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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.

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She had made the mistake of popping something in her mouth after she'd finished talking and now had to lift a few fingers in silent ask to wait as she cleared her mouth, pressing them against her lips as she does so.

"It would be terribly rude of me to go throwing you into that particular deep end without knowing what you've experienced in the greater wide worlds. Graspin' reality is a bitch, honestly." It wasn't a complicated answer, only a high level kind of perspective at realties in general and the understanding of how some of them intersect. Devi had lost her mind once or twice over trying to understand it over the years, so she was careful about being too blunt with the topic with people she didn't know.

"I'm glad they didn't make us wear nametags this time but maybe I can see why they used to. This your first time Travelin', Mr...?"

Damien waits, glancing to where the food is as he debates grabbing a plate, himself. He gives up on the notion, if only for the time being, as she continues, his eyebrows resuming their previously arched, curious position. They immediately lower a second later -- clearly he doesn't appreciate the insinuation that he may not be able to understand multiverse theory.

(If Lust wasn't his sin, Pride sure would be.)

"Brenks," he answers a little shortly, that in mind. "And this isn't my first rodeo, no. I spent the last nine months or so living in a fledgling pocket dimension."

Give or take. Time had been strange in the Void. It had taken it some amount of it to figure out how it worked in the first place.

Her eyebrows lift, nodding faintly in approval, utterly ignoring the change in his expression otherwise.

"You'd be surprised how many people are fresh off their proverbial boat. Good to know. Next question-" Yes, there was a list, in order of contextual priority. "-And this one is kinda the-" Her free hand spreads. The Big One. "-Did you come straight from there to here? Or do you find yourself in a.. waiting waystation kind of situation."

To his credit, he relaxes again fairly quickly.

"I was there; I woke up here." No waiting waystation involved. Since she mentions one, though, the logical leap in this case is, "I'm going to guess you got the whole cosmic waiting room experience?"

"Yes and no. Yes in the overall idea, no in the waiting room experience - I go back to one particular place; Integra Arms Hotel, Twisted Street. And with no one to piggyback out of the world on, I get stuck there until I'm ferried away to another sublime and weird ass experience."

She didn't begrudge it all, even if it left her alone with herself and Sickness for months and years on end at a time.

"Like my home reality was broken somewhere along its way, scattered across the multiverse." She shrugs and pops a grape into her mouth. "So - shit food."

He takes a moment to consider that, lips pressing into a thin line. After a moment, he asks, "I take it you didn't have any contact with the outside world while you were on house arrest? No TV, no internet?"

He thinks he might be able to entertain himself if he could at least digitally reach out and touch someone. It wouldn't even have to be someone from his own reality, which he imagines it wouldn't be in her case, if she had a way of getting out like that, for all she claims her reality was fractured. Still, something would be nice. It'd keep the implications there from being entirely horrifying.

"There was no outside world to have contact with. The Street was consumed by the void, the breakdown of the reality that supported the structure of it. So no - I haven't caught up on tv or the internet in.. Well, I don't know, really. It's been a while. Are people still using IRC chat?"

It would put her in the mid 90's at best.

"Anyway, I paint. And talk to myself, so if you catch me mid conversation, its with the proverbial mouse in my pocket." Don't think about it too much. It was truly fucking terrible.

"Mind if I ask When you're from?"

He blinks.

"My God, that's horrifying."

Is he talking about the fact that she had no outside contact or the fact that he hasn't used IRC in somewhere approaching twenty years? Who knows. His point stands, either way.

It takes him a moment, then, to regain his equilibrium.

"Originally, though?" Since the Void didn't really have a concept of year. "Chicago, 2013. It was November when I left the first time."

"Yeah, but the cannolis I get when I get out," she says with a gesture towards the food table before popping another bite into her mouth. Gotta look at the bright side, otherwise shit gets really heavy.

"Oh shit, 2013, nice. Always good to know humanity is goin' strong. Good news is that you won't freeze anything off in the winters out here but we do get snow. It's only been about fifteen years, the difference, that's not bad. And don't worry, the only technology advancements I'm interested in are in the arts and the computers that support it .. and holograms but that's a daydream for fun." She grabs another bite but uses it to gesture vaguely at him as she continues.

"You mentioned fledgling pocket dimension. Star rating, one to five, how's this place doing in comparison."

"I won't miss the Lake Effect, that's for sure."

He wasn't a fan of winters with two feet of snow even before his disability. Now, it's a joke trying to get out of the house in the winter -- or was. The Void may have figured out snowfall on the mountaintops, but it hadn't hit them with a blizzard by the time he'd left. Either way, a little snow is fine. He's a lot less interested in feet, though.

Making a face, that in mind, he glances back to the table when she gestures. He knows that not-quite-point was meant for him, but he uses it as an excuse to finally help himself to some of the food as he thinks about how to answer that. The Void was many things, but he already feels Akechi's absence -- and the loss of the opportunity to fix his leg.

"Jury's out," he decides, at length, that in mind. "I can tell you I appreciate being able to fuck around on my phone again, if nothing else."

The Void hadn't really figured out what a cell phone was used for, and when his phone was his bread and butter back home, that had been immensely frustrating.

"I don't know what that is." An easy admittance, but Devi had never lived near bodies of water, to say nothing of bodies of water that would be large enough to manifest that weather pattern. She was smart enough to garner that it had something to do with Winter Weather.

She can't help but smile crookedly at Damien finally digging into the food - she didn't trust people that didn't eat - and pops another bite into her mouth herself.

"Give it a few weeks, we'll get to see how spicy these folks want to make things. Might not have time for fuckin' around on your phone.." She leans in a little, speaking slightly softer. "Is the internet huge now?"

Damien makes a vague gesture with a danish he's picked up. "What causes all the snow."

He puts the pastry on his plate, and glances back at her as he reaches for something else. At the question, he can't help but grin. "But God, yes. Anything you could ever want, you can find online -- or find a way to get to it. It's all of human knowledge in the palm of your hand."

And their money. And their dirty little secrets. And ...

The snow was ignored - she hadn't ever lived with it and was happily ignorant in her 'how bad could it be' mindset. Her eyes widen, brightening with almost impish curiosity as she rolls the answer over in her head.

"Knowledge is power-" Always would be, always had been. How one got that information, that knowledge, that's what differed. "I guess I'll have to look into it and see if I can't get up to the modern times. Find out what happened to flip phones and floppy disks. See what kind of art people are making now days. That's what I'm interested in."

"No argument." Knowledge is power, and one he sorely misses already, finding himself somewhere new and different a second time. He'll get there, though. For now, he just lets out a bark of a laugh at the mention of floppy disks. "God, I haven't used a floppy disk in decades, though -- or a flip phone.

"You've seen the phones they gave us, haven't you?" He doesn't realize that hers probably still looks like a flip phone. He just assumes everyone got a shiny new smartphone.

"What do you mean? I assumed everyone got the same shit-" She digs into her pocket to produce exactly what he expects - a Nokia flip phone that could survive the apocalypse. Late 90's at the lastest, so it connected to the internet at least.

"Makes calls, lets me do what I want and I've got a computer for the rest. Pretty snazzy tech for a - a sketch pad that connects, things like that." She wasn't totally in the technical stone age, that was something. But she was curious as to what he had, eyes flicking expectantly for him to reach for his own.

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