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. ]

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Memory

(The memory begins high atop a mountain, as isolated and away from civilization as possible. The ridge overlooks the surrounding area and even a town down below. They're all down there and you're up here.

The steady breeze carries more than just the cold air; a melancholy melody rings through, nearest that mountain peak. Numerous spirits linger in the area, sitting and waiting in silence and simply listening to the lonely song further ahead. They glance your way, but return to their business a moment later, closing their eyes and keeping to themselves. The music's source overlooks the mountainside, the violin rested on her shoulder with its song accompanying the girl's. It's in the fox's company that the air almost feels warmer, warding away the exhaustion from climbing up this far.

The same song repeats after finishing it, the fox regarding you with a smile between performances and getting right back to it.)

Moogles

(So getting accustomed to all of this naturally took time. It'd take Matilda a considerable amount of time, she figured, with her natural aversion towards...well. People. She had to admit, though: the concept of a new world with new things to explore was interesting. She traveled frequently back home...even if it didn't sap her of her powers and rip her from more comfortable settings. She'd have to think on how best to approach this...

...Or at least she would, if she wasn't accosted by a moogle. The fuzzy little thing insists on following her around and trying to get the girl to lower the hood cloaking her face...)

It's easier to make new friends when you don't hide from them, kupo! What's there to be afraid of?

I'm still taking things one step at a time, if that's okay.

Oh...oh, that's okay, kupo! You're pacing yourself! Very smart. Maybe I should pace myself a little more, too. My name's Lucian, kupo!

...Matilda.

Matilda...I like it! Now how about we get you all nice and situated? There's the hospital wing to make sure you're all healthy, we can get you something to eat if you need it, I can give you a tour of the Curti Center...oh! And we can get your job, too, kupo! I think you'll like the options...

(The moogle falls silent as the girl doesn't seem to respond, instead standing patiently in a more open area to closer her eyes and listen to everything around her, as if meditating.)

...Ohhh, you're one of those quiet smart-type people. Are you trying to figure it out yourself, kupo? Because you don't...really need to guess...

(The moogle doesn't seem really sure what to do about this.)

The Job For You

(The fox's shyness finally seemed to melt away after learning about asterisks. The mechanics of them were deeply fascinating and provided a new means of getting acquainted with the world. What better to embrace a whole new world than through being something new entirely? Poor Lucian seems exhausted, but also relieved to see that she's finally lowering her hood and looking something besides pensive. She's even going around and talking to people!.)

What are your thoughts on asterisks? They seem so cool and I think they might be my favorite thing about this place. You know, for all the four hours I've been here...

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(Hit her up with whatever prompt you're in the mood for! I'm always down for planning stuff, so plan with me on plurk or discord if you're interested!)

[Oh, what's this? A mysterious figure in a hood? Quiet and potentially shy? A moogle trying to help that figure come out of their shell?

Gasp!!! This looks like a job for the Great Papyrus. Maybe. Possibly.

Regardless, he's heading over now, smiling bright. Though his lack of lips may contribute to that.]

OH DEAR!!! HAVING TROUBLE, MY FLUFFY FRIEND?

[It's directed at the Moogle first, though he does shoot a glance at Matilda soon after.]

I UNDERSTAND, OF COURSE. SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST SHY AND NEED A LITTLE ADDED SUPPORT.

(Matilda was focused on listening out to her surroundings when suddenly that signature bombastic voice of Papyrus startles her slightly.)

Y-yeah! But I don't know what kind of support would work best, kupo! Should you keep nudging them on or do you wait for them to open up to you? Or maybe something else?

...I'm right here, you know...

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[Right! She is here. Which means that he shouldn't talk around her. So while he gives the Moogle a knowing glance, his focus shifts to the hooded stranger.]

WELL, THAT DEPENDS! WHAT TROUBLES YOU? IS THERE A REASON YOU'RE ACTING SO SHY?

Well, it's...

(She's about to try and explain herself, but the girl actually goes and takes a look at Papyrus. Most people would be caught offguard by someone like him, but a few blinks later and the girl's finally lowering her hood, notably intrigued.)

...Skeleton.

[That's... a very muted reaction. So muted, in fact, that he blinks back at her, then rubs his neck.]

WHY, YES, I AM A SKELETON! YOU... SEEM TO BE TAKING THAT RATHER WELL.

(Matilda eases up a bit, smiling softly.)

I didn't think I'd see any skeletons here. Or any undead...actually, I didn't really know what to expect from this place. I'm trying to get a feel for it...listen to it. Like reading it, in a way...but it's not so easy to do. I think the jump to this world scrambled my magic...

[Oh. She's used to skeletons? He starts to grin, though it wavers briefly. Undead? There's that angle again.

Better clarify real quick!]

OH! I'M NOT REALLY UNDEAD. I'M JUST... A SKELETON MONSTER.

[He'll keep it at that for now, because the rest of what she said resonates, and he nods, bringing a hand over his chest.]

BUT YOU'RE RIGHT. MANY OF US HAVE LOST OUR NATURAL ABILITIES. MY MAGIC WAS ALSO TRAGICALLY TAKEN FROM ME, AND FOR A MONSTER TO LOSE HIS OR HER MAGIC IS TO LOSE A KEY PIECE OF THEMSELVES!

(Skeleton....monster? A topic fascinating on its own, but priorities insist the rest of what he has to say is far more important. There's still a whole lot of world for her to figure out and adjust to.)

