week 0 - arrival

[vicedirector]

seven vices arrival ♫ saturday & sunday 36 players remaining You remember happening upon something awful and nauseating. What it was, precisely, is lost to you, but you have the instinctive feeling that by escaping from it, you've avoided something terrible. When you open your eyes, you find yourself laying in bed in a dark, dusty room, facing a digital alarm clock. Its face, reading 12:01, is one of the only sources of light in the room. The other comes from the window, shadows flickering about. Opening the blinds will reveal that it is nighttime, and what looks to be a massive bonfire has been lit in the street at the front of the building. A wooden talisman hangs around your neck, with one of seven symbols carved on the back. Attempting to take off the talisman will result in a wave of intense dread, and the all-too-familiar nausea. A brass key engraved with a unique room number lays on the bedside table beside the clock, as well. But you won't get any answers just sitting in your room all night. >Investigate? This is an open mingle for arrival in the town. Waking up just after midnight on Saturday, characters will have the weekend to explore and socialize before the plot begins. The profiles and IC rulebooks (both the personal ones and the public one at the chapel) have not been revealed/given out yet. The kitchen will still 'prepare' breakfast on these days, and the bonfire will burn continuously into the daytime. Per items: smaller items that a character could easily carry with them will be in their rooms. Animals and larger objects will either be waiting outside or in the hotel lobby. cast setting

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[symbologic]

[MAYBE HE LIKES STANDING NEXT TO MYSTERIOUS VOIDS?? YOU GOT A PROBLEM? Maybe you shouldn't be flying into them, ya weirdo. At least Faize is quick on his feet, ducking down with barely a moment to spare as the dragon soars over his head.]

[Once the danger has passed, he straightens back up, facing the girl and her dragon and looking somewhat hesitant. He places a hand on the hilt of his rapier, not drawing it yet but YOU KNOW...who is this chick and how did she come out of the void? That's hella suspicious.]

I'm alright, yes. Though I must ask that you explain yourself. Where did you come from?

[brawlhalla]

[ Ah...don't attack her, Faize, she would enjoy it too much. Battles are her jam. Also, the dragon might take offense - or might let Astrid have her fun, who knows. Astrid, however, just jerks her thumb over her shoulder. ]

The other side. We flew into it to see if that would...

[ you know. change the results????

why is astrid crazy enough to fly into a void? because she is a viking from berk. even the only sane men in berk are pretty fucking crazy when it comes to self-preservation instincts. ]

Anyway, apparently it just...I have no idea how it works. It's seiðr, has to be.

[ Magic. Norse-magic, ancient magic, stuff Gothi might know about, but which Astrid sure as hell doesn't. ]

[symbologic]

[Well at least her answer seems to put him at ease, and he removes his hand from the hilt. Okay, so...she's probably not the person responsible for this, but someone stuck in the same position.]

[Someone crazy though, because REALLY who just flies into an unknown void???]

I see. I am unfamiliar with the term...seither? [Close, but not quite. A good pronunciation attempt though.] Could you please elaborate? Whatever language you are using must be too ancient for my translator to recognize.

[Or maybe his translator is just broken? Who really knows.]

[brawlhalla]

Your translator?

[ Astrid gives him a puzzled look, but crosses her arms. ]

It's... [ She tries to think of a better term. ] Powers beyond the usual person. The ability to call storms, or see the future, or that sort of thing.

[symbologic]

Yes. [He raises a hand to one of his bizarre, metallic-looking ears.] I am only fluent in Eldarian. If not for my translator, I would not be able to understand any of you. And none of you would be able to understand me.

[Well, that's what he assumes, anyway. It's not actually the case, but everyone he's met so far sure LOOKS like an Earthling. And you guys all speak the same language, right? So he's the only oddball out, clearly.]

[He looks thoughtfully back at the void.]

I suppose that is one possible explanation. But it could also be a matter of physics, as opposed to something supernatural at play... [He turns back to Astrid.] Tell me, from your perspective, did time pass while you were in the void? Or was the trip an instantaneous one?

[PHYSICS!!!]

[brawlhalla]

[ She has to pause for a second, that was a whole lot of nerd speak. But then she laughs, relaxing even further. It's almost like standing around with Fish or Hiccup, although even they wouldn't use quite so much...fancy vocabulary? ]

It was maybe two minutes, if that. Flying through that was...weird. [ AND YET SHE DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO TURN AROUND? ] But what's Eldarian? I mean, what's your land like? I've never heard of it.

[symbologic]

I see. That rules out some manner of matter transference, at least. It's possible that it's some manner of controlled wormhole....though I'd have to do more tests to confirm that.

[He actually sounds a little excited about this idea, eyes lighting up ever so slightly. The nerd speak just does not stop.]

You know though, I could likely say the same of your land. If you have never heard of my home, what are the chances I have heard of yours. But Eldar is...a harsh land, I suppose you could say. Though that is all I will say for the moment, as we have more pressing issues at hand, do we not?

[Lowkey trying to avoid the whole alien thing but being really, really bad at it. He's still not sure if it's safe to let in on too much.]