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

[eternitymods]

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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Suzaku Kururugi | OTA

[promisedtolive]

[ A: Arrival ]

[ He snaps awake, feeling completely unsettled and disoriented. There's a shaky feeling to his limbs, as though he was waking from a nightmare he can't remember (not an unfamiliar occurrance). Another moment of panic descends when he realizes his mask is off. Thankfully, it's beside his cot, unharmed and hopefully unaltered. He pulls the cowl back up over his mouth and fits the Zero mask into place, listening to its tiny pneumatics hiss as it closes safely over his head.

With that taken care of, he can pay attention to the hologram and its two speakers. Not that it makes much sense. "Planetside"? He knew space travel was possible; before the Requiem, he would listen to Lloyd and Cecile would discuss the theory over late night drinking -- mostly Lloyd trying to figure out how to get Lancelot properly equipped so its devicer could achieve orbit. But had they achieved it already? And how had he missed something like that?

Still puzzling over the message, he takes a moment to shift his position so his back is facing the wall, and makes a cursory glance over the room, looking to see if he's the only person there. ]

[ B: Curti Center ]

[ Landing and being able to leave the ship helps his state of mind somewhat. He's never been very good with inaction, though he has enough self-discipline to sit still. But disembarking helps to alleviate some of the tension which had grown over the hours of travel.

Cid's speech provides more information, but all the information is still so much to take in. They aren't even on Earth anymore? What about all the people he's left behind? What is going to happen if he's not there?

How is he going to get back?

He keeps some distance from the majority of the group taking the tour, but he goes along, trying to understand better what in the world has happened, and what it's all going to mean. ]

((OOC: Suzaku arrives dressed like this, without the blood on the mask or the sword. He always wears his mask unless he explicitly takes it off, or if someone saw him asleep during arrival.))

[ D: Check Up ]

[ He has been advised to go get a check up. He's going to ignore that. Walking right past the clinic, thank you very much. ]

[ E: Housing ]

[ Later, head aching and emotions fraying, he accepts a bag of donated goods and a key for House A-01. All he wants is some space to be alone and quiet and try to piece himself back together. ]

Cor Leonis - OTA

[immortalmarshal]

1 - Lost in Memory

For anyone stepping into this memory, they might be able to recognize the layout immediately as a kitchen. Definitely one that would come across as 'modern' for those from such worlds, but still has that feeling of a recently-moved-into home. Two men sit at table as the afternoon shadows slowly growing longer by the hour.

"...don't exactly remember going in there by myself," A brown-haired man in his mid-40s state humorously to a much older man, sipping on some dark coffee in his mug.

"Garula shit, Cor," The older man huffs. "The only reason it didn't feel that way was because Clarus had enough smarts to catch up with you. That big lug made sure you din't do any more stupid stuff that day. At least...nut'in that wuldn't get yer sorry ass killed."

"He was good about that..." Cor's smile slowly fades into a forlorn look. "He...certainly was..." He stares into his mug for a few moments. "...I forgot to apologize."

"Hn?"

"To Gladio. All that time at the Tempering Grounds, and I couldn't even think to apologize for not being there...for his father..."

The old man sighs wearily. "Like I said before, there was nothing ye could've done, back then--"

"Cid." Cor looks at him in that serious, stoic manner of his. "They were my brothers, Clarus and Regis...our brothers. I swore an oath that I would always be there for them, no matter what. And--" He voice breaks for a moment as he looks down into his mug. "...they sent me away when they needed me the most. By all rights, I should've followed my instincts and disobeyed Regis. But...I didn't."

Silence hangs in the air for a few moments, as the old man eyes Cor.

((OOC: not the end of the memory, but feel free to try and start waking up Cor anyway))


2 - Touchdown at the Center

Cor still feels rather disoriented, even after being given the basics by his rescuers. The speeches from the Center officials only helped with the slightly more basic stuff. But he doesn't stay still for long, instead opting to slowly make his way around the gathering in hopes of finding any familiar faces.


3 - Tommy

Cor still side-eyes his newly assigned companion, even as he slowly works on getting his iMog slate adjusted to his personal taste. Said companion is a Moogle - an honest-to-Astrals living Moogle - but one that has dyed his fur green and is wearing a burlap hoodie. There's even a little Moogle-sized lantern hanging off his belt on the side. If anyone's passing by, they might hear the following snippet:

"I said I'm fine. I don't need to be seeing any doctors right now."

"But you must! Kupooo...it's standard procedure. Please, Mr. Leonis?"

"I told you, just call me Cor."


Wildcard

((OOC: Anything else you wanna thread out with this guy? Use this option and toss up your thing~!))

Cornelia li Britannia | OTA

[arosetowar]

A. A Ball of Fluff Named Moogle
[It's a thorough frustration which grips Cornelia now, tightening around her, making her stiff and tense and overextended like an elastic band on the verge of snapping. She doesn't walk through the crowds but rather marches past them as if she is less lost than they are, as if she has somewhere to be, something to do, as if any of what's happened to her thus far makes enough sense for her to find comfort in the facts of her circumstances.]

[So when her moogle comes flying towards her, oblivious to or else indifferent about the inevitability of its collision with her, she not only dodges out of his way but also reflexively thrusts her arm after him, knocking him flying in whichever direction he's headed. Whether he slams into someone else, is caught-mid air, or falls disgracefully to the ground, Cornelia will stop, turn to look at him and whoever is closest by, and say with a clear grumble,]

These damnable creatures...

B. Pretty Sights: Gardens
[Ordinarily, Cornelia doesn't mind loudness. Both the battle of war and the battle of politics have acclimatised her to having to think above distractingly high noise levels, but something about the chaos of new arrivals and old residents colliding at the Curti Center is dampening her thoughts into a meandering murmur. This doesn't suit her. Her arrival, alone, in this strange world has put her at a disadvantage more limiting than any she has ever faced and she needs to be able to focus so that she may come to a tentative understanding of her surroundings.]

[It's only natural that in her wandering attempt to distance herself from the crowd, she finds herself at the gardens. They're quiet and empty and soothing for the beauty of their flowers, and the softness of the breezes which tickle across the grasses, and the sounds of birds as they sing, flitting about between the trees. She sits down somewhere there's a lot of shade, takes out the pamphlets and books and brochures she's brought with her, and begins to read.]

C. Pretty Sights: Hangars
[Cornelia wasn't sure what to expect of the airships; now that she's at the hangers, standing as close to them as she can manage without getting scolded, she feels even less certain about them. They are nothing like the Avalon, or the Ikaruga, or even like Damocles. There's something fantastical about them, something whimsical—something, like everything else in this world, which makes them seem uncomfortably unreal. Like a trick of the mind. Like a lie told through supernatural forces.]

[Still, her curiosity easily dominates all other thoughts, at least for the moment. If anybody comes up beside her, near enough to make conversation with, she will turn to them and ask,]

Do ships like these exist where you're from?