I can say the same thing about magicians like myself. I can't even manage a cantrip, so this is a little unnerving. Still, this place doesn't seem so bad...

(Her ears twitch.)

Oh! I'm Matilda, by the way.

A... CANTRIP?

[As in tripping on a can? Or maybe it's something else. Certainly something new to Papyrus, despite his surprisingly broad vocabulary. But after a brief puzzled look, he shakes it off with a chuckle.]

DANGEROUS, BUT GENERALLY HOSPITABLE! EVEN IF IT IS WEIRD BEING SURROUNDED BY SO MANY HUMANS. AND ACTUALLY SEEING THE SKY.

BUT I DIGRESS! I'M THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AND IT'S A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU!!!

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[One eye looked before Naomi turned her head enough to fully look at the fox speaking to her. Why they had the hood on earlier wasn't clear, but at least she was out now... it wouldn't be easy to observe the demonstrations otherwise.]

They're interesting in concept, but I'm troubled by the restrictions.

You mean as far as switching goes? I suppose even a system like this has its limits...but there is a wide selection to work with anyone's preferences and interests. Somehow, previous proficiency isn't required for them...

Not so much the switching. Think about it like this - yes, it can grant you proficiency in whatever asterisk you take. However, it also limits you to the asterisk you bear. Outside of combat, this is likely no issue, but during combat, any other skills that could potentially aid you - be they natural or learned - are not possible.

You have a point. It could be dangerous, limiting yourself to specific skillset and having little time so switch to others.

That's not so different from how things normally are, is it? Everyone has their own skills; you collaborate with other people who have other skills and make up for each others' weaknesses.

...Though I have heard one asterisk in particular can make job switching a lot easier, but I don't know which one that is.

Perhaps... if that was normally. Where I arrived from, the world could be very kill or be killed. It was in your best interest to cover your own weaknesses.

Yes. I believe that was the Chemist.

Chemist, that's it! I'll have to keep it in mind. But...

(There's some consideration at Naomi's remark.)

...Maybe this world will be better about that. Having to only rely on yourself like that. I know what it's like, but I'm used to the other side of things, too.

... Maybe. We just arrived so we'll have to see how things play out.

[All she knows is this place didn't encourage going out alone.]

Of course. I want to listen out for that myself but I still need to learn what to sift through around here. Everything's too new for me to dismiss it all...

(No seriously, lots of voices all at once and she's still figuring out what's important. That might take a while.)

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Has it been four hours already?

[The young man - well, child really - looks exhausted, hair mussed beyond just the Freelancer cowlick and rubbing his eyes; reading through the whole jobs brochure on top of the orientation has strained him. But her enthusiasm perks his curiosity. (Five hours ago, he would’ve panicked at a blue fox standing up and talking to him. Now he knows the other new arrivals are as lost as he is, and really, he's too surprised by everything to react each time.]

Do you think it's true that they grant magic to people who don't already possess the gift for it?

(Matilda was in a similar spot hours ago. She was way too caught offguard by this, but now that she's had time to catch her breath and take in her surroundings, that anxiousness is starting to shift into curiosity.)

It might be more than four hours by now; I'm honestly not sure. It seems like there's valid claims about the jobs, though; I'm more than willing to give it a try!

Especially as someone who used a lot of magic back home. If they can let someone like me wield an axe bigger than myself, then I'm sure granting magical powers is possible, too.

Magic like this exists where you're from? You could use it?

[Seems Orcelito still has energy to be surprised! More calmly, he presses:]

Could your society condition someone to wield weaponry outside of their normal ability? I’ve never heard of it done safely.

[Because it was possible on his world, and the process was very deeply concerning.]

Oh no, nothing like that! It's why I'm so fascinated in this world's magic; everything back home you did the old fashioned way: lots of practice. With magic in particular, you had to study for it. Or devote yourself to a god. Or make a pact with a powerful entity. Or just be born with it.

(She shrugs. These things do happen.)

I both studied and had the talent for it, which means I barely had time to practice using weapons. If not through practice, then I'd guess magic can make you suddenly good at it. You think that's how these work?

Heh, your way makes more sense. [ He manages a light chuckle - his first in a while. It's nice to meet someone who is feeling positive about the situation. ]

I have practiced with weapons, but it took years to learn. I can't imagine being able to do it in a few days.

Do you want to try physical weaponry?

[ He can’t picture a fox holding any of them so count him intrigued to see the results of this conversation. ]

I wouldn't mind! If it can get me wielding a lance or something, then I'm pretty sure it can work for anyone.

(She never did put much practice in wielding weapons. She has some knowledge by virtue of living with blacksmiths, but not much in the way of experience. She smiles.)

What about you? A whole new world means lots of new possibilities.

[ Orcelito looks down at the job class brochure. He's marked it thoroughly with notes and questions, trying to organize it into something that made sense. ]

I wasn't born into a magically gifted bloodline. I've relied on talismans created by others. [ Which made him especially uncomfortable once he lost access to the church priests. ] If it's possible... I'd like to try magic.

[ Looking up and regaining his smile, ] I've always wanted to try wielding a spear or lance, too. It's an effective long-range weapon and easier to use from horseback than a sword.

[ It occurs to him a moment too late that her world may not have horses, or they may be sentient like her, and suddenly he’s questioning his reality all over again.]

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