melodiesofeternity | Introduction Log || It's Happening Again (Again!)

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Introduction Log || It's Happening Again (Again!)

Who: All characters (New Arrivals, Previous Arrivals, and Native OCs)
When: June 5th
Where: The Dream Width (Airship), the Curti Center, and the Housing District
What: It is happening again. 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 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. Cid gives a short and to the point 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 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.

Cid also introduces the other ones: his assistant Jessie, a young woman fascinated by the new arrivals, 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.

After Cid finishes (and Claire grumbles at her work never being done), 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 Cid mentioned in his 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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Actually...I was planning to go the cafeteria. I thought that's where all the newcomers would be.

[She can't hide how embarrassed she is now. She'll be fine for now as long as Finn keeps an eye on her, but there are no promises if he turns away for too long. Azusa is content to follow him.]

You don't have any questions, do you? Though I'd understand if you didn't want to ask me about living here after this...

My, my...you're a very bold woman, aren't you?

[That's all she has to say on that. Fortunately, Azusa is starting to realize maybe she's misunderstanding.]

Emeralda, is that your name? It's so pretty.

Since Gladio hasn't said or done anything, neither men seem to react to him just being there. Cor glanced to one side, towards the younger man, but he doesn't act like he's seeing him there. The Marshall just seems...lost in his own thoughts

Cid just sighs, long and weary. "Still can't believe you dun know why they sent ya away, kid..."

"Hn?" Cor looks back up at the old man.

"There's three reasons why..." Cid points to a nearby window. "...and one of 'em's out there with the lil kid."

Cor glances out that window. Should Gladio look as well, he will see Iris teaching Talcott how to play 'Patty Cakes' out on the walkway leading up to the place.

"Reggie and Clarus knew that ye would look after their kids, especially since ye probably helped raised them at some point. Six knows they needed it - 'specially considering how green Reggie's son was when I first saw 'im..."

"Oh! How rude of me, I almost forgot... My name's Tommy; it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yarrow!" Tommy smiles oh-so-sweetly.

"He would," Cor agreed with a brief smirk. Of course, if Gladio had failed, neither of them would be seeing it so well. And if the younger Amicitia had died...well, Cor would've handed his own blade to Noctis and let the young king avenge his fallen Shield.

Still, he does grow more somber upon hearing the rest of Clarus' words. "...even so...I should've been by his side. By both of you, in your final hours..." One hand slowly clenches into a fist by his side, more out of frustration than anything else.

"Huh...guess familial loyalty finally won out, it seems." Not that Cor's complaining; far from it. What little respect he has for Ravus has nearly doubled at the idea of the Tenebraen Prince trying to fight alongside - and save - his sister.

Though the rest of Ignis' explanations only makes Cor grow even more stoic, even steely in the eyes. "And yet, he's so great a threat that her Highness sacrificed her life in order to protect our king from him... Makes me wonder why he's the power behind the Imperial throne, instead of claiming said throne for himself."

...that's good to keep in mind. I'd be very upset if I have to rebuild my repertoire of battle skills, just because I ended up away from my home star.

[He glances the man over. Or at least, this person sounds and looks male enough...]

You're not used to magic back home?

Cor's eying her in surprise at first at that outburst of laughter, but then calms down a little when she apologize. He listens quietly afterwards, but seems rather skeptical regarding her conditional offer.

Tommy, however, only looks serious for a moment or two before smiling and nodding in agreement. "Deal! Kupooo, so many nuts... Oh! And I got the dye imported from Sparks Golsaucia! Best place to get the ones that makes it look natural without drying out my skin." And then he starts listing off some directions to get to the shop from the airship port at that 'golden' city. Incidentally, the shop is setup near the Dancer's guild, should Selphie follow the instructions to that place.

Cor just...stares at Prompto for a few moments, like he's been told that the Imperials up and abandoned Insomnia and they could all just go home. But then he laughed, bittersweet and in disbelief.

"...O-Of course he still likes those damn birds...always been a big softy for them..." No, he's not getting misty-eyed; the ship must be a little dusty and it's getting to him a bit...

Cor's already sitting up straight at the mention of 'more monsters than before'. That sounds awfully like the few months leading up to the treaty, what with the increase in daemon sightings and resulting night hunts...

Upon hearing that knock, he instinctively reaches for his weapon, only pausing when he remembers that he doesn't have one on him at the moment. He will have to see if he can at least get a replacement katana very soon. But he does relax as soon as the female moogle introduces herself. "Cor Leonis; pleasure to meet you."

Still, hearing those all-too-familiar names being connected to missing people... "...let's hope we can find them soon. I'm not as worried about Ulric, but Cindy...even if she could take care of herself, I'd rather not tell her grandfather that we lost her, if possible."

Cor, sadly, recognizes that kind of expressionless, so he's quick to answer the first question. "Thankfully, yes. His Majesty, King Mors...wasn't exactly pleased with my choice of words, but he otherwise found no reason to reject your request. I think you'll be pleased to know that I'm now the Marshall of the Crownsguard." Aka, he's right below Clarus on the chain of command for that group.