D. Quick Check-Up
[Having to undergo a check-up doesn't bother Cornelia in theory, though she's certainly making it seem otherwise. Not simply through the clearly displeased expression on her face, but also through the multitude of negligently-treated scars she bears on both arms. Bullet wounds. Lacerations. Electrocution marks. Look, sometimes a woman has to ditch hospitals against medical advice in favour of heading out on vengeance quests or leading rebellions.]

[Her moogle is floating beside her, holding her jacket and looking halfway dejected.]

Ahh… I've got my work cut out for me, don't I, kupo?

[She ignores both her circumstances and her moogle, choosing instead to focus on whoever is closest to her in the reception area.]

Have you been waiting long?

E. Wildcard.
[Have at me, I'll roll with whatever.]

((OOC: Will match style! Am also willing to count TDM threads as game canon, just lmk!))

Finn | OTA

[hatejakku]

A. Arrival

[ Finn jolts awake on the narrow cot, still pulling himself from a messed up dream. He didn't remember falling asleep but he's not surprised he did. Only... this isn't the Falcon.

He sits up, maybe startling someone else in the room, but happy to know that this is definitely not a Star Destroyer. Problem is, he doesn't recognize the ship or the people. And he's unarmed.

Feeling exhausted and weak, Finn pushs himself up to pace out of the room just in time for the first hologram message to play. His brows furrow, the man speaking somehow familiar, more so than the second man. There's a name that comes to mind but that can't be right. That would make this recording at least forty years old. But then he mentions Skywalker, and Finn's choking on air. And then the mans says that he's in the cockpit, and that cannot be right.

The hologram turns off to be replaced by another one, but he's not paying attention. He's pointing at the space where it just played and looking around at the crowd. He can't be the only jackass that just saw a young Wedge Antilles say that he is currently in the cockpit of this ship.

Wait. Who the hell is flying this thing? ]

B. A Quick Check-Up

[ Finn's met his moogle buddy, Valli, not too long ago. He had been a bit lost at the time, both physically and mentally. She helpfully reiterated that he had to go do a check-up at the local medical center. And so, he allowed her to lead him to the place without complaint.

Except he's here now. And he's not exactly thrilled, per se. His back should probably get looked at, though. And what if he's carrying some sort of virus or something from his home to this place? Or what if there's a virus here and-? Okay, okay, he's psyched up. He can do this.

Finn takes a deep breath and steps forward, pausing when the doors slide open. The interior looks nice. You know, plants and paintings and what not. But he smells that clean bleached chemical smell. It smells faintly of the Resistance's Medical Bay and almost exactly like the paltry excuse for a medbay of the place he used to be at.

He backpedals. ] Actually, I think I'm fine. I'll just swing by later.

[ Valli's pompom twitches. ] The longer this takes, the worse it'll be.

Yeah, well, all the more reason to not do that- Wait! No, stop! I'm not going! No!

The longer it takes-!

Shut up! I'm not going!

[ So if you see a moogle trying to drag a guy through the door by his shirt, think nothing of it. ]

C. Pretty Sights

[ Finn had been fascinated with the airships but also a bit terrified by the mere existence of Wedge Antilles. He'd have to cross that bridge later. Much later. Or sooner. He wasn't sure. He was kinda hoping that courage would strike him like lightning. Or maybe just regular lightning at this point. That's fine, too.

Anyway, he had meandered his way into the Research area and was taking close looks at all of the displays.

It was becoming apparent that he wasn't even in the same galaxy anymore. And there was nothing to blame except the wacky way his life liked to trail around. So he looked at the astronomy exhibit and thought of Rey, then the airship display and thought of Poe. By the time he got to looking at the asterisk stuff, he was depressed and agitated and frowning. ]

D. Housing - Locked to his roomies in B-02

[ He had taken a few things - only absolute necessities - from the donation bins before heading out with his moogle friend, Valli, in lead again. He wasn't especially happy about bunking with people he didn't know, but it wouldn't be the first time. It was just so very different now. And he was still unarmed.

Needless to say, Finn didn't expect he'd be getting much sleep, but Valli insisted he at least stop in to introduce himself.

So here he comes, roomies. Finn turns the key in the lock and opens the door. ]

E. Wildcard

((ooc: Wanna continue TDM threads? Wanna watch him join the Gunslingers and Chemists? Wanna see Finn get drunk, sing karaoke, and cry? Is your name Wedge Antilles? This is where the magic happens!))

Ravus Nox Fleuret | OTA

[sonoftenebrae]

Memory

[The scene is a large, tastefully decorated receiving room with white marble walls and floor. Light streams in from large windows, and if travelers look out, they will see a city built on the water.

A young woman dressed in white sits slumped in a chair. Beside her, a white dog lies, dozing. Both seem exhausted. They do not notice the presence of the visitors from the Dream Width.

The door opens slowly, making no noise, and a man slips in and seals the door just as quietly. He's made arrangements to be here, but they must go undiscovered by the agents of the Empire. The dog looks up as he passes, but recognizing the figure and not considering him a threat to her mistress, she settles herself back down.

Hands, one gloved and one metal, reach out to gently touch the woman's shoulders. She stirs, groaning softly, as if the effort to lift her head is monumental. She uncurls her clenched fist, offering up a ring to her visitor. Her supplicating look is met with surprise, and the man takes a step back with a sharp inhale of breath, remembering the last time he saw that piece of jewelry.

I beg of you... her voice is breathless, almost slurring in her exhaustion. Please, see the ring to Noctis... on my behalf.

She finds the strength to lift her head and look at her brother, her wish outweighing, for a moment, the frailty of her body. He has turned away, letting his eyes drift to the window, to the waters that house the Hydraean slumbers.]

Arrival

[Ravus returns to his senses on the ship, and he goes to push himself up from his cot in the same moment his eyes snap open. He finds his magitek prosthetic missing, and it takes him a moment to find his balance.]

Where...[he starts to ask, but cuts himself off. The surroundings are unfamiliar, and drawing attention to himself may not be wise. He looks around, seeking a source of information.]

Housing

No. [The young moogle Estoc, with a flower tucked behind one ear and a sword the size of letter opener hanging from a swordbelt at her waste, waves the key in front of Ravus's face once more.]

Why wouldn't you want to live with the other people from your world, kupo? That way, you won't be homesick, kupo!

[To her, it sounds like a great idea. Her charge, on the other hand, continues to glare at her, at the key, and at House C-01. He can't deal with this right now, so the two of them are arguing with one another in the front yard.]

[[OOC: Hi all, I am going to be slow on replies from Jun 6th-June 11th, as I'm heading out of town.]]

Sasami Masaki Jurai | OTA

[saint_sami]

A) Arrival

The little girl let out a gasp as she woke up, flailing a bit in shock. Something... something didn't feel right. She didn't feel whole. Like she was missing something. No mirrors around, that's odd.

Even more odder is the holographic message before her. Planetside? Did someone kidnap her and she didn't realize it? No, of course not - if she'd been kidnapped, everyone back home would be scrambling over themselves to save her. Or maybe she had and they hadn't gotten here yet. She had to find out, starting to sneak around...

