melodiesofeternity | Introduction Log || Third Time's The Charm

Introduction Log || Third Time's The Charm

Who: All characters (New Arrivals, Previous Arrivals, and Native OCs)
When: August 5th
Where: The Dream Width (Airship), the Curti Center, and the Housing District
What: It is happening for the third time now. More outworlders have arrived in the Dream Width and must be rescued and brought back to their new homes on Vaikuntha
Warnings/Notes: Only new players can put up a toplevel. Previous arrivals and established native characters can respond to new characters' toplevel posts.

MEMORY

[ You've been here before...? No, wait, why would you think that? You're here in the moment, everything is as it should be...(?) The memory you are trapped in has completely enthralled you. You stop questioning and accept, you relive and repeat. Luckily, you are not alone. Others have arrived to help you. The travelers in the airships will enter the nebula formed by your memories and attempt to wake you up and bring you back to the present. The dreamer's mind will shape how these newcomers are perceived and how the NPCs in the memory respond to them. For more details on the mechanics, please refer to this post]

ARRIVAL

[ You wake from your dreams, from your memories, on a narrow cot. There are fleeting impressions- recycled air, humming machinery, movement, strangers waking around you. The room you wake in is lined with cots, with barely enough space between them to walk to the door, though not all of them show signs of having been occupied. The makeshift infirmary seems like it was prepared to hold many more than are here.

Stepping out, there is a lobby space that bears the signs of having once held some furniture, now cleared away to make space. Your footsteps echo in the emptiness.

As the automatic door slides shut on the infirmary, a light flashes on the far side of the room.

A flickering holographic projection of a man’s face and gloved hand appears projected in the space above the arrivals’ heads. He backs up so his upper body is in frame for the recording. An arm, covered in the same orange flightsuit sleeve, hands him a tablet. The man begins to read. A written version of the message scrolls along the bottom of the projection as he speaks. ]

’Welcome travelers’… That’s way too formal. Hey everyone.

Hi!

[ The second man leans into the frame to add his greeting. ]

Don’t panic. You were floating out there, but we pulled you in and rescued you.

Yeah, we’re heroic AND handsome. And also the only ones crazy enough to come out here to get you.

[ A woman’s voice calls from out of frame. ] Can you two be serious for ONE moment and stick to your scripts?

[ The two men give each other a conspiratorial eyeroll. This does not appear to be their first take. ]

Anyways, no need to panic. Seriously, don’t do anything reckless. We got our fill of that with Skywalker.

[A huff is heard offscreen, and the men finally spare the tablet another glance.]

‘Your pilots will be navigating treacherous environs as this message plays…’ Claire, seriously? Nobody talks like this!

[ The tablet is tossed to the side and lands with a thunk offscreen. ]

We’re gonna wing it. Look, everyone, we’re workin’ hard to get you planetside safely, and it’s gonna take some tricky flying to do it. So the door to the cockpit is locked so we can focus on not getting us all killed. Don’t try to open it, unless you want to be stardust.

We promise you’ll get answers about what’s going on once we land. But for now, please trust us. Right now, we’re your only hope.

[ The second man leans forward, close to the recording device, and presses a button. The projection freezes for a moment, and then the message starts on the next recorded message. ]

CURTI CENTER

[ Finally after hours of flight, you arrive at the Curti Center. The other NPCs await you having been notified of your retrieval in the Dream Width. Jessie gives a long and somewhat awkward welcome speech, explaining what the situation is: you were lost in a space called the Dream Width. You are now on a planet called Vaikuntha: for ages, the people of this world have used Airships to rescue people lost in the Dream Width, with one person being found roughly every ten years. No one knows why this happens, but this has been a mutually beneficial exchange, with the people from Vaikutha rescuing people lost in the Dream Width and the rescued ones sharing their wisdom with the people of Vaikuntha. Ten years ago, something unusual happened: two people were found at once, Biggs and Wedge. But that was nothing compared to what happened four months ago... And two months ago. And now, here you are. No one knows why such a large number of people has arriving lately, but the Curti Center is a place dedicated to piercing the Dream Width's secrets.

