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A Shadowy Cabal (Mod Acct) ([personal profile] synergismus) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-04-30 09:21 pm

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.))

[identity profile] anendofanera.livejournal