B) Curti Center

Upon arriving at the Curti Center, Sasami has now understood what's going on. A little. She had been kidnapped, but not in the way she had expected. So, now, she's stuck in another world with no way of getting back, but she's not really alone, is she?

But, all these pamphlets! Did she really need all of these? It was like she was going on vacation or something!

C) A Ball of Fluff Named Moogle

"Ah, there you are! About time, too, kupo!"

Sasami couldn't help but blink as she looked at the creature before her. It looked so cute, but it seemed so... full of itself!

"My name is Kujo and I am your companion Moogle during your time in this world! Now, before we get going, here's your iMog Slate. This will let you communicate with your fellow offworlders. Or at least, it would, but I made sure to filter all of that."

"But, why--?"

"Ah-ah, no need to thank me! A young child like you does not need to get involved in such problems like that!" As the Moogle continued on, Sasami... opted to walk away and figure something out with her iMog Slate. No way something like him was going to get the better of her.

D) Pretty Sights

By the time sunset came, Sasami had found a spot looking out to the sea. There was so much she had to take in, especially once she looked at her reflection in the sea. She was staring at her own reflection for the first time in over seven hundred years. By all accounts, shouldn't she be dead? She had to - no Tsunami, no life. But, why was she alive here?

She let out a sad sigh. Lost in a new world without anyone she knew, an overbearing Moogle trying to prevent her from doing anything and the worst of all, not knowing if she really was alive or not.

What a way to start her new adventure...

[dreamsoftomorrow]

I. Memory

[Someone was making an announcement was locating the fugitive l'Cie. Wait, what? How had they been located? It didn't take long to find out. The elevator led them right to an ambush. Hope wasn't sure how, but next thing he knew, they were surrounded by soldiers with guns pointed straight at him and Lightning.

His heart raced and he shook in fear, backing up until his back his Lightning's. "Start running."

He turned in shock, looking up at the woman. "Wha...-!"

"I'll keep 'em busy."

"But-!"

"You survive."

Hope shook his head. No, he couldn't just leave her! He was still inexperienced, hardly fit for battle, but as l'Cie, they really did need to keep running. But he... he couldn't just abandon her! He stumbled back slightly, his heart pounding louder as his eyes flitted to the armed soldiers around him.]

II. Arrival

[He awakened with a soft cry, arm reaching out for... something. But all he saw is an unfamiliar roof overhead. What? Hadn't they just been... turning to crystal? Fang and Vanille became Ragnorak and then...]

What?

[His frozen brand was still on his arm, partially hidden by the yellow wrist band. But he couldn't feel Alexander. He sat up, patting himself down. No crystal shards, his body entirely human. He tried to cast Cure on himself, but nothing happened. His magic was gone? But how could that be? The brand on his arm told him he was still a l'Cie!

Hope swallowed at sat up, looking around. It wasn't long before he was up and stepping out into the lobby, suddenly greeted by the hologram explaining just what was going on. It only made Hope's head spin and his confusion mount. He saw no sign of the others, either.]

Light? Vanille? ...anyone?

III. Moogle Time!

[Hope held Mogki almost like a stuffed animal, not that the ball of fluff seemed to mind. Holding in his tiny paws was the iMog slate and he was very busy explaining this very important piece of tech!!

Not that Hope was listening. Well, he was, kind of. He nodded and hummed to show he was listening but his eyes looked elsewhere about the Curti Center. Just what was he supposed to do now? He was officially going to be living on another world, with this little Moogle as his guide. He sighed, resting his chin on the fuzzy head of his new companion.]

Now what?

Kupo! What do you mean, "now what?" haven't you been listening?!

[He got a bop on the head with the slate for that. Hope winced with a little grunt, but he had the grace to look properly chastised.]

It was just an expression, Mogki... sorry. [The moogle huffed and then went about explaining one more time.]

IV. House B-09

Are you sure this is the place, Mogki?

[He had managed to snag a backpack to stuff with as much essential supplies as he could and now he stood in front of the house that he would be sharing with a couple strangers, fellow people from other worlds. The moogle in his arms nodded enthusiastically.]

Yup! Kupo, this is it! You should go inside to meet your new temporary roommates, kupo!

[He sighed. Guess he had no choice, did he? He sighed, hiked up his backpack a little and knocked on the door.]

Hello?

[Wildcard]

[Got something else in mind? Have at it! Or contact me at lineandcolor]

Shi Yamato . OTA

[stillsmiling]

[A. Memory]

[The memory that little Shi is trapped in features him standing in front of a burnt building. Around him, a small town is waking up in the morning. The other buildings are undamaged, but this tourist bureau has been burnt down and torn apart. It's clear from how pristine the surrounding area is that this was a deliberate and controlled act of violence.

Anyone who wanders into the memory will find it to a world with limited magical power. The little Curse Kami is holding a girlish wallet and silently staring at his old home. Trembling, he steps into the surreal rubble.]

Big sister? Tina? [The twelve year old pauses, having caught sight of some photographs. They're of him. They look like someone else should be there, but like those people have been photoshopped out. His face has been crossed out with dark marker and there's some obvious hatred for him.] ... I-I'm sorry. It's ally my fault.

[B. Arrival]

[Upon waking, Shi is a trembling and frightened mess. Hope you're good with scared children, because that's what you're getting. His gaze sweeps the room, taking in the "threats:" He's in close quarters, he's hearing that this is a dangerous ride, and he still thinks he is a literal curse.

He clumsily begins looking for an exit. When Shi sees another person, he doubles back from them fearfully.]

P, Please don't get near me! I need to go. You need to throw me off!

[C. Check-Up]

[Shi was kind of terrified to have a check-up. He's a corpse, you know! Little body heat, not much of a pulse, big ol'stab wound on his back... At least. He thought that. Until he had the thermometer stuck in his mouth and learned he's apparently warm and living???

So excuse him as he turns to the nearest person with wide eyes, and states the obvious.]

I'm alive! [And grinning. This is making him happier than it should.]

[D. Pretty Sights / Garden]

[Confirmed alive! Shi has gone from being overly tense and anxious to waaaay too chill. He got himself a snack and quickly finds himself drawn to the garden. The kid can be found admiring the flowers and gently poking them. This is his first in years being able to feel the breeze, the sun, and the tiny sensation of touching a flower.

He's having way too much fun. Might even be worrisome how excited he is. Despite having loosened up, he still squeaks in alarm when people get too close. Often scurrying away in apologetic silence, like he's a frightened animal.]

S, sorryyy. I won't hurt you..!

Regis Lucis Caelum | FFXV

[regisrex]

I. Memory.

Regis was a year, maybe two years younger than he currently was. Tall and fit, he bent to carefully pick up a tiny, fragile-looking woman out of a wheelchair. She was looking fondly at him, between bouts of coughing, and his touch was gentle.

"You can set me down here, I will be helped further--"

"No, Mother, tonight you get everything, with just me. I'm all yours, and you're all mine. It has been a long time, hasn't it? I'll only tollerate an intrusion by Father."