Jessie also introduces the other ones: Claire, the woman sighing and writing in her schedule book upon being pointed out as the bookkeeper, Kupoto and Mogaruru, their Mognet representatives and finally the Native OCs: those brave and kind souls who have accepted to help you all on a daily basis. She also mentions Cid, the director who is busy preparing for certain dealings later this month.

After Jessie finishes , the employees, including the Native OCs, provide a tour of the facility and help the newcomers navigate their future lives. Now is the time to ask questions and look over pamphlets regarding locations, Jobs, life in Vaikuntha... ]

[ If you want to contact an NPC, you can do so on the NPC Contact Page. ]

A BALL OF FLUFF NAMED MOOGLE

[ It has been a long day, perhaps now you would like to find your way to a place to sleep? Or perhaps you'd like to get some answers, but you can't be bothered to go seek people out?

And lo, just as despair begins settles in, a Moogle slams into you! Or stops by your side if their aim is decent... It's the Moogle Jessie mentioned in her speech earlier! And they'll be informing you that now, they will stick to you like your shadow and help you in anyway they can!

They're also giving you your iMog Slate- Now you can get onto Mognet! Isn't it great? ]

A QUICK CHECK-UP

[ Whether it's your Moogle, Native OCs or NPCs, all will urge you to stop by the hospital wing for a basic check-up. You may disagree, but listen. You've just been thrown into a space between worlds, rescued, and brought to another world. For your own sake, that's a good idea. Should you give in and go (or should you be dragged by your Moogle or a Native OC), you will find yourself in the cold and white space very reminiscent of an hospital. For characters with specific medical conditions necessitating help, this is where they will receive it if asked.

The doctors and nurses are all White Mages or Chemists, with various levels into their Job as well as medical knowledge. Don't mind the confused looks if you look like nothing they've ever seen before... It's hard for a doctor to be unable to give a proper diagnosis to a patient! For everyone else though, they'll be let go with smiles and be given a candy as they leave.

No one likes medical check-ups, but it's a very quick and basic one: testing reflexes, taking your temperature and the likes. On the bright side, while you're grumpily sitting on a bed with a thermometer on your forehead or in your mouth, it might be a good time to socialize with your fellow new arrival who's having lights flashed into their eyes by a doctor. Misery loves company, after all. ]

PRETTY SIGHTS

[ There's plenty of rooms to wander about in, with several points of interest apart from the offices.

The Airship Hangar is where the airships are kept and the first room you entered. Workers keep guard to prevent the outworlders from getting too close to the vehicles. Airships are expensive and they don't want you messing with them, after all.

Venturing into the Research Section, you can walk through public exhibitions on astronomy, airship design, and asterisk studies. A good place to get used to the basic science of this world. The laboratories lie behind a thick locked door with a sign reading "EMPLOYEES ONLY". No going there, for now anyway. Not too far from there are the Employee Quarters - work stations, apartments, and lounge areas. The latter are available to the public, whereas the rest is locked to Native OCs. But if you get them to be friends with you, perhaps they'll let you visit?

Also open to all is a Cafeteria - a standard food court with stalls serving all types of Vaikunthan cuisine. The Chef is a very jovial and absent-minded Hypello. Beware of long lines and crowded tables. Should you prefer open spaces, then the gardens are for you! There are different sections in the gardens around the center. One boasts a wide array of blooming flowers, another more practical with herbs commonly used in Vaikunthan cooking. One had been cultivated for butterflies and hummingbirds to visit. Paths have been laid through so that visitors can safely navigate, and moogles will swoop down and shout at anyone who strays into the flower beds.

Or perhaps, you want to wait till the sunset. Dusk on a new world, but a beginning of a new life... The sea shines bright in the orange light. A good moment for quiet contemplation. ]

HOUSING

[The housing accommodations are the best the Curti staff could provide, given that they are still also sheltering most of the previous arrivals from the Dream Width. The keys have been entrusted to the moogles who will be guiding the new arrivals.

