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

Lorna Dane — open

[geomagnetically]

Nine times out of ten, Lorna knows how and why she's been tossed to another time or place. There's the occasional whoopsie, though, because Shit Happens on superhero teams back home.

And now she's showing up to a party in fairly casual dress, because frankly she can barely be bothered to dress up nice for the Hellfire Galas back home. She's in a black crop top, grey skinny jeans with aesthetic holes in them, and black flat shoes. Her green hair is pulled up in a messy bun that looks less aesthetic messy and more 'I could barely find a hairtie so this is as good as you get'.

Her opening comment upon arrival, should anyone be near enough to overhear her is: "Oh, those smiley faces are creepy. Right?"

Otherwise? She mingles, she usually has a drink in hand.

[needsabreak]

Leon looks like he's accidentally happened across the party on his way back to his apartment and he's standing by the sign as Lorna passes. He's definitely not dressed for a party, wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans.

"Yeah, they are. I don't even like the whole 'Chosen' thing. Sounds culty," He says, making a face.

"I'm guessing you're one of those? 'A Chosen'? Someone from outside the City, let's go with that."

[geomagnetically]

Who needs to be dressed for a party? Not them, that's who.

“Oh, it's definitely some cult shit, and I would bet money on that. But yeah, I'm not from here at all; a version of earth that's way more than just one city - though, multiverse travelling is pretty common. You?”

[needsabreak]

Her offhand comment about their only being this city and nothing else catches him offguard. It's something he hadn't realized, or considered. Why would he?

"Wait. What do you mean just one city? Like... we can't leave or there's nothing else beyond this place?" He's getting to the point where nothing will really surprise him about this place. The whole thing is bizarre.

"Huh. You're not the first person I've spoken to who mentioned multiple universes. Can't say I ever thought that kind of thing was real. I'm also from... an Earth, I guess. Feels weird to say it that way."

[geomagnetically]

“Trying to leave has been an absolute bust, so yeah. This is all we get, apparently.” She makes a face. Lucky them.

“The multiverse can be a bitch and a half, so you might be better off not having had the chance to be flung through time and space like that, honestly. Most of the time I feel like that meme of the guy in front of a board with red strings all over it and looks like he hasn't slept in days and is living on caffeine or possibly MDMA.” A short pause, then: “What's your earth like?”

[needsabreak]

"One of the people in charge - what do they call themselves here? Magisters? - she said we were here to complete some purpose. Again, I feel like they'd benefit from less culty language. But if we do whatever the City brought us here to do, then we get sent home. Have you heard anything about that?"

Sorry, party or not, he's not about to pass up the opportunity to gather as much information as he can.

"You feel like what?" He's completely lost, "A 'meme'?"

He shakes his head, not following.

"What's my earth like," He echoes, finding the question overwhelming at best, "I guess... okay, it's not super different than this city. Uh, there are cities that kind of look like this. New York, LA, DC. The technology seems pretty similar."

He's going to leave out the viruses, bio organic weapons, and zombies for now.

"What about you?"

[geomagnetically]

“No, but I didn't have the patience to entertain that network post from one of them, because PR stunts from captors is not my style, so if they said something in there about it, I missed that shit. Knowing that along with everything else though, I can't decide if that sounds more like Scientology or Mojoworld. Pick your circle of hell, basically.” She sighs.

“A meme is like .. a funny post on the internet, usually including either simple or questionable humor or both. As for my earth, I guess my earth is kinda like it too. We have cities, tech, but we also have more than average humans there - we have mutants, inhumans, and other species.”

[needsabreak]

He tilts his head, expression shifting to one of deep understanding and respect. The fact that she can see through the bullshit with ease is refreshing.

"I can't say I know what either of those things are, but agreed. Their PR stunt was mostly bullshit but she did answer some questions. Whether there's any truth behind what she said is debatable, of course," But it's a start.

"Oh, got it. I didn't realize those were called something," Memes. A new word to add to his vocabulary.

He maintains a neutral expression as she brings up mutants, inhumans and other species but his mind is racing. Could she be from his world? Or maybe a world where the virus affected more people? 'Other species' is an odd way to refer to BOWs though.

"What made people into mutants or inhumans?"

[geomagnetically]

“Never google either of them and consider yourself blessed for it. Veeeery curated answers I'm sure, but if you can find an iota of truth in them, hell yeah.” She just doesn't have the capacity to dig for it from sketchy people like the ones in charge here. She'd roll her eyes too much.