She looked startled, for a moment, then leaned her head on his shoulder.

When she could not see his face, he let his eyes squeeze shut, to stave away the tears.

II. Check up.

The doctors were pretty cheerful, to be examining someone fit and young and in good condition.

It was only when he was leaving the area, the last, "so, you have a clean bill of health!" echoing behind him, that the bright smile turned fragile.

That verdict wasn't going to last, after all.

III. Housing - C-05

Well, with the help of the moogle - she was patient and incredibly competent and concerned about him, so he thought she reminded him of his Mother - he found his assigned home easily enough.

So, in front of it he was.

"Hello, the house!"

What?

IV. Wildcard.

Hit me up! Or ask at kikibug13. Tags will come as best as I can, though I'm traveling for the next two weeks.

Emeralda Kasim | OTA

[remnantofzeboim]

Curti Center A

"Elly? Fei?"

Emeralda had wandered out of her explanation meeting pretty quickly, not having the patience for listening to people talking and talking when she still didn't entirely understand what was going on.

Instead, the teen was walking through the center, green hair trailing behind her, staring at all the people passing by, looking for any faces she recognized. They had to be here, didn't they? They wouldn't have left her alone like this. Short and thin, dressed in slightly ragged clothing, she only stood out because of that hair of hers, and the annoyed expression on her face.

"Where they go..."

She huffed to herself.

Curti Center B

There had been a book she noticed, too high for her to reach but with a brightly colored cover that kept drawing her eye, and finally she stopped, looking up at it for a few seconds before she stretched her arm up towards it...]

[And nothing happened.

"What?"

She dropped her arm down, staring at her hand, flexing the fingers slowly, and then stretched her arm up again. Stretch. Stretch!

Nothing happened!

"Can't change." She said, dropping her hand again, turning to look at whomever happened to be passing by. "Emeralda can't change! Why can't change?"

A Quick Check-Up

Emeralda sat on the end of the examination bed, her legs swinging, the heels of her bare feet tapping against the bottom of the bed in alternating rhythms, waiting to be told she could leave. She'd only come in because her moogle had insisted, saying it was 'important for safety!' and she could imagine Elly or Fei frowning at her if she skipped something important. But now she was stuck watching two white mages looking at readings they had written down, and then at her, and then shaking their heads.

"Not human?"

She offered in what she hoped was helpful voice, which just earned her an exasperated look from one of the games, who suddenly hurried over again to press a thermometer between Emeralda's lips. Emeralda just stared at her until she took it out again, and leaned up to look at the numbers. Ninety-one degrees.

"That high number. Can go now?"

The white mage just sighed and turned to talk with her associate again, and Emeralda rolled her eyes and turned to look around, spotting the person on the next bed over.

"You tell I not human? Maybe listen."

She asked hopefully. Poor stranger getting wrapped into weird robogirl problems...

Pretty Sights

Emeralda and her moogle, Fidget, were wandering through the research center, looking at all the signs and explanations. Emeralda was mostly interested in the asterisk explanations, there were so many! But the astronomy pictures held her attention too.

"It pretty." She said to her little moogle, who was fluttering around in a circle, apparently with as much energy as the girl. "But all different."

"Oh yes, science here is really different from other places! People are always talking about how they have to get used to things like jobs and airships, it's all very strange to us!"

She suddenly darted down to give Emeralda a little hug.

"But you'll pick it up, I'm sure!"

Then she was back to fluttering around, and Emeralda turned her attention to the asterisk explanations again. She had to pick one of these, right? Hmm...

Housing

Emeralda had found the house she was staying in with Elly and Fei and someone else, B13, and it was nice and fine, but now she was exploring the neighborhood! Or, more specifically looking at the houses of the people nearby. She wasn't quite peering in the windows, but it was close!

She'd never lived in a neighborhood before. It was a lot different from sleeping on the ship! And it was full of strangers and...

Okay, yeah, she was peering in a window. She was curious! But eventually someone had to spot her, and she twisted around, her expression somewhere between 'hand caught in cookie jar' and 'oh hey new person to meet'.

"Uhm. Hi?" She said after a couple seconds of staring. "...You live here?"

[OOC: If there's a different prompt you want or want to run into Emeralda somewhere else, just let me know over on plurk at dalrint! She'll be wandering all over the place.]

Cloud Strife | OTA

[chocobuster]

[ A; Arrival ]

[any memories that the acerbic swordsman would have been ensnared in before...he'd had the fortune of being completely dulled to by the time that his rescuers came. or was it more unfortunate...? he can hear voices, some familiar...others more incoherent. faintly stirring in his cot, his eyes that carried a haunting yet equally dulled glow to them seemed...lifeless. as if he wasn't quite all there yet.

"Cloud?"]

...ah..

["You're really Cloud... Aren't you?" gloved fingertips flinched as a lost memory in his heart reached out to him. told him to get back up. to keep going. what were he and Tifa struggling for? what...was he doing before all of this? the last thing he remembered was making his way to the surface when... "You'll come back, right? ... Cloud?"]

...ggh-

[ "Come back to me, Cloud." ]

!!!

[as if pulling a complete 180, from a near motionless vegetative state to being hyper alert, Cloud's eyes snapped wide open, the flicker of corrupted slitted eyes gone as life returned to his mako-infused gaze. the disorientation from suddenly sitting up like he did almost renders him back down on his pillow, but after a few sharp breathes, he begins to take in his surroundings.]

What the...?

[this wasn't anywhere like the Northern Crater...or Nibelheim. or wherever his body washed up. although the last thing he could remember...who he remembered was,] Tifa?

[shaking his head to try and rid himself of the cobwebs, he swings his legs off the cot and onto his feet. for some reason...he feels...lighter. ah, he was missing his Buster Sword. and any Materia he had on him. it only made sense. he must have been out for a long time. was this Shinra's doing? had they captured him and the others again? his mind was racing with possibilities, his SOLDIER instincts kicking in as he observed that some of the other cots had been used. he wasn't alone. he had no weapons on him either...]

Tifa? Where are you?

[by the time Cloud's made his way out to the lobby, Biggs & Wedge having cleared up part of what was going on, a still confused Cloud could only take in his surroundings as he felt dizzy still. with slouched shoulders and a shake of his head, he could only look around the room for any way to escape... somebody still thought he was dreaming. or in an illusion. or all of the above.]

[ B; A Ball of Fluff Named Moogle ]

"Incoming!"

Whoa- [reflexes kicking in just in time, a little gust (emphasis on little) blows past Cloud's head as the fluttering wings and scrambling little arms of a fluffy white creature stops short of hitting the wall. when the creature turns around, Cloud is quick to recognize just what it was. ...even if the big pom pom on its head was a different touch.]

"Not bad, kupo. I wanted to see if that spiky head of yours was all fluff or as sharp as it looks."

[still wrapping his head around his new situation (be it a dream or not... seeing this little guy was starting to make him feel like this was more of the "dream" category,) Cloud could only blink back awkwardly at his newfound partner. there's a longer silence before the blond finally breaks it with,] A Mog?

