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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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[This isn't the first time Clint's come to somewhere new, and he knows it won't be the last. He's just never been this welcomed as a kidnapee. He can even leave the apartment, and the building! So that's weird. And beyond suspect.

He'd prefer not to paint a target on his back, though, and tries to blend in. Asks subtle questions here and there. Picks up a paper (and doesn't buy it, puts it back) to flip through the local news. Gets a feel for the landscape he's found himself in, retractable sword tucked into one jacket pocket, throwing knife so kindly gifted in his box o' goodies in another pocket. Takes in geography, street names, major landmarks, trying to place where this is, and failing spectacularly.

Things that are going to happen, several times: Clint will find the edge of the city, and go beyond it into the fog, only to find himself frustrated and confused and right back where he came from, even though he swears he never once turned around; and Clint will be making his way across rooftops around the city, getting a better vantage point of it all (and potentially getting the idea to scale the Tower at some point).]

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[If he's been invited to some kind of official shindig, he thinks it's a trap, and of course he's going. And he's kind of relieved that he's just in casual clothes when he shows up, because...uh...]

Seen better parties out of a suburban garage. [Unimpressed, needless to say.] Not exactly rolling out the red carpet and introducing the welcoming committee, huh?

[He will eat and drink nothing, but he'll take a drink to look like he's participating. While trying to keep an eye out for anyone who looks Important to make note of/stalk/keep tabs on later.]

[ Lorna's multiversal passport is so full she's almost lost track of when and where she's been. Almost. But she is also exploring this place, and finds a decent enough cup of coffee from a café, which she takes up to a rooftop.

She can user her mutant ability (magnetism/metal manipulation) to fly, so that's how she gets up there. When she lands, she sees she's not the only one with the idea, as someone else with their back to her is also up there. She can sense the metals on him. ]

Do you always carry an armory on you on rooftops?

[ She asks casually, as she takes a sip of her coffee. She figures it's a heck of a conversation starter. If he turns around, the first thing he'll probably notice is her long green hair, including eyebrows and lashes. Yes, it's naturally that color. Otherwise her outfit is mostly simple: long sleeved white shirt, jeans, knee high black boots with a thick heel. ]

[His hand very much grips the throwing knife in his pocket, but he doesn't pull it. Wisely. Boy howdy when he turns, he definitely notices all of that green. Hm. Punk? Powered? Powered punk? He can dig it.

He smiles in a polite way.] It's like I packed for a weekend trip, carrying light. [So, yes, he does.] Am I blocking the spectacular view? [Of gritty city buildings in the morning haze. very wow.]

[ Without missing a beat: ]

You're not standing in front of a mirror, so no, you're not blocking the spectacular view.

[ always be your own hype person, call yourself attractive at any chance, etc. ]

Optimistic about the weekend, though. [ She's pretty sure they're gonna be here a lot longer. ]

[Okay, Stark.]

Wouldn't you know it, I left my attache case of guns in my other jacket. [Or his quiver of trick arrows, potayto potahto.] Can I help you with something?

[ She laughs. ]

Not really, I just picked a rooftop to chill on and have a hard time resisting being sarcastically hilarious.

[ She's honest, at least. She figures she owes an introduction, though - a real one. ]

Hi, I'm Lorna Dane, sometimes known as Polaris.

Oh, you got a codename. Lemmie guess, [he doesn't have to guess] you didn't exactly take the stairs to get up here. You fly?

Yep. Magnetism is a hell of a hack. Do you fly too? [ it's a slightly reasonable assumption? ]

Nah. Came up the old fashioned way. [Once upon a time, that meant casually scaling a building, or using a grapple arrow. Now it's stairs and fire escapes. Work smarter, not harder.] I'm Clint. [Only polite, he figures, though he's not looking to advertise Last Name, Codename like her.]

How's magnetism work with flying? You packing a lot more metal than you look, or you psychically latch on to a flag pole, or what?

Whatever works. [ She flashes a quick half smile. ]

When it was amateur hour when I was a teenager, yeah that's how I did it. Still a solid back up, though. Now it's more ... pushing off the magnetic fields.

[ ~~it's comic science bullshit.~~ ]

Do you not fly but have other powers? Or just, nothing in general?

