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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. ] |
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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.
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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.
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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?"
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"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."
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"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.
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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?
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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.
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"No."
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"...Please do not speak of this with others." All he could do was to contain the damage.
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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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Still, the lack of information on the alternate is uncomfortable. He had to sink to Starscream's leve. "Not one organic that lives on this planet knows of your misdeeds. While your crimes in your original universe do not carry over, that does not prevent me from discussing your reputation. I cannot refrain from discussing my relevant knowledge if you seek to smear my reputation."
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"Y'know what? Sure we'll go with that. For now. But just remember," he shifts his hand to gesture towards Minimus, "I may feel the need to change this arrangement at any given time."
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"While this is an informal agreement, surely we can put this into writing. I have a stack of paper of official dimensions and a printer we can use." Better to have legal backup as a warning to breaking their promise.
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He's so not signing any paperwork. It's far better to not have any paper trail. And if it ever comes down to it? It'll be his word against Starscream's.
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Besides, why would anyone take Starscream at his word?
"I will draft the agreement immediately."
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"We're settled then?"
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"Correct. Do not break your word." If he didn't, then he could see that he partnered with Starscream in the future as long as he kept him at an emotional distance.
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He doesn't listen to Megatron, he's certainly not going to listen to some random mech he doesn't even really know.