"Nah, that's the other guy. Name's Kumo! Everyone keeps saying we look the same though..." [after a brief introduction and despite Cloud's insistence that he was "Not interested." in teaming up with the little Moogle, Kumo had other plans. forever by his side. who knows? maybe they can learn more about the world and one another together! it wasn't like Cloud really had many other options.

...asides curiously reaching up to feel just how the pom pom felt.]

"Hey, hey, easy with the merchandise, kupo!"

[ C; A Quick Check-Up ]

Not interested.

[despite the fact Cloud was looking paler than usual from his previous bout of motion sickness. that is until Kumo gently tugs at the tallest spiky of hair on Cloud's hair. he flinches when his Moogle does that, and although he resists swatting him away, Cloud definitely looks a tad irritated, eyebrow twitching slightly. he wasn't in the best of moods; but who could blame him? lost, confused, and...his own person again? there was much on his mind. he didn't have time to get a check-up done. he was fine. he was strong. he was Cloud... he could manage.

he just wanted to get to this 'housing' of his so he could properly rest and maybe wake up for real when he closed his eyes again]

[ D; Housing ]

B...06?

"That's the spot, Kupo! Lucky you they're giving you a place to get back on your own two feet, huh?"

[he sighs before shrugging. at this point he feels like chocobo being herded. go here. tour here. take a medical exam here. don't touch the pom pom you haven't earned the right to touch it yet, kupo. give Cloud just a little more time. until then, with the key to his new albeit temporary abode, he opens the door and steps inside.]

"Welcome home, Kupo!" [the little guy was enthusiastic if not spunky, who wastes no time in fluttering past his partner to check the place out. was anyone else home? if not, he'd take a moment's reprieve in his room before setting back out to collect some supplies as was suggested to him.]

Iris Amicitia | Final Fantasy XV | OTA.

[moogleshield]

MEMORY.

[ Perhaps you were on one of the many airships set to save the new "arrivals" that had found their way adrift in the endless sea of the Dream Width. Maybe you found yourself here through no fault of your own, eyes closing and opening to a distinct shift in what you know or remember. Regardless, as the world begins to shift before you, everything seems to quietly fall away, as a new existence slowly snaps into place.

It's raining, colors blurring together in a tapestry of muddy grays, as the sounds of cars and people quietly frame this damp and dreary night. Placed squarely in the middle of what appears to be a large park, a copse of trees blocking out what scant light the streetlights specking the city provide, the world moves as if it does not notice that someone else is here. Life moves on, unaware of the change.

But there's someone else here, the percussive, full-body sobs of someone nearby cutting through the noise. It's faint, but difficult to ignore, and crouched by a large tree, her back turned, is a small girl. Her black dress is covered in mud, and judging from the scrapes on her bare arms, it looks like she might have fallen from somewhere. ]

MOOGLES + CHECK-UP.

[ This is a lot to take in. The Dream Width. A new world. The fact that Noctis and her father are still very much alive. It's overwhelming to say the least, and while it's probably a good idea for her to stay grouped up with someone she knows, she doesn't really want to keep Noct tied up for however long it takes for her to get settled. Apparently there are things she has to do? They have an agenda now? That seems kinda weird for a group that's still new to this whole people-from-other-worlds thing, but Iris is willing to roll with the punches.

The deciding factor? Well... ]

I can't see it from here. Where are we going anyway, Oleander? You haven't told me yet.

All in due time, kupo. I assure you, miss, that you will be glad we came this way, kupo.

[ So moogles. She's familiar with them, but only that they were cute and very much not-real. So after the initial meeting (and quietly geeking out over) her own moogle, Iris set out her own toward a place that she was told was required viewing.

It must be good, right? Usually if there's a line, that means that people want to be here. Unfortunately, she's still too far back to realize that it is the hospital that she's been corralled toward. It just looks like a large building from here. She's not going to be too happy when she realizes what is going on.

And true to that, some time later... ]

Come now, it can't have been that bad, kupo.

Ah'm noh talhun to youh righ nah, Oheandah.

[ Sitting on one of the hospital bed, a lollipop stick hanging out of her mouth as she holds a hand over the inside of her elbow, Iris doesn't look amused. She doesn't mind going in for a routine check-up, and if he had been honest about it, she wouldn't be so miffed.

Look, she's tough, but even the strongest fighters probably still hate needles. Ugh. ]

PRETTY SIGHTS.

[ As the day finally gives way to evening, Iris finds herself in the park, wandering around almost aimlessly as she slowly lets everything that has happened filter in. It's overwhelming, and for the most part she's done well to compartmentalize most everything. This world isn't her own, and so much about it is strange and new that it's difficult to be able to focus on one particular thing.

How did they get here? Was this just the natural progression of things, a result of the daemons taking hold of her own world? It feels strange and weirdly heavy in her chest. Things were peaceful, and there's something about that that makes her ache. With everything that's happened recently, none of this feels real. As if she were still trapped within a dream, and that, as soon as she fell asleep here, she would awaken back in a world plagued by perpetual night.

But for now...

Slowly, Iris stops, looking out toward the horizon, and the amber-colored sun slowly lowering. Her moogle hovers to her side, saying something that she doesn't quite hear ("Miss?"). Right now, it's as if she's a million miles away.

A sunset... ]

...I never thought I'd get to see this again.

[ She had forgotten how beautiful they could be. ]

Frisk (Inverted Fate) | OTA

[sassafrisk]

A: Memory
When the mists give way to this new memory, they reveal a sterile hospital waiting room, filled with soft murmurs, the odor of disinfectant, and a general aura of despair. The doors to the patient wing constantly open and close, but nobody enters or exits, and every person in this twisted dream is faceless save for a massive, grotesque eye... well, perhaps not every person.

The gazes of all the nightmares are focused, unmoving, unblinking, on one child hidden in the corner of the room. No more than twelve years old, their head is hung, shaggy mop of brown hair obscuring their eyes, and their skin is an unnatural shade of bright yellow. Fists clenched, tears roll down Frisk's eyes, dampening their purple and blue striped shirt.

Faint snatches of conversation can be picked out from the general susurrus...

"...what a horrible child..."

"...do such a thing?"

"...will she be able to..."

"...a few months at best..."

"...they deserve to be punished..."

B: Arrival
Frisk groans, their eyes fluttering open as the low murmur of conversation reaches their ears. Must've been one wild trial. Is this what being hungover felt like? More importantly, why did they feel hungover? "Ugh, Papyrus, who are you-" Their eyes widen--not that it helps much--and they take in their new surroundings. "Papyrus!"

Getting to their feet and stumbling through the crowd, wearing a pink shirt proudly declaring "COOL DUDE!" they stumble through the crowd, muttering, "Sorry, excuse me, coming through, looking for a skeleton, has anybody seen a skeleton? Where am I anyways? Who are all you- Woah!" Frisk comes to the window and gawks out at space. It was at times like this that they wished that they hadn't been so stubborn about getting glasses. But still... where was Papyrus?