You're packing that much juice you can tap into the Earth's magnetic fields? [He lets out a low whistle. Okay, definitely not using any swords or knives with her. If he's ever in a fight, it'll have to be carbon fiber arrow tips...hm.

Maybe stop thinking about how to fight someone you've just met, bud.]

I got a power. A lotta people call it walking. [Oh, someone thinks he's funny.] I've got the wild ability to lift my knees, something I'm thankful for every day. [Because, hey, not everyone can! And he frankly should be long dead or so battered as to be unable to himself! Maybe his power is the universe seems to not want him to die. But, even if he did have any kind of power, he'd be uninterested in giving away a potential advantage just like that.

Improbably high accuracy does not count as a power.]

[ She can utilize it in such creative ways that she, frankly, doesn't care about holding it close to her chest. ]

You would think that would mean people back on my earth would rather piss off the Avengers than the X-Men, but nooo. Go pick a fight with the mutants every time. Sure. Great. Cool.

[ she doesn't even know he's some earth's Avenger; to be fair, even if she did, she would still semi-roast the Avengers. Not as much as Emma Frost, but whatever. ]

Is that what legs are for? Damn, I never knew. [ She's playful teasing now. ] Impressive f-e-a-t, or -f-e-e-t you have there.

[ ba dum tsh. ]

Yeah? The Avengers don't have enough people that you shouldn't piss off? Don't they got a big green guy that can't die?

[Be cool. He doesn't know what the X-Men are. ~~But now that we are Legally Allowed To Say Mutants...!~~ So maybe things are...different? Where she's from? When she's from? Better to get a feel for what they are as she sees them.]

Ugh, let's not talk about impressive feet; some weirdo from the internet might overhear.

[don't act like wikifeet for superheroes wouldn't exist]

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[Okay, so Sam was kind of expecting something like Court back home. Stiff and formal. This is definitely better. Better as far as a fucking multidimensional kidnapping goes, anyway. At least there aren't a lot of stuffed shirts giving her the stinkeye over her hair, her ripped jeans, her chipped black nail polish.

It's harder to sulk that she was expecting.

She still keeps her posture closed off, arms folded tight across her chest as she skulks around the room, looking for something, anything, familiar. Instead, all she sees are a lot of people as fucking confused as she is.

For some reason, her eyes settle on the guy who looks strangely like a potato to her. She can appreciate someone making their lack of enthusiasm clear. So she leans against the wall by him, shrugging one shoulder.]

It could all be worse. I mean, it could be fucking Los Angeles. That would be way worse.

[He scrunches his face.] Man, I would absolutely take LA over this. Not the traffic, but I haven't seen if this place turns into a gridlock come rush hour yet, so. [He'll take anywhere he's been before--hm. He'll take most places he's been before to this unknown bullshit.]

You're way more fucking tolerant than I am.

[Which is...not saying much. Sam's kind of grouchy, these days. Rightfully so, given all the shit that's happened to her.]

But let's meet in the middle. Both LA and this place are bullshit.

Yeah, maybe. [Vehemently disagrees, actually, because what the actual fuck is this city, even, but he won't say that at this moment.] Might be the nowhere city for kidnapped people might be a little bit worse.

[Fewer vampires. But she decides now isn't the time to open that particular Pandora's Box.

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.

Shit, really? Are they perpetually active, or only so far as to rope people in? ['Megaverse' might be the thing that he doesn't really understand, but he knows a Bifrost when he hears it.] The amount of energy that's gotta produce must be off the charts; someone out there has to know where this is. For a given definition of 'where', I s'pose.

[Hey, someone who speaks her language. That's a pleasant surprise.

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.

I'm getting that impression. [That some people have "returned" or "come back" like they were always here.]

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?

[She shakes her head, easily falling into the conversation like she's known Mr. Potato Head her whole life.]

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.

If anyone's gonna know anything specific, they're the best place to start. But if there are any independent labs that can detect bursts of energy, or isolate specific energy signatures, could be a start.

[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.

With assholes, yes. With Einstein-Rosen bridges...they were pretty much just theoretical to me until a few days ago.

[And it suddenly occurs to her that she has no idea who this guy is.]

Are you a physicist, dude?

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