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

[doesnotsparkle]

The lack of reaction was really making him feel better about this world. While he shouldn't be too shocking back home, he was a bit infamous back in his world as a vampire murderer. But, he always assumes it's how he looks, a far cry from the man he had once been. He had once seen Scott's beams aimed at him, but not the same Scott that Peter knew, of course.

"Clearly not, but I am told everyone feels that way as they get older." He mused a little, he was in his 30's so, of course, he judged some music, but not heavily. "I'm Michael, by the way. New here too?"

[silversneakers]

"I'm not that old though." In his case, it's more like he's from an earlier time period than the one of this city, so he's just living in his present.

"Peter. I was actually here before."

[doesnotsparkle]

"How old are you?" He had to ask curiously. Some Meta's age differently, he should also know better than to assume with silver hair, but here they were.

"Nice to meet you, has much changed that you see?"

[silversneakers]

"Um." That question isn't as easy to answer as it had once been, between his time here and the displacement of dates between here and home, and other factors. "About 27." Not old enough to have hair that color, anyway.

"Not that I've seen, other than that everything is dustier and the Magistrates have changed."