C: Curti Center
A soft "woah" escapes Frisk's mouth as they disembark the airship, drinking in the sights and sounds of the Curti Center. Now this was cool. Both literally and metaphorically. They'd had enough of being boiled alive in their own sweat in Hotland, thankyouverymuch. Frisk moves with the crowd, a bit distracted as they head to Cid's speech, but standing in rapt attention as the director lets loose with an obligatory exposition dump. Normally, they'd be a lot more hype about getting dropped into a place as awesome as Vaikuntha, but... they purse their lips. Frisk had people to save, and on top of that, they didn't even have their save file anymore. That was gonna be a huge problem. They had to get back, before another human fell and ended up with their SOUL harvested. For the sake of everyone.

Despite all of these things and their memory weighing on their mind, Frisk melds into the crush of people easily, mostly content to gawk at things, annoy tour guides, and look for Papyrus in the chaos, but they may occasionally crash--quite literally--into people, and are more than willing to make casual conversation as the tour continues.

D: A Ball of Fluff Named Moogle
It was supposed to be an easy job. Get into the cafeteria, grab some food, crack a few jokes, then leave. It was supposed to be an easy job. But then again, life always seemed to bend over backwards to make itself difficult for Frisk, so why would that change now? As Frisk saunters into the cafeteria, the hairs on the back of their neck stand up. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

And, before they can so much as process the dawning horror of a one-eyed blue moogle charging at them screaming "NGAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" at the top of her lungs, Mogdyne is upon them. Limbs locked in sheer, raw terror and a hefty dose of repressed rage, Frisk glares up at the odd moogle that lands on their head, the force almost driving them to their knees. "Hello, punk!" she roars in Frisk's ear. Rather than flinching, they just glare harder.

"So you're the puny wimp that they assigned me to babysit, huh?" Mogdyne sneers, showing off a maw full of filed teeth. "If you're expecting me to hold your hand and tell you that everything is just gonna be just fine, well, have I got news for you!"

Frisk opens their mouth to fire back, before before they can do so, Mogdyne continues. "I'm Mogdyne, and there's NO WAY I'm gonna let you stay such a lame, weak noodle as long as I'm with you! Either you moogle up or you break! Now, go eat some meat, punk!"

Looking down at the floor, Frisk mumbles, "This is hell. I died for real and I'm in hell now. I'm in hell."

E: Housing (Closed to B-11)
For a few moments, all is silent in the disaster house. Then, that golden calm is completely shattered when a small, sassy child throws open the door, grinning wildly. "Honey, I'm HOME!" they yell. This is surely an omen of annoying, wacky, flirty antics.

Nunnally vi Britannia | OTA

[chosehope]

[Check up]

[While Nunnally doesn't mind doing a check up, she already knew that things were going to be awkward. As she waited outside, she couldn't help but wonder just what they were going to do with her. Looking down in her wheelchair, she gave a sigh. Well, might as well strike up a friendly conversation with someone nearby right?]

At least look on the bright side, at least it's a day nice today! I don't think anyone can argue with that!

[Pretty sight]

[The moment that Nunnally heard about a garden, she just knew she had to see it right away. If there was one thing that would cheer her up, it would be flowers. Of course, she was so excited, she didn't even bother to see if she might be bumping into anyone. While she knew it was a rude thing to do, all she wanted was something that looked a little bit like home.

Couldn't she be just a little bit selfish and see some flowers? She just got here but she couldn't deny that she was feeling a little homesick already]

[Jobs]

[All things considered, Nunnally wasn't quite sure what to do with her job. She didn't mind being support but it was quite the departure of being Viceroy. At the same time, she couldn't deny that there was something excited about being able to cast spells and magic. As she giggled to herself, it almost felt like she was part of a game of sorts!

Maybe this could be fun after all?]

What kind of job did you get? [She asked the person next to her] I'm excited to be an Astrologian myself!

[Wildcard]

[Surprise me!]

Brigitte Lindholm | Overwatch

[theirshield]

[Center]

Everything about the Dream Width was... well, a lot to take in. It was easier for Brigitte to focus on the interesting elements of what life here on Valkuntha would be like. That's why she was reading up on a pamphlet- Your Moogle and You- and had a few about jobs sitting in a stack on the table next to her. It looked like she probably wasn't sure which job might fit her best, and was more than a little lost in general-but that wasn't stopping her from trying to learn.

Unfortunately, once she got up to leave the center, it *did* stop her from watching where she was going. Just before exiting, she collided with somebody going the other way, very nearly falling over-and dropping her stack of pamphlets. Blushing, she was quick to apologize. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."

[Housing (C-03 Only)]

Even though she'd been provided her key by Moglin-and the moogle absolutely insisted that she should just go in-Brigitte found herself knocking on what was to be the door of her own house. It felt wrong somehow to do otherwise, since this was already their space.

Shifting somewhat awkwardly on her feet, Brigitte knocked again, slightly louder this time. Hopefully someone was home-if not, she'd just have to live with letting herself in.

[Jobs]

"Is this... really the right part of the city, Moglin?"

Turning towards the moogle, he had a disdainful look on his face. "Of course it is! The guild hall!." The fact that the hall was a party in full swing somehow didn't sit quite right with Brigitte. She'd expected Paladins to be more... orderly. And wear less black. The way she watched the partying cautiously from a safe distance while looking for some semblance of structure probably gave it away that she wasn't in the right place-maybe somebody more helpful than Moglin could point her in the right direction. Or maybe somebody would try to draw her into the party, even if she wasn't exactly looking for that right now.

Moira O'Deorain | Overwatch

[surrenderto]

Curti Center/A fluffball

[ Moira has stayed silent during this event. Being told that through the powers of some untold possible magic that she was in another world, possibly another reality was too troubling to devote her time to idle chitchat. It's a moment where she has to observe others first and watch them. People looking for those they knew. People who seemed completely lost. Some people who could simply go with the flow. It was an interesting sight. ]

[ But she wanders through the center paying little mind to people. She doesn't seem interested in any of the pamphlets that natives are trying to hand her. She's doing a fine job looking level-headed and disinterested until a moogle with a bright red streak on its forehead comes crashing into her. ]

You are here, kupo! I thought you'd be in hiding.

[ Anyone observing can note there's a brief lapse in her calm expression that shifts temporarily to confusion. That doesn't seem to stop the moogle. ]

I'm Declan and I'm here to help. I got this for you and I...are you listening, kupo?

I am. Go on, I'm listening.

[ She isn't aware of the hell she's unleashed as her moogle just starts listing off everything it possibly knows from the useful to the mundane. Slowly she reaches a hand up and begins to massage her temples. Declan doesn't seem to either notice or care. ]

This must be a joke.

Check-up

[ Moira is trying to casually nope her way past this. Declan however has other ideas as the moogle is trying with all of his might to tug on her sleeve and get her to stop. ]

It's a good idea, kupo!

Not a chance. If they want my medical history I will send them a copy later.

That's not how it works.

