melodiesofeternity | Introduction Log || The Night of the Thirteen Moogles

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Introduction Log || The Night of the Thirteen Moogles

Who: All characters (New Arrivals, Previous Arrivals, and Native OCs)
When: October 5th
Where: The Dream Width (Airship), the Curti Center, and the Housing District
What: It is happening for the fourth 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. ]

~~SCARY~~ 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. This month however, there is an overwhelming scent of spice and pumpkins in the air. Pumpkin soups, pasta dishes, bread, pies, lattes.... There are even some carved pumpkins with moogle faces of different styles floating in the air just above the tables, candles flickering from within. 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
Asriel munches on the last piece of his slice of snail pie, chewing thoughtfully as he sits next to the flowers in the garden. He smiles up at Dad, holding his arms up after a moment. Obligingly, he is lifted up like a paperweight, smiling out as he's set on his shoulder, holding onto a horn for stability. "You know, someday you're going to be too big for this! If you get bigger than I am, can I sit on your shoulder?" Dad says, and Asriel responds with an extended tongue. Such a gesture prompts an infectious laugh, and pretty soon the both of them are giggling, whereupon Mom shows up with Chara, and seconds. He's full, but he eats it anyway. As the evening drags on, it starts to get late, and a yawn, proving similarly infectious, prompts mention of bed time. Teeth are brushed. Pajamas are exchanged. Toys are put away, and there he is, being tucked in bed, kissed good night by mom, and by dad. He closes his eyes, and pulls his pillow in close.

He's got a really great life.

Housing - single-thread if you prefer
Asriel slowly walks up the path, carrying the clothes on his back, a small bag, and a slip of paper with a number on it. They said that they tried to match people from the same world together, right? So that means...

He turns, looking up at the house number plate before glancing back down at the paper. B-11, B-11.

He takes a deep breath. It's time to face what he's going to be dealing with, living here in this bizarre world.

He knocks loudly on the door.

Getting A Job
"I know I can't be picky. I mean, it's not like I've got a lot of marketable skills."

Asriel is seated on a picnic table in the park, combing through leaflets of information. There is a black-pommed moogle in black sunglasses and a black leather jacket beside him, sipping a mug of something.

"What do you have, then?"

"Uhh, not much?? I mean, I was a flower for a pretty long time, it's not exactly something that's easy to put on a resume."

"Beggers can't be choosers... kupo."

"Yeah I guess, but I've seen what this kind of job does to people." He says, waving a pamphlet. "Working in fast food is the quickest way to want to end it all. Hell, I usually just left that burger pants guy alone. Not like I could do anything to him that would make him suffer more."

"You certainly can complain... kupo. Maybe a job that would fit that talent."

"Oh, haha, very funny. Are there even movies or videogames in this world? Being a critic doesn't seem like something that's very needed around here."

"Why make such a fuss? You know the big Curti Cats in charge changed it so you never have to move out. You could spend all day inside and never have to leave if you wanted. ...Kupo."

"Beca--wait, really? Well that's not the point! I need.. something to do. I'm already going stir crazy. I don't want to be alone with my thoughts, alright?"

"Then I suppose you had best get to frying chocobo thighs... kupo."

Asriel groans, and puts his head down on the table, knocking over classifieds and application papers.

Getting A Job - The Other Kind
Late to the party as usual, Asriel opens the door to the university that he's been having trouble pronouncing for, like, the last hour. Aaaangh? Ungh? Aaauung? Ahnguh?

He nearly bumps into the wall with his thoughts on how the heck you're supposed to pronounce that before he blinks, and looks around. "Uhh.. hey, is this the.. time mage guild?" He asks, not even entirely sure he's in the right place. He definitely looks a bit out of place, being tall, gangly, big horns... and for that matter, what he thinks of as "the front desk" would actually wind up being... just a table. In his defense, the layout of the "time mage" guild has to be awful complicated and headache-inducing.

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Edited 2018-10-18 10:32 (UTC)

(context)

[Oh, yep, there's the waterworks. Curse you, Asriel, and curse you Frisk for having so much empathy. They set their drink down and lean over to give an awkward half-hug— refusing to get out of their chair, no matter how sappy they may be— and bury their face in his arm.]

"Yeah. Missed you, you smelly, cheesy fluffball."

Well, that seems to be the end of things. Frisk doesn't really have to engage in full-on awkward sibling hugs because Asriel overdoes it completely and beats them to the punch, wrapping his arms around them and squeezing them close as soon as the half-hug manages to land. He does his best not to smack them in the face with his horns. He's getting better about that.

Actually, awkward sibling hugs... doesn't quite seem to be the tone here. This hug is a lot more reminiscent of another one. The first time Frisk ever hugged him. At least, it is to Asriel.

"You know, you could always go into business for yourself."

Richard Conway wasn't planning to be here. It is entirely too much of a bright and sun-shiny day. But he was currently avoiding Mogcho, his moogle, who was for some reason certain that he wasn't completely done with leg day. Even though he had a dragoon crystal shoved into him. And he was very much aware of how much leg day he needs from the actual dragoons (it was a lot of leg day), thank you very much.

