Event || Worldwide Tourists

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Who: All New Arrivals and Curti Center Staff
When: April 15th-30th
Where: All over Vaikuntha, starting outside of the airship hanger
What: Ganeshan, the resident Job Expert, will be taking the new arrivals around the the various Guilds so they can collect their chosen Job Asterisks as noted in their applications.
Warnings/Notes: Guild prompts can be found here

Enter the Master

[Each new arrival's iMog buzzes with a message instructing them to gather for a worldwide adventure to obtain the power of Vaikuntha. If they follow the invitation's instructions, they will arrive at outside of the airship hanger on the morning of the 15th, with their meager belongings packed.

An Enterprise-Class airship, the Ragnarok, hovers outside of the Curti Center. There is a flash of light on the top of the ship.]

"WELCOME!"

[A figure, minuscule at this distance, launches itself off of the ship and hurtles toward the ground. As he draws closer to the ground, he starts to flip, landing with a flourish. An armored figure, sans helm, turns his toothy Zora grin to the crowd. With a shimmer, his armor transforms into a white mage's robe, and he sends a rush of wind through the crowd for dramatic effect.]

"I AM GANESHAN, THE JOB MASTER! GYA HA HA HA! TODAY, YOUR LIVES WILL CHANGE FOREVER."

[Ganeshan shimmers again, ruthlessly abusing the Chemist's Modifier skill to once again shift Job Classes so he can lower the airship's loading dock with a wave of his hand.]

"I BELIEVE THAT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU HAS THE ABILITY TO MASTER THE JOB CLASSES. SOME OF YOU MAY MASTER MANY, OTHERS WILL PURSUE THE PERFECT MASTERY OF JUST ONE. BUT EITHER WAY, YOU'LL BE INCREDIBLE!"

[Ganeshan gives everyone a big thumbs-up. The out-worlders who are not scared off by this booming speech can feel free to enter the airship and prepare for their ride around the world. Hopefully some of the Curti Center's newest hires can serve as non-crazy less exuberant tour guides for the new arrivals.]

Around the World

[The Ragnarok will be stopping at every major city in Vaikuntha, with the exception of those cut off by the Imperial border closing. Characters can create top levels to respond to the Guild prompts and explore the cities themselves as the ship makes its stops. Each Guild provides information sessions, free food and trinkets for potential applicants, and once you're ready to receive your Asterisk, all you have to do is take some introductory lessons and fill out forms. Characters can receive up to two asterisks. Time to get to know your new world!

Questions for Ganeshan can be directed to the Ganeshan top level post.]

Comments

[sullenstallion]

[To make matters even more frustrating for Snow White, that slap is easy to read from a mile away. The only skin Snow manages to hit is of Dylas' arm, raised at the last second.

Shit, though. He hadn't expected such a childish reaction. Or is he the one to blame here? He knows what he said is shitty, and he only said it because he's not used to being touched, but...]

Beast, huh? ['Monster'.] That's exactly the sort of thing I'm talking about.

[poisonwish]

I ought to cut that forked tongue from your mouth -- !

[With his other hand, Snow scrabbled blindly for the knife on the table. At least Dylas wouldn't have to block that, since by this point Snow had garnered the attention of the master Gourmands.]

Oi!

[A large, burly man grabbed Snow White by the wrist and firmly pulled him out of Dylas' reach -- for both Dylas' sake and Snow's own.]

I think you both should leave now. You don't have to like each other, but you can't fight here.

[sullenstallion]

[He's ready for the knife, too. The seconds before the knife is swung at him, he positions the tip of his tail, attempts to wrap it around Snow White's ankle. This isn't lost on the gourmands—and much to his later frustration, it does make Dylas equally complicit. He does want to start a fight.]

I'd like to see you try, you ignorant fop—

[The gourmand steps on Dylas' tail hard enough for him to make it back off and to make him wince. He's tempted to hiss, instincts from Ryslig bubbling back up. He could try to pin both of them, sink his teeth—

No. No, he recoils. The gourmand doesn't have his hands on him, so he pulls his arms to himself and stays where he is.]

Careful with that one. He's freak--er, fragile.

[But Dylas grabs his stuff. He's not staying around, either. His appetite's ruined.]