[ She shrugs and is determined to walk right on by despite the clearly louder growing protests that Declan keeps yelling. Help the moogle? Help Moira? Or maybe wish they'd just shut up and stop bickering. ]

Pretty Sights: Research Section

[ It isn't much of a surprise she ends up here. Moira can be found spending nearly a whole day around the area. Whether it's spending time figuring out the difference between the functionality of the airships here and the various air crafts back home, trying to figure out what on earth magic is at its base level or generally just trying to sneak a peek at restricted areas when employees go in and out. She is definitely a busybody here. Unlike every other time so far she's managed to get her moogle to leave her alone for the time. ]

Wildcard!

[ For any and all other options! ]

Salieri | open

[aethereally]

[Check Up]
[Saleri is very overwhelmed, and while trying not to let on, the whole situation is becoming too much for him to handle. This is especially apparent when he finally realizes that the place they've taken him to is a hospital. Sal's never been a big fan of doctors in the first place, and now he's gone from about 75 to 100% sure he can't trust the people in charge of whatever this operation is. What if this is all just some kind of weird experiment?

Salieri backs away from the workers, head held high, frowning deeply.]

I see! No thank you, I won't be involved in-- whatever this is. I won't be anyone's lab rat.

[With that, he starts to back up against a wall... and suddenly turns around sharply, running into it head first. It seems like he was expecting to go through it, but physics wasn't working with him. Ignoring the bruise he's going to be getting on his forehead, Saleri looks shocked and scared as he looks over himself. This was bad.]

Why didn't I-- Why can't I shift? What's going on?


[Sights]
[The wondrous world in front of Salieri is at least distracting enough for some of his current fears to fade. The difference in culture is astounding: different races of creatures, living harmoniously; people not just openly using and discussing magic, but making public careers out of it; the architecture and transportation being like nothing he's seen before; the total lack of people wearing hats in public! It was a lot to get used to.

He also stuck out quite obviously in his bright red, pinstriped, turn of the 20th century suit. While normally Salieri would be very grateful for all the attention, he was feeling an unusual loss for words. When visiting the gardens at the cafeteria center, he seeks out anyone else who seems to stick out as he does. Maybe they can sympathize. Salieri offers his best soft, sympathetic smile.]

This is all a bit much, hmm? Feels like I woke up inside a Jules Verne story.


[House B-14, closed to household]
[At the end of the day, just as the sky is darkening, Saleri finally makes it to his new home. He's been told that he'll be living with other people, which seems a little strange to him, but he's prepared to make the best of it. Safety in numbers, right? Besides, he could really use some good company right now.

The folks at B-14 are greeted by a slight young man in a flashy suit, hat in hand, as he knocks and then enters. He's hoping that's not rude.]

Hello? Anyone home?

Zelgadis Graywords | OTA

[gathersnomoss]

Awaken! A Memory of the Past!
It's night: the sort of night that exists in rural areas that haven't invented electric lights. You are standing outside a small building, windows lit dimly from a fire burning in the fireplace within. The sound of owls is present in the distance.

A figured wearing a light-colored cloak slips out of the house, carrying something -- a pot or jar? -- in one arm. He closes the door quietly and carefully, then turns and starts to jog away from the house.

Follow him? Check the inside of the house? Something else?

Beginning! A Moogle's Tutorial
Zelgadis had gathered a bunch of the information after listening to the explanations given at the Curti Center and is heading to find a place to sit down and read it (possibly while getting food), when a small, furry blur slams into him. It is pretty hard to knock a man made of stoen off his feet, but it was a valiant attempt.

Before he could object, the Moogle said. "Hello, are you Zelgadis Graywords? Nice to meet you, I am your assigned guide, Mogesta!" She pulls a clipboard out of her bag. "Now, we have a lot to cover, so please listen carefully. First, I'm going to need you to fill out this survey I wrote to help me contact the Guilds on your behalf. It's only 50 questions long, so it should take you no time at all."

"Or I could just tell you what I want," Zelgadis said. He glanced idly around, to see if he could fob off the Moogle on someone who liked extroverted, hyper-organized people. "Why don't you go help that person?"

Whatever you are doing, you have an annoyed new arrival striding over, with a frustrated Moogle trying to explain that this wasn't how it worked at all.

Comfort! A New Home Away From Home
Zelgadis was unable to convince Mogesta to leave short of declaring he was tired and wanted to find where he was staying and go to sleep. Which had meant picking up all sorts of supplies from storage first, but he finally was shown to B-06 and Mogesta left with a cheery 'See you tomorrow, Mister Graywords!".

Zelgadis judged the size of the house. "It's too much to hope for that I have this place to myself." He shifted the bag to retrieve the keys he had been given. At least the neighborhood seemed quiet.

... that meant someone was going to suddenly yell or make something explode, didn't it?

Gladiolus Amicitia l Final Fantasy XV l OTA

[hashtagdaddy]

[ A: Memory ]

[Should anyone stumble into this memory, they'll be surprised to see a man lying battered and bloody in a clearing. A dirt-crusted hand clenches around the hilt of some type of sword - a katana, to be precise.

Blood flows sluggishly and surely from an angry gash crossing almost entirely from Gladio's left shoulder to his right hip and more trickles across his face from yet another cut, this one smaller and less severe-looking than the one on his chest. A humorless chuckle pierces the air, previously only filled with the ragged breathing of the heavily injured man.]

Fuckin' figures. Comin' here t'prove I am strong enough to be Noct's Shield, completing the challenges, an' failing anyway 'cuz I can barely move now.

[Grunting in pain, Gladio pushes himself into a seated position and plants the blade in the ground. He was - is - stronger than this, dammit. He'll use this blade as a cane if he has to because he refuses to die here. Determination fills his voice, and he growls into the empty air.]

M'not gonna bleed out in the fuckin' Tempering Grounds. I swear it, I'm comin' back to you guys.

[ D: A Ball of Fluff Named Moogle ]

[It's been one hell of a day and honestly, Gladio just wants to figure out where he can go crash. Waking up in an airship next to Ravus, of all people, when his last memory is of falling asleep in a tent with his friends brothers is ... an experience to say the least.

And then all the information dropped on him pretty much all at once at the Curti Center - he's no slouch in the brains department, but a guy has limits regarding how much he can process at once.

Worried for his friends and for his Prince, and entirely overwhelmed with this entire situation, he looks around for someone he can talk to about where his temporary housing is when he feels a nudge against his calf. Looking down, he spots what looks like a Moogle. An actual, real-life Moogle. It's a cute little thing, fur tinged lilac and wearing a crimson dress with a floral pattern, though it's staring up at him apprehensively.]

K-kupo, I'm your assigned companion Mr. Amicitia ... a-are you ready to go to your quarters?

[Astrals, it talks. It's real and it talks.

And the poor thing looks like it thinks Gladio will eat it. Or step on it. Crouching down to be closer to eye-level with the adorable Moogle, he smiles as gently as he can.]

Hey. You can just call me Gladio, little one. I know I'm a big guy, but I promise you don't have to be scared of me. If you want, you can ride on my shoulders and steer me towards wherever I'm staying.

