stranger, they maybe should stop being strangers. Not everyone acts like they're stuck here, or like this is strange, but some do.] I'm Clint. [No point really in giving an alias if this might not even be the same galaxy as home.] Hey, if this party sucks as much as it looks like, at least it lets some of us assholes who don't appreciate being kidnapped across a bridge meet.
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So she offers him a hand.]
Sam. Proud asshole since 1994.
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Proud asshole since let's not put numbers on anything. You'll reach that age someday.
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She gives his hand a firm shake, pulling back herself.]
Well. Us assholes need to stick together. Or something.