He'd decided to come to the park solely because he knew Mogcho wouldn't look for him there. The fact that Asriel was there was an added bonus.

And it let him practice sneaking up and appearing out of nowhere.

"Mind if I sit here, sane person who does not like the taste of candle wax?"

"...What kind of person likes the taste of candle wax?"

He asks, quirking an eyebrow at the bizarreness of that statement.

"What kind of person sees a candle and thinks 'yeah, that looks like something I want to lick'."

Asriel leans back and sits up again on his chair, gesturing to the one next to him.

"Going into business for myself sounds like a lot of work on its own. What does that even really mean?"

"I don't know." He began. "What kind of person likes the taste of pumpkin spice?" He quipped, adding some fingerguns to the equation.

And then, feeling a little ashamed of himself, he quickly composed himself and adjusted his hat and tie. "Erm. At any rate, it involves a lot of footwork and networking, getting people to know your name and brand and what you do and why they need you. Like, what do you like to do that any other person in the world would think is the most boring or dangerous thing ever?"

"I guess I don't mind walking around a lot. Not like I have anything better to do." He says, sitting upright as he gathers the papers together again.

"But that sounds like what Mettaton did. I don't think I'm ready to start a fast food chain or brand of clothing line. I mean, what I would I even make, and who would even buy that, 'Prince of the Underground Delta Rune Brand Fuzzy Ear Caps'? Besides, I don't know how to sew and the height of my cooking ability is making ramen with hot soup stock instead of hot water."

Frisk has had a long day. Arrivals had a tendency to be exhausting, even if you weren't actively participating in helping people get on their feet, simply due to proximity to the panicked energy of the entire Center. So they're "unwinding" (okay, homework was nearly as stressful as arrivals, but if they didn't at least make a show of trying to understand this horrendous mess of numbers Papyrus would get his Concerned Face on and they couldn't deal with that today) when somebody knocks on the door. With nobody else in the house, it falls to them to go answer it.

When the taller-than-usual Frisk opens the door, there's only the slightest glimmer of recognition in their eyes. "Um. Okay. Let me guess. Teenage Asgore? God, and I thought today couldn't get any weirder," they say, voice tired but still full of that familiar humor.

Asriel blinks slowly, looking down but not nearly as far as he should be when he sees Frisk's smiling face and squinty-eyes and--

What?

What.

What???

Asriel rubs his eyes and shoots a look at Frisk. The f

?? Okay, seeing Frisk from another reality? Sure, fine.

Seeing a second Frisk, very clearly from an additional reality?

"Asriel. I'm Asriel! I'm not dad, and, damnit, of all the people to confuse me for him, I didn't expect it to be..." He puts a finger to his chin, squinting down at him. Taller though Frisk may be, he still is a padawan to the great beanpole master. "...My adopted brother, except from a different reality, where, let's see, just going out on a limb here, you somehow got turned into a flower for years and when you turned back you suddenly grew up several years."

Damnit, he's grinning. Honestly, Asriel's becoming almost blase about this. Not a single person he knows is from the reality he's from, but at least there's some similarities. Damn if it isn't good to see Frisk again, though. Any Frisk. Even another Frisk besides the Other Frisk that he already met.

Frisk flinches almost imperceptibly when Asriel reveals his name, but they quickly recover their composure. After the whole Chara heart-to-heart thing, it wasn't nearly as much of a hard pill to swallow. "Well, welcome to the alternate universe adopted children pseudo-except-not-really-at-all-because-of-universe-shenanigans family, although even if we were actual-real-not-fake-joke family I wouldn't be your brother0. There's licorice scottie dogs on the table to your left, ibuprofen for your headaches on the table to your right, and a pretty good fascimilie of dad's golden flower tea recipe taped to the inside of the fridge door. Come on in." They pause. "And, for the record, I didn't turn into a flower. I guess I just won the Frisk height lottery. Or the scientific spaghetti has actually been working. Next stage, laser eyes!"

Asriel steps inside, looking around at the place. Oh, hey, they have this stuff locked in pretty well, don't they? Headaches from trying to figure out which timelines people actually did or didn't go through, no doubt. He dumps the small bag of junk against the wall next to the door, smiling. "What, don't tell me you're from a reality where Papyrus can actually cook?" He's about to make a comment about how even if they did have laser eyes nobody would able to tell since they would be squinting too often for them to ever activate, but he stops himself. No, best not start ribbing them. This might be Frisk... again... but it's not the same Frisk. Maybe there's difference he isn't aware of besides just the height.

Frisk rolls their eyes at Asriel's question. There was no way that they were in the weird outlier universe here. "I told Frisk this a few hours ago, but you guys are living in the terrifying mirror universes because Papyrus' cooking is the bomb and anywhere that's not the case must be a doomed timeline."

"Hey, so long as it doesn't set the entire place on fire, I'll take it. Does he ever need help cooking?" Asriel says, rolling his shoulders back as he remembers what happened to Undyne's old house. "Wait, does Papyrus live here?" He asks, peering over the inside of the house before he turns back to Frisk. "If it's you, and me.. uh, how many other people can fit in a place like this?"

Asriel Dreemurr | Undertale Growth Spurt AU | Rosque

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