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multiversallogs2011-04-30 09:21 pm
synergismus) wrote in multiversallogs2011-04-30 09:21 pm
Entry tags:
- @ mog hill,
- @ mog hill: valhalla inn,
- dean winchester,
- dominica norrington,
- hellboy,
- integra hellsing,
- jack benjamin,
- lucius malfoy (jr),
- lyla tzigano,
- martel,
- npc,
- rachel conway,
- rodolphus lestrange,
- wolfgang einhorn,
- { nazca barsavi,
- } adrian veidt,
- } apollo,
- } ashley barton,
- } balthier,
- } cassandra of troy,
- } ianto jones,
- } jack harkness,
- } james norrington,
- } jysiri,
- } lex luthor,
- } malcolm sandhurst,
- } mina barrett,
- } robert lewis,
- } sita
How many goodly creatures are there here! :: GAME OPENER
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.))
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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She places one hand on her hip, still adjusting to the unfamiliar feeling of wearing a damn quiver on her back. Like she was back in the stone ages or something. Hell if she knew why her dad couldn't have picked up sharp shooting like a sane person.
"Which ties in to the get up. Kind of a family tradition, dressing up in costumes and fighting whatever needs fighting. Usually makes me stand out in the crowd, but you're some tough competition."
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He listens to her explanation, tapping at his chin with this Right Hand. "Oh. So it's a crime-fighting costume, then. We didn't have many of those back home, and the few there were dressed a bit differently."
He'd almost said, like Lobster Johnson, but he didn't really expect she'd get that.
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She walked her fingers along the spine of one book idly, still trying to size the man- thing- whatever up.
"But 'different's' a relative term."
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She ran a rough hand through her hair. 2009 or '11, either way it was the same. A good forty years before it should be. Maybe it was a good thing tech had essentially stopped evolving when the President took over. At least she might not have a learning curve.
"Not too picky about who they snatch, eh."
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