“Comes down to different genes than homo sapiens, really. There's a lot of scientific jargon and nuance between the two, and then between them and humans, that I won't bore you with, but basically, they have abilities - superpowers, that can be anything under the sun.” She swipes a fork from the nearest table. “Like me? I'm a mutant.” that fork then suddenly twists into a spiral.

[needsabreak]

Once again, he's not positive what she means by 'googling' things but he feels like he already made himself look like an idiot already and this didn't seem overly important.

"They were definitely curated but even if there's a hint of truth in things like that, it's worthwhile. I don't really know anything about this place, so any sliver of information seems worth it at this point," He sighs.

"Different genes?" He squints slightly, trying to follow along with that she's saying, "How did their genes end up different? Are you saying people are born with different genes or do people manipulate the genes?"

He's not a scientist, but he's pretty sure that's what the viruses do, change the structure of a person's DNA and twists them into a monster.

He watches with a guarded expression as she twists the fork she's holding without apparently doing anything to it.

[geomagnetically]

She nods slightly as if to concede that fair point about information. Maybe she's just more a hands on type personally.

“For mutants, it's born.” The terrigen mist thing makes the inhumans a little harder to answer on that question. So she leaves that one there. “It's not like a science experiment gone wrong thing, or a you accidentally touched a weird space rock thing, or a whoopsies you went through an unknown magic portal and came out changed thing. Although, I won't say shit like that hasn't happened to some people.” Because dear god she can think of a handful of examples of the top of her head for those categories.

“Is it just average humans where you're from?”

[silversneakers]

Peter is also not one for getting dressed up if he doesn't have to. Jeans and 80s rock band t-shirts (today it's Rush) are sufficient for him (along with top-of-the-line running shoes, of course). Instead of a drink he has a plate full of food, which never seems to get any emptier despite the fact that he is clearly eating from it.

"Honestly, they're one of the least creepy things about this place."

assuming we are keeping tdm?

[geomagnetically]

“Seriously? It looks like shit straight out of a horror movie where everyone goes to prom and a killer chases them or some shit.” She laughs softly. “Like a - hey welcome to your death hope you brought your best party face on - thing.”

“You also know I have to ask what's the best snack at this party, too.”

works for me

[silversneakers]

He considers this for a moment, then shrugs. "Yeah." It seems pretty par for the course with Magistrate-sponsored events around here. Not that the Magistrates would ever admit it.

He points at something wrapped in flaky pastry. "Those. Absolutely the best."

[geomagnetically]

“I'm about to go grab some, then. If the party's gonna be creepy, I'm going to eat something in the process at least.”

She gives a half smile again.

“And hopefully nothing funky in them, either.”

[silversneakers]

"Good plan." He's always one for free food, even when offered at creepy parties.

"I haven't noticed anything." But with his metabolism, the effects might be gone almost as fast as they're apparent.

[geomagnetically]

“Good enough for me. Let's go raid the snacks and drinks again. You probably need a refill soon anyway.” She teases slightly.

“I guess kinda speaking of, how do you manage in a place like this? Being confined to one city might be maddening enough for people who can't zip across the world in no time, but.” But for him it's gotta feel like a smaller box. Concern shows in her tone.

[silversneakers]

"Yeah, I'm almost done with this plate." If anyone else said it, it would be facetious. But Peter really will make short work of the tower of food on his plate.

"I got to know the city pretty well not long after I got here." Zipping from one spot to another hadn't taken him much time at all. "I just find other things to do while I'm here. Like the arcade that I own."

[geomagnetically]

She smiles and leads the way. “I'd challenge you to a game of pinball or DDR, but I know better. Doesn't mean it still wouldn't be a funny attempt. What's the place called?”

[silversneakers]

Everybody in the room would probably find it amusing, too, to watch her attempt, although he could of course choose to do it like a normal person. "It's just Quicksilver Arcade." So pretty obvious for people in the know.

[geomagnetically]

“When's the grand tour? I'll tryyyy not to cramp your style, I guess.” She teases lightly.

Re: Lorna Dane — open

[ssbardock]

Bardock isn't exactly fond of parties and instead of a nice suit or whatever, the Saiyan at least looks cleaned up, less injuries on himself from fighting Chilled.

"So who are you?" The Saiyan crosses his arms with a slightly impatient frown on his face.

[geomagnetically]

“Lorna Dane. Newer arrival, not dead yet and kinda surprised. You?” She offers a quick nod.

[ssbardock]

"I'm... Bardock.. I'm new to this place as well. "

[geomagnetically]

“Nice to meet ya. maybe we can find out some of the secrets of this place as a team or something. Two heads being better than one and all.”