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Introduction Log || More People, Again

Who: All characters (New Arrivals, Previous Arrivals, and Native OCs)
When: March 5th
Where: The Dream Width (Airship), the Curti Center, and the Housing District
What: It is happening for the seventh 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. They will get 25 EXP for replying to top levels.


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 place is covered with snow, it appears to be winter here! The other NPCs await you having been notified of your retrieval in the Dream Width. Jessie gives a long and professional 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 Vaikuntha 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 eight months ago... And six, four, 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 in his office.

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. ]



NEW 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. As you will soon learn from overheard conversations, a Legendary Eidolon names Bahamut is expected to arrive and destroy all of Vaikuntha. Workers whisper in the hallways, hoping that it's not actually going to happen, or maybe the world leaders and Heroes of Light will find a solution. Maybe if they ignore it, everything will be fine!

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, but they all look the same at this time of the year, snow covering everything.

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. ]



THE VALENTINE LOVE MATCHMAKER™

[ What's that in the main hall? A pink station with a pink computer and in big letters over it, the title "Valentine Love Matchmaker™"? This is a tradition by the Moogles: a machine that runs through the files of people working at the Curti Center and pick whoever is best match for you! And of course, the otherworlders are part of the files now so it'll find you a match! Just go at the computer, enter your name and it'll find you a match, even if you're a newcomer! You don't want to go ahead and type your name? No worries, your Moogle likely will whether you want it or not. And of course, whoever is found out to be your perfect match will be pinged by their iMog Slate and told to come! The humanity... ]


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 new 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 if they so wish. 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. ]
aerospacecommander: (starscream 54)

Starscream | Transformers

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2019-03-07 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
CURTI CENTER

As if arriving in a strange place wasn't bad enough, the long flight was even worse. Starcream could fly faster than this! And it was frustrating. He felt like he was locked inside some horrid nightmare.

A cold nightmare as he found the place they arrived at covered in snow. Simply awful. Starscream didn't care for extreme temperatures. While they didn't affect him the same as organic life, it still caused his circuits to grow slow and possibly freeze.

He seemed to be barely paying attention to the tour. There's no way this could really be real anyway, right? At first he was going to split away from the tour givers and try to figure out what's going on with his own systems and what exactly is going on. Why listen to the people here when he can go off on his own, right?

A BALL OF FLUFF NAMED MOOGLE

Remember how his day couldn't get any worse? That was before a small white fluffy thing started stalking him. Sure he gave him some useful information and some sort of network device, but he didn't need a small flying personal assistant.

"I thought I told you to go away?"

Of course the moogle protested and continued to follow because he was assigned to Starscream whether the seeker wanted him or not.

"I swear to the pit if you do not stop following me I'm going to bury your small fuzzy body in the snow."

The moogle sighs because he has a lot of work cut out for him.

THE VALENTINE LOVE MATCHMAKER™

Perhaps it was Starscream's own curiosity that is his undoing. This time it was certainly the case as he ventured to close to the pink machine. His moogle excitedly took the opportunity to be useful and input all of the information, which Starscream noticed a little too late.

"What? Get away from --"

He tried to bat the moogle away from the computer or at least grab him but ended up falling face first on to the floor instead. Such is his life.

HOUSING B-10

After a terribly long day full of things that just didn't make sense, he found the place he was supposed to be staying. This would have been a much faster endeavor if he actually listened to his moogle, but he spent most of his time trying to lose the flying fluff ball.

"I hate everything," he said as he entered the place like he owned it. He had no idea if anyone else was staying here nor did he care.

He also tried to quickly lock his moogle out but just ended up sighing over-dramatically as that completely failed.
bleating_heart: (Default)

Curti Center

[personal profile] bleating_heart 2019-03-08 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Asriel yawns slowly as he reads through the imog slate. In the past, he'd not bothered much with it, on account of not having any friends. Well, mostly not having any friends. Today though, the memes are not very on-point. The whole end-of-the-world situation's lost a lot of the humor.

A large shape heads closer, blocky with surprising prehensility, and he doesn't really even look up. They're not in the tour, so he doesn't think twice about it--there's only one individual that silhouette could belong to.

"Hey Megatron." He says conversationally.
aerospacecommander: (starscream 2)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2019-03-08 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Starscream stops suddenly and glances around to see if Megatron is looming somewhere nearby but then realizes the voice was directed at him. He's never been more insulted in his life.

He points a finger directly at the offending person.

"Do I look like that bullet-head pile of junk to you?!"

He's much better looking than that! (In his own mind in any case.)
bleating_heart: (awkward)

[personal profile] bleating_heart 2019-03-08 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
Asriel blinks, stiffening upright some as he looks into the--

Wait, that isn't the right colors--who the heck is this?