That last question, though, only brings a pained look to his face. "...we'd better go inside. It's best to be sitting for this kind of talk." As he leads his young prince/future king into the house, he does ask one simple question: "Have you run into any of the others from home yet?" Though there's an unspoken question attached to it: And how much have they told you about what happened?

Cor finally, reluctantly caved to Tommy's requests and let someone look him over. He's in the middle of being led over to a nearby hospital bed when a familiar face catches his eye.

A very familiar face.

"...I was starting to wonder if the whole Amicitia clan is here," he muses half-jokingly.

"I didn't know that, but it's nice." Prompto answered, it was a trait he and Clarus shared, even though he didn't know him especially well.

"I think he's glad enough to be here, because I mean the alternative..."

But, the alternative for all of them sucked, to put it mildly. "I'd rather be here."

"H-Hmm..."

A pause.

"T-Their flaws show th-the most... But when y-you need them, they-they're always there..."

H-Hm... Y-You can call me A-Ashelia...

[ A pause. ]

Y-Your friends...? You're from B-Biggs and Wedge's world, r-right...?

H-Hm... I've never really thought about it...

[ She kicked her feet on the ground. ]

What d-do you think would define me being alive...?

“...I guess you’re right. Even the roughest person back home seemed to have a nice heart, so...” Sasami said, smiling a bit. “...I’ll try not to give him a hard time.”

"Congratulations." There's a tiny wry twist to Regis's mouth. Unless he misses his guess - and he doesn't think - it was/will be him who promoted Cor, so. It's complicated. But he means it, too.

He follows inside, the sadness in his heart heavy as a stone even as he keeps his voice light.

"Noctis was the one who snapped me out of a... very vivid memory and got me inside a ship into the Dream Width. And then I met a bespectacled man with a dull sandy hair who claimed to work for Noctis." And failed to introduce himself, but what can you do. "Who else?"

Most of them?

[Frowns a bit, the way she does when she doesn't entirely understand something.]]

How many worlds have you seen?

Welcome to the club, Cor. That's precisely why he does not trust this seemingly peaceful facade and is waiting for the next shoe to drop.

Ivory bows slightly in response, "The pleasure is mine, kupo." Ivory has a feeling she should leave the two men alone and floats off to leave; but before she does, she says one more thing: "I'll be sure to let the companion assigned to you to wait outside the door, kupo."

And with little other explanation, she closes the door behind her. Such a polite moogle; he has no idea what he's done to deserve her.

"Agreed. 's part of why I joined the group of would-be pilots. Cover more ground." Even though he has his father's car, not everywhere has a place to land it. They do have places to land airships, though. Then, he smiled ruefully at the idea of meeting Cid again. "Got enough of a chewing out for the Regalia breaking down the one time we let Prompto drive. Don't even wanna think about the one we'd get for this one."

Oh, yeah. I dunno, I never thought about it. But yer right. My armor in Crystallis was all, like, white 'n gold 'n red. I dunno, these uniforms are... cooler. Black is sharper.

"Similar to magic, but not magic itself?"

Another weapon materialising seemingly from out of nowhere. Another element of mystery, another part of life on Vaikuntha that will be impossible to predict. Cornelia doesn't like it, loathes not knowing what weapon a potential enemy might be wielding, and that may show in how her eyes narrow and in the way that her mouth tightens into a much thinner line.

That has nothing to do with Connie, though, so she also leans back and asks, "Can you describe those other abilities then, or do they need to be witnessed to be understood?"

Jules Verne? You were right on the first try. May I?

[He'd never take a seat without the lady's permission.]

Romantic? Maybe. Maybe I'll catch that feeling once all of the confusion wears off. Perhaps if I had been asked if I was up for some inter-dimensional travelling first, I'd be in a better mood about it.

Rats? Cute? My God, what sort of strange dimension do you come from then?

[When your only experience with rats is the sewer kind, well...]

I don't see why I should trust these people at all. They could be feeding us all sorts of lies, and we'd have no way of knowing otherwise. We need to stay on our toes!

[Salieri isn't usually the paranoid type, but he's just a bit overwhelmed at the moment.]

Ah! Hello there. [Salieri gives Futaba a smile, though at this point in the day that takes some effort. It's been an exhausting day.]

I do hope I have the right place. Apparently I've been assigned to live here. B-14, correct?

[He's wondering if either Futaba was a visitor, or maybe he did have the wrong home. They wouldn't assign him to live with young women, would they? That's downright scandalous.]

Please, go ahead.

[What a polite man. And he has such nice clothes. They remind her of Haruka immediately.]

Mm, you're not wrong...it would have been nice to be asked, I think. But on the other hand, out of all the people in the universes and worlds, we were both chosen. Don't you think there's something magical about that?

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XD of course Gladio would go back out into the DW to help...

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Ack! I thought I replied to this earlier; my apologies for the delay

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