iterumrp | 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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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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