[ G: Housing ]

Here we are, kupo! [The newly christened Noodle is excitedly directing Gladio from her perch on one broad shoulder, pointing at a house labeled C-05.

He remembers hearing that there are people from home - his home - in this house and in another one, but he's not entirely sure who to expect. Gladio had been hesitant to look at the names of those he'd be staying with, and so is unprepared for what might greet him as he approaches the front door.]

Marinette Dupain-Cheng | OTA

[doodlebuginette]

Arrival

The first thing she noticed as she was waking up was that she wasn't at home. Or anywhere else she recognized. The sounds and scents were all wrong, and the bed she's lying on certainly left a lot to be desired. Opening her eyes, Marinette was not comforted at all by the unfamiliar surroundings.

It took all of a minute or two to decide she no longer wanted to be in this eerily quiet room. So she's getting up and walking out into an equally empty hallway. Just as she began to wonder if this whole place as like that, there was something happening at the far end of the room, and she's blinking to realize that it's some kind of projection.

Unfortunately, she's no less confused by the time the thing had ended. The following messages did nothing to help that, either.

"Okay, then..."

Curti Center

Landing and being able to walk on solid ground again actually did wonders for her mood. It wasn't something she'd have given much thought to before, but there was just something inherently comforting about knowing she was on solid ground. Or maybe she was just being silly.

Cid's speech was enlightening, but there were still so many questions left. The most important one had to be how she was going to get home.

The tour was no less informative, and by the time it had concluded, she was starting to feel slightly better about her current predicament.

Time For Your Check-Up

While it would never be her favorite way to spend her time, Marinette could understand the importance of having regular check ups. Particularly when she'd just found herself in a completely new world.

And so here she is, wandering into the clinic with an only slightly apprehensive expression. "Hello?"

Housing (B-05)

After collecting the standard welcome package of toiletries, Marinette went off in search of what was to be her new home for however long. And of course she'd been informed that she'd have housemates, but that wasn't surprising considering the way things were set up here. Marinette could only hope that she'd be able to get along with these people.

Max Caulfield | Life is Strange | OTA

[precognitive]

 

MEMORY

[ It seems like a simple school girl memory at first glance. Max enters what looks like a bathroom of a public area, likely a school due to the graffiti written over it such as "Rachel Amber is a bitch!" and "I hate Victoria Chase". She looks at the mirror above one of the sinks, a weird piece of graffiti drawn on it of a crown, glasses and moustache. She touches it, deep in thought about something. She then rinses her face before pulling out a polaroid photograph, looking at it for a few moments. ]

Fuck it!

[ She says as she rips it in two and throws it on the floor. As she does, a bright blue butterfly appears through a small open window, landing on a bucket at the side of the last cubicle out of view. Max follows it, pulling out her camera before taking a shot and smiling. The moment is interrupted by a clearly upset young man muttering to himself while Max is hidden from view. "Don't be scared... You own this school... If I wanted I could blow it up... You're the Boss..." he's saying as he's pacing round. A blue haired girl, dressed in a punk style walks in. She's blackmailing the boy for "hella cash" and things get heated when he pulls a gun out. There's a struggle as he fires it, seemingly unintentionally as the girl falls and Max comes out of hiding, her hand point up. ]

No!

[ And everything seems to go in slow motion then speeds up but BACKWARDS for a few seconds before the scene changes to Max sitting in her chair in class. She's looking very confused right now. As one of the girls in the class' phone rings Max is startled and her camera hits the floor, breaking. After a few moments she holds out her hand again and the camera reverses back into place, perfectly in tact on her desk.

She then takes a photo of herself, which catches the teachers attention on her. He asks her a question. ]

I need to use the bathroom.

[ It seems Max really wants to get to the bathroom, possibly related to earlier parts of the memory. It doesn't work as the teacher asks her to stay behind after class, then another student answers the question correctly while giving a smug retort to Max. Again everything goes backwards to when the teacher asked the question. Max then gives the correct answer, preventing herself from being kept behind in class. After class there's another few instances of this rewind to try and save as much time before Max is darting off through the hall and back into the bathroom. This time her actions are less natural and more like she's trying to imitate what happened earlier. The scene begins to unfold in the same way but before the girl is shot, Max manages to break the glass protecting the fire alarm button and presses it. This startles the boy and the girl kicks him before leaving and he follows.

As Max leaves the bathroom, a look of panic and disbelief on her face, the memory begins again with her now entering the bathroom. ]

PRETTY SIGHTS: CAFETERIA

[ This was an adventure in and of itself. The queue had indeed been long and Max's anxiety was high, but she managed to overcome it (due to being pretty hungry) and get some food. Laughing with and taking a photo of the jovial Hypello who was more than happy to pose for her, much to the disgruntlement of people behind her. ]

S-sorry!

[ She said as she rushed the iMog onto her tray and quickly moved away for others. Almost stumbling over and losing the lot and breaking it. That would be just like Max. She was fortunate this time. Looking for a seat and spotting a lone seat surrounded by quite a few others. ]

Is this seat taken?

[ Whether she gets this seat or has to find another, when Max is sat and eating, she's scrolling through her iMog slate at some of her photos. Smiling as she does so. ]

PRETTY SIGHTS: GARDENS

[ Max was drawn to the garden's particularly the butterfly section. She really wanted to find one similar to the blue butterfly she'd taken a photo of back home. Some small comfort perhaps? Still, these butterflies were very different to ones she'd seen back home. ]

Oh wow.

[ She gets a little distracted at a pair dancing around each other, as they leave a sparkly sort of trail that twists in time with their dancing. It's really quite beautiful. She takes the shot. ]

HOUSING

[ Max has qcquired some essentials from the donation supply. Brush, toothpaste and toothbrush, a few towels, a blanket. It was quite a lot to carry at once and she drops the brush on the floor, then when going to pick it up drops the toothbrush which goes on for a few seconds until she manages to get everything back in her hands again with a heavy sigh. Now she just needed to find where she'd be living. ]

E-excuse me, do you know where B-10 is?

[monafide]

OOC: I deleted this and reposted, but it seems DW has brought the comment back? I would delete it again but don't want to potentially mess things up so I'll just edit this.

Morgana | Persona 5 | OTA

[monafide]

 

A QUICK CHECK-UP

[ About the size of a Moogle, or Lalafell, Morgana is propped up on one of the hospital bets as the people are prodding and poking him. After being asked to remove his costume he stands up immediately, still on the bed. ]

This is not a costume! It's just what I look like! ...And I'm perfectly fine! Can I go now?

[ They shake their heads as they walk off to get something and he gives off a sigh as he sits back down, possibly grumbling a little. How did Ren put up with all the medical examinations he'd never really know. He'd have to ask him when he meets up with him. ]

PRETTY SIGHTS: CAFETERIA

[ There's a small cat like creature walking along the counter where the trays slide when in the queue. He's bouncing along cheerfully, though possibly a might bit impatient. ]

Oooooh I'm so hungry! Do you think they'll have sushi?