The new arrivals can stop by the Curti Center storage room to collect some essential supplies that have been donated by charity organizations from around the world (there are boxes of toothbrushes and whitening toothpaste sent from the Zora, hair brushes from the Elezen, quick-drying towels from the Hypello, among the various donations of clothes, toiletries, and blankets), before heading to their temporary homes. The people of Vaikuntha have done their best to provide for their new neighbors and help them get on their feet.

Still, things will be a little cramped until the off-worlders can find employment and move into better housing. The staff hopes they can get along with one another until alternate arrangements can be made.

You can survive living with roommates for a few months, right?]

THE JOB FOR YOU

[An important part of life on Vaikuntha is the Job (or Jobs) you choose to take. No, not the way you earn your living. Your Job Class. Most Natives only choose one or two, but you'll have an opportunity to take on more Job Asterisks after you master your first Jobs.

The Curti Center's resident Job Master, Ganeshan, is more than happy to arrange transportation to the various Guilds so that you can claim your first Asterisks. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Arrival]

That sure is a whole lot of pre-recorded messages.

All of this is probably a terrible shock and horrible fate for many of the other people who've woken up but for Xehanort ... he kind of really, really has a keen interest in new worlds. Which means the depressing comfort-ful messages of hang-in-there and it-could-be-worse aren't at all providing him the kind of information he really wants, which is:

1. Where are the awesome places to go
2. What are the awesome things to see
3. Where ARE THE LIBRARIES.

None of this is even hinted at, much to his intense annoyance.

"That's it?" As the holorecordings end, Xehanort speaks up in tones of carefully restrained irritation. "'Here you are, don't be sad' and nothing at all by way of all the interesting things we might be able to do soon?" The goal of the messages is apparently to be utterly depressing, dampen anything like enthusiasm and completely wring out the sheer joy of new worlds.

He is going to have to make sure there's a better message to add to the rest.

[Curti Center]

Xehanort is just one of many new arrivals in the Curti Center, white haired and tanned-skinned, still wearing the ridiculous teeshirt and jeans that had been 'best for blending in' on the Near Shore. But there's something terribly efficient in how he's going about things, as if none of this at all is a surprise and he's just following a predetermined routine.

Name of place: Vaikuntha. Map: acquired. Key locations: noted.

He's willing enough to share what information he has in turn, as at least here someone seems interested in actively searching for patterns and ...

... And walking off with one of the clipboards full of information from one of the very helpful staffers as soon as nobody's paying attention for long. It's too easy to get distracted with all these people everywhere. It's even easier to find himself in another part of the crowd in short order and approach the first person who he recognizes as being from on the airship.

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to help double-check all this data?" He's terribly polite sounding, so far, and willing to approach damn near anyone that looks capable of holding a conversation.

[Pretty Sights: A]

... And he's going to be here a while.

Airships are expensive and the crews reasonably don't want anyone messing with them but Xehanort's working on getting around them and getting an up close and personal look regardless. He is no king of stealth so this isn't going well, especially not with a bemused moogle following him around while he does it, but there's something to be said for stubborn preserverance.

There aren't a lot of airships in Radiant Garden and there hadn't been ANY on Earth, just ... airplanes and helicopters and the like, some of which these do look a bit like, but he'd never gotten a good look at THOSE either and sometimes, if Xehanort thinks about his short life, he realizes it's a parade of disappointments so he's not going to dwell on those lost opportunities and instead focus on the new opportunities.

Like that really nice, green gold and black propeller-bedecked airship right there.

Which means there's a Xehanort carefully slinking around the hangar, working on getting around all those workers in a way that could probably be stealthy were it not for the multicolored teeshirt, white hair and FLYING PINK MOOGLE following him. Interfering before he gets himself arrested might be beneficial. Helping might be fun too.

