How many goodly creatures are there here! :: GAME OPENER

[synergismus]

Welcome to Baedal.

These are the first words newcomers hear when the door opens and they are invited into their new world. Some fuss, some fight, some need time before they have the courage to step outside. Others, shell-shocked or jaded, go quietly along with the proceedings.

They are given brief instructions; a repeat of what's described in the pamphlet and a door key.

Please stay in your room. There will be dinner soon.

It's been almost a day for some. For others, only an hour's wait. The latest newcomer is lead straight from the arrival room to the dining hall where candles and lanterns have been set out to compensate for failing electricity. (Those who have been here longer explain about rolling blackouts.) The food, however, is warm, varied and plentiful. Seating is open, and less conventional chair are available to those who need them.

There are many strange faces around the table, the majority of these recent arrivals. The proprietor of the Valhalla Inn is here, as is some of her staff. The Sheriff of Mog Hill is introduced, his function detailed. The reason for the dinner is explained:

It's a celebration. A new cohort has finally been officiated; CeidaryBlue523. Your cohort. Please. Introduce yourself. Mingle. Get to know your fellows, they will be your brothers and sisters for as long as you live in this city.


((OOC post for discussion and coordination.))

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[anendofanera.livejournal.com]

After being locked up in a room for Christ only knew how long, which had logically probably only been a few hours but felt like an eternity, there was no way in hell Ashley was just going to go play nice nice with her 'cohort' just yet. First she was getting the lay of the land.

Considering no one seemed to be trying to stop her just yet, she wasn't bothering with stealth. Therefore there is a spandex clad and masked twenty something prowling unapologetically through the halls, a purple, empty quiver over one shoulder and a matching purple box clenched tightly in one white-knuckled hand. Occasionally she bites out bits of muttered conversation to herself.

"What the hell is this now."

[pureandstrange.livejournal.com]

While Ashley's attire strikes him as outlandish, it therefore fits in with the entire rest of the setting, which is in Rodolphus' mind entirely foreign. There are familiar parts, but they are just enough to make things surreal, not comfortable. Then again, nothing has been comfortable for many years now, so in the end he's subsisting much as he has been.

He himself doesn't fit in, he would acknowledge, if he stopped to think about it; the rather Victorian suit and dark robe he wears open over it definitely hail from a different world.

As Ashley is recognizably female, he courteously moves closer to the window to let her pass by unobstructed, but says nothing, and doesn't stare. At her, anyway, he's definitely staring out the window. There's nothing particularly interesting going on out there.

[anendofanera.livejournal.com]

The man does drawn her attention for a moment. Not because he moved, she expected people to do that, or even because of his get up at first, but because he looked away. Ashley paused to follow his gaze at the window for a moment, concerned something of interest or, more importantly, of potential danger might actually be happening. Anything outside of this messed up parody of normalcy they were trying to create here would be aces in her book at the moment.

But no, nothing. Ashley turned her gaze from the window to the man, looking him up and down for a moment before speaking.

"Something I'm missin'?"

[pureandstrange.livejournal.com]

"Possible," he answers, and while it isn't lighthearted there's an element of apathy which may go far in demonstrating he's just a weirdo who stares out of windows. "What do you see?"

The prospect of conversation is both tempting and a little tiring. What does Rodolphus have to talk about anymore? At the same time, he's not about to lie down and die, so he might as well suck it up and socialize.

[anendofanera.livejournal.com]

"A waste of time trying to upgrade to a poor man's philosopher."

Ashley shook her head with a short, slightly aggravated sigh. This morning she'd been a Kingpin. Tonight she was snapping at a Goodwill reject in a different dimension. That pathetic part being she officially didn't have much better to do with her time until she got her bearings. There was life for you.

[pureandstrange.livejournal.com]

All he does is make a little 'on your way' gesture, an ironic and polite invitation that showcases little disturbance in response to her criticism. He hasn't had much to do with Americans, let alone Americans who go about masked like that, so he'll just assume their ways are strange.