He just stares for several moments, looking down at the slate and back up at him a few times before he coughs.

"You, uh... You're new. I think. You know him?"

Is it, like, racist to just assume that all blocky robot-types just automatically know each other?

"...What about Mettaton?"
legalcy: (🎵 enough)

House B-10

[personal profile] legalcy 2019-03-08 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
The living room was empty, despite the three housemates Starscream was told would be living with him. The surfaces of the furniture were free of dust and aligned at perfect 90 degree angles, thanks to the obsessive nature of one of the Cybertronians living there. The kitchen, primarily used by Monika, had an Energon synthesizer tucked in a corner.

However, it wasn't completely silent. Muffled music came from the floor above.
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Curti Center

[personal profile] plagueofshadows 2019-03-09 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Plague Knight moves through the Curti Center with purpose, a clipboard beneath one arm while he hustles forward with his little cane in the other. He appears to be on at least somewhat important business, yet nevertheless, when he sees Starscream in the halls, far away from where the tour is taking place, he feels as if he should say something as he passes by.

"Hee hee! Well hello there, you're the one newcomer that got picked up, aren't you? I wish I could say welcome, but we're all going to die soon, so you probably don't want to be here, haha! Ha. Ha...."

The diminutive masked figure looks up at the metal man before him.

"Ehhhh..." Plague Knight sighs, "Are you looking for something, or did you happen to find the tour terrible boring too?"
aerospacecommander: (starscream 233)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2019-03-09 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
It's okay, Starscream generally can't tell all humans apart from each other.

"You're very astute, aren't you? Mettaton, no. Megatron. Yes. Unfortunately I've had the pleasure of dealing with him in the past."

That was only half of the story of course.

He folds his arms across his chest and stares at him trying to figure out what type of species he even is or rather what planet he could be from.
aerospacecommander: (starscream 66)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2019-03-09 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
He instantly froze at the sound of the music almost as suddenly remembering other people were supposed to be living here. But who? Well, time to find out. Despite being a metal robot, Starscream could be surprisingly quiet and sneaky when he wanted to.

He crept along making his way to the next floor and to where the sound was coming from. Time to see who was having a good time in this terrible place.
wind_in_my_ears: (thinking)

THE VALENTINE LOVE MATCHMAKER™

[personal profile] wind_in_my_ears 2019-03-09 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Klonoa is really making the effort to try and learn about this holiday. He's been buying candy hearts, chocolates... he looked up the basic information, but with Luta feeding him poorly-chosen additional tidbits, he's not quite playing with a full deck here.

When the slate gives him a ping, he perks up almost immediately. Following the map to a thankfully-nearby position, he knocks on the wall, looking around before seeing Starscream, up near the machine. He glances back down at the slate, and looks up at him before speaking.

"Hello! Wow, you're big! Are you my.. 'OTP'?"

Very poorly-chosen additional tidbits, they were.
aerospacecommander: (starscream 20)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2019-03-09 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
... Well, that's just weird. 'We're all going to die soon' ? That doesn't sound ominous at all. Not in the slightest. Starscream can't help but stare at the masked figure. Why does his life end up like this? Strange situations with strange people.

Whatever. It probably was all Megatron's fault. Somehow.

"Boring mostly. They don't know when to stop talking and get to the point. I take it you feel the same?"
plagueofshadows: (Default)

[personal profile] plagueofshadows 2019-03-09 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh heck yes!" Plague Knight says, "Hee! You'd think they could just get the most important parts out of the way first, but instead there's all these pamphlets and information packets, ugh! At least there's the, ehee, moogles to help out with getting your feet on the ground. Perhaps I can, hee, take some time out of my day to answer your questions up front, at least as far as what I know."

The alchemist twirls his bird-head cane, and leans on it, mask remaining turned up as he looks at Starscream.

"Well. Assuming you have any."
legalcy: (🎵 crooning)

[personal profile] legalcy 2019-03-09 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
The steady beat grew louder as Starscream stepped off the stairs. It was coming from a closed doorway beside on one side of the hall.

Minimus had taken this opportunity to put his Dancer Asterisk to use. Monika was working, Megatron was out of the house, and no one would be able to walk in on his private dance session for another hour. Of course, he had cleaned up the public rooms, but one could not unwind unless they had done work before.

Vaikuntha had no Earth songs with which he was familiar, but they had similar genres. Disco was still popular, thankfully, and though Bangaa Bangaa was not the same as Bees Gees, their music was equally enjoyable.
bleating_heart: (dubious)

[personal profile] bleating_heart 2019-03-09 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course he's not a human, but then the phrase doesn't work right for monsters considering how distinctive they each tend to be. Asriel awkwardly puts the imog slate away. He's got a distinctly weird feeling about this circumstance; namely that he probably shouldn't have gotten into it. Still, curiosity wins out.

