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

[needsabreak]

It's an overload of information. Each time he feels like he's digested what she's just said, she's piling more on. He ends up mouthing the word 'magic' in tired disbelief. But he does believe her, because everything here so far has been batshit insane. Sure, why not magic?

"Uh. Ok," He's not sure what else to say, "Congrats? I haven't died yet either."

[canaria]

Understandable, really, because Shit Does Get Weird. “Last I remember, death isn't exactly permanent here either, so here's to not breaking that streak.” She smiles again. “I'm guessing you weren't here before?” Or maybe he'd been here and gone before she'd first arrived.

[needsabreak]

"What do you mean by that?" It obviously puts him on edge. Where he's from, that sounds a lot like zombies, "What happens when someone dies here?"

"Yeah. First time. Sounds like you know a thing or two about this place."

[canaria]

“A disorienting wake-up-a-few-days-later-in-the-morgue thing. It could be worse, sure, but that's still not, you know, an idea of a great time.” She frowns slightly thinking about it again.

“Maybe a thing or two. Not sure what I'll do here this time around, but I'm sure I'll find something. Creepy shit aside because it's a given, what do you think of this place so far overall?”

[needsabreak]

Yeah, that sounds a lot like zombies. The muscles in his jaw go taut as he listens.

"When people 'come back'... are they the same? Or have they... changed?" So subtle.

"Creepy shit?" Not that he hadn't learned about quite a bit of weird, creepy shit, he just wants to make sure he hasn't missed anything.

"It's... I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say. We've been kidnapped and we're being held against our will. Just because the cage is the size of a city doesn't change that. I guess, I don't like it much," He shrugs. The city itself was fine for the most part but the situation that had them here definitely wasn't.

[canaria]

“Well, no one came back with ten extra arms or three heads, or anything like that. So, it was the same I'd say, aside from being a hardcore nap.” There are easier ways to get some rest, she thinks. Not like she's one to talk.

“Fair point. These digs are a lot smaller than, say, having nearly all of time and space at one's hand. There's a lot worse, but there's a lot better too.”

[needsabreak]

He actually looks genuinely relieved at hearing that and gives her a nod.

"Okay, well, that's not too bad. Weird, but not too bad," Why was this becoming the narrative of this place?

"Eh, it's more the kidnapping part that sucks and less what the cage is like.

I'm curious though. 'Last time' what did you do around here?"

[canaria]

“For fun or work? Because those intersected way too often.” It's a joke but not really a joke. “Gardening, because while I have no magical skill, I can make stuff with varying natural effects. Patrolling around rooftops at night because this shit gets weird when the sun goes down. Finding a nightclub to work as a chanteuse, because it's a fun inside joke when one of your powers - that I did not come with in my home universe - is a sonic-level scream. You'd think I'd pick up a normal hobby like sewing or something, but nah.”

[needsabreak]

"Both?" He shrugs a little, but she's off and running.

"Okay, so... keeping busy. Where are you able to garden around here? Do you just mean in pots?" All he's seen or heard about so far are apartment dwellings.

"Shit gets weird at night... so you go wandering around on rooftops. What happens when you find whatever you're looking for? Do you scream at it?" She did just say she had some crazy powerful scream; he swears he's not being misogynistic.

[canaria]

“Mostly yes to the first. The second, yes - screaming or punching it, or my batons; there's options.” She shrugs slightly.

“How about you - what's your usual thing to do, that you may continue here?”

[needsabreak]

"Uh, not so sure about hobbies yet. I mean, I've been jogging and the City seems safe enough to do that.

I'm working at the shooting range. It's... alright. Can't really complain," Riveting stuff, he knows.

[canaria]

“Well, if you ever get bored enough and want some extra company for either of those, I'm always down to take a break from screaming at problems.” She will now call it nothing else, thank you for this gem.

[needsabreak]

"Yeah, of course. Anytime you need a break from screaming, I'd love for you to drop by the range. There are some gyms in the area. I wouldn't mind sparring if you promised not to scream at me. Gotta stay sharp," He says with a smirk, since he's pretty sure nothing he's fought would care much if he tried screaming at them.