[Pretty Sights: B]

After all day of bothering people, getting into things and collecting information, instead of returning to the housing his moogle has helpfully repeaetdly told him exists, has retreated to one of many gardens with a small mound of legally and otherwise acquired papers to go through. They sit in tiny stacks around him as he sits between lush begonias, sorting through them one at a time. It's not easy to spot him really, he's off the paths JUST LIKE HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE.

But conversation is harder to hide.

"You know, it's getting pretty late. I could show you where you're going to be staying if you want, kupo." The moogle in question settles on one fo the paper stacks, only to be moved aside a moment later. "Nobody's supposed to be sitting in the flowers."

"That's exactly why we're in here. It's quiet. No-one is likely to interrupt. I can finally get some of this organized." Xehanort waves a clipboard a bit at the moogle, who promptly takes it and frowns at it. It's probably one of the purloined ones. "If I go for whatever communal housing they have set up for new arrivals, it's likely to be noisy, full of interruptions and possibly even unpleasantry, and here is ... flowers."

"But.. but nobody's supposed to be in here, kupo! And.. .. isn't this a clipboard from the Center?"

"...Yes."

[Wildcard]

(Got something else in mind? Got a tdm thread you want continued? Fire away! Will match post style.)

"So sorry," comes Kuja's voice through the leafage, "Not that I'd ordinarily care, but I can't help overhearing since you're being rather loud, and of course morbid curiosity demands to know... What are you doing in there?"

"Having a private conversation," the shrubs respond without so much as a moment's hesitation. "Please go away."

"There's no need for being rude, kupo!" A moogle surfaces head and pom above the garden's greenery, looking for whoever spoke up. "Hello! Are you there?"

"Unless he has some useful information to add to the world list, I don't care whether he's there or not, come back down here and leave strangers alone."

The moogle surfaces the rest of the way, apparently with every intent on homing in on Kuja if he's not immediately apparent. "That's a good way to not get the sort of things you want. You catch more flies with honey, kupo!"

World list... as in a collection of information about different worlds? Kuja taps his chin theatrically. "Oh, well, since you asked so nicely yes I suppose I could just 'go away'. But, on the other hand, now that I see some of those papers, it seems a tremendous shame to deny you extra information when you're so keenly interested in other worlds. Especially when you, apparently, have far more information than any of the moronic staff members I've spoken with are willing to share."

It's an ongoing project, and one he only just began it! From his place amongst the begonias, Xehanort watches with narrowed eyes. He knows not to metaphorically judge books by their cover but he can be honest with himself, he is definitely judging this book by its cover.

"In fairness I had to steal it to get it." Which really he should have some moral compunctions about but it didn't bother him too much, it was for a good cause! Knowledge! "Though if you happen to be from a world with multiple forms of intelligent life and not just humans, I ... would appreciate some questions being answered.."

Kuja snorts. "Events of late have forced me to hold thieves in a higher esteem than I might otherwise. As for that... too many to count. Humans, dwarves, the Madain, Burmecians, the list does go on." He seats himself by the flower bed.
"I propose a trade: You share some of that ill-gotten dossier, and I provide tea-"
"Coffee."
"-Coffee, and answer whatever questions you like, within reason. Besides, people are far less likely to approach and bother a group than an individual sitting alone in the flower beds."

"A list I would appreciate. Along with a very brief description." 'Dwarf' might not mean the same thing to him as Kuja, or anyone else for that matter. But humans ... that one's expected, and sets Xehanort to finding a very specific piece of paper amongst all his others, then making a little note on it.

The second voice speaking up briefly jerks his attention from his papers, but after a long still moment he returns to it. "I have no problem sharing all my information to those who might be interested."

Well. For the most part. THIS information, yes. There was some experiments he wouldn't.. "Though I'll need to find more paper to copy it onto."

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Bothering the Begonias

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Continued from that thar TDM

thanking for repost!!

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Arrival

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pretty sights a;

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Pretty Sights: B (Get off the lawn damn kids!)

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