"Unfortunately? He seemed fine to me... You two are from the same world?" He says, canting his head slightly as he thinks.

He heard there was this other one that looked the same, but that one was called Mini-something. This guy's different. It IS a guy, right?
aerospacecommander: (starscream 296)

omg

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2019-03-09 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Given he's a former science explorer and his age compared to how long he's actually been on Earth, he shouldn't be surprised any time he comes across someone who isn't human. But he is.

Is this person some sort of rabbit? Cat? Cabbit? Whatever.

"OTP? What's an OTP?"
aerospacecommander: (starscream 152)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2019-03-09 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, at least this person seems to be on the same page as Starscream in regards to the tours. Still, he seems a little odd. But the seeker should be used to oddness by now.

"Actually, yes. I have one question. What are you?," he responds without any regard of how rude that might sound. This is Starscream after all.
aerospacecommander: (starscream 31)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2019-03-09 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Starscream slipped over to the closed door and as quietly as possible, opened it.

And immediately had to use all his willpower to stop himself from laughing. What is this? More importantly who is this? Cybertronian of course, but this is terrible. Terrible for whoever this mech is attempting to dance.

But he isn't one to let an opportunity pass him by and pulls out the iMog Slate. Pushing what he assumes is the record button, he'll just make a copy of this little performance. Blackmail material of any sort is always useful to have.
aerospacecommander: (starscream 19)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2019-03-09 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Monsters. Dragons. Flying fluffy things that won't leave him alone. This place has it all doesn't it? Starscream hates it all.

"Possibly," Starscream shrugs, but then smirks. "But fine? My, you must have an odd definition of the word. He doesn't usually take to organics very well."

Wait. This creature is organic, right? He looks organic.
legalcy: (🎤 GASP)

[personal profile] legalcy 2019-03-10 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
As Minimus was facing the music player on his immaculate desk, he did not notice that the door had been opened; as he was lost in the music, he did not hear the creak of the hinges. His thorough oiling had been his downfall.

He imitated the dance moves from an Earth film he had seen once at movie night, standing tall and rigid while allowing his limbs to move sharply yet fluidly. Each step taken to match the rhythm. At one point, his feet were planted to the carpet as he moved his hips from side to side.

There was something freeing about this, when no one was around to make fun of his hobbies.

Minimus spun on his heel, once, twice--

And stalled.

"Starscream!" And then he noticed what he was holding. "W-what---Er, are you recording a private residence without the explicit permission of its owners?"
Edited 2019-03-10 00:20 (UTC)
aerospacecommander: (starscream 17)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2019-03-10 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Whelp time to hit the off button! Starscream straightens up and takes a slight step back just in case he needs to make a grand getaway.

"Technically I live here," he responded while looking over the white and green cybertronian. He scanned through his databanks, but he didn't recognize this one at all.

The face plate reminded him of Alpha Trion though.

"I'm glad to know that I'm as infamous as I should be."
legalcy: (🎵 IM DRAMATIC)

[personal profile] legalcy 2019-03-10 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't know about his identity as Ultra Magnus, but Minimus did not dwell on Starscream's comment. There were urgent matters at hand.

"Why were you holding your Slate as if to record an event? As a fellow resident, I have a right to lay down my boundaries for what I find comfortable!"

He wouldn't tell him about Megatron yet.
aerospacecommander: (starscream 227)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2019-03-10 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Because I was recording it. And if you know anything about me, you should realize how little I care about your comfort."

Starscream found it cute how this guy was trying to lay down rules and such. He barely ever listened to Megatron (or anyone really), why would he care about this guy?
legalcy: (🎵 I demand an explanation)

[personal profile] legalcy 2019-03-10 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Delete it," he commanded and stepped forward. "I will not have this footage existing when I had not approved of it."

A lifetime without outward displays of emotion prepared him for this moment. He did not betray his worry, simply a stern look as if lecturing one of his crew members on proper Autobot Badge angles.
aerospacecommander: (starscream 2)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2019-03-10 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Starscream placed his hands on his hips and gave a very simple yet direct response.

"No."
legalcy: (🎵 sigh)

[personal profile] legalcy 2019-03-10 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Drat. He should have applied for a position in law enforcement in the Curti Center, else he had no right to demand that Starscream hand over the Slate. That was one person who knew of his dancing affinity.

"...Please do not speak of this with others." All he could do was to contain the damage.
aerospacecommander: (starscream 151)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2019-03-10 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"What do I get out of your silence? An arrangement can be made if it somehow befits myself. If not, well ... I'm sure there's an upload button somewhere on here."

He brings the slate back out if only for the appearance of looking for said feature.

"Lets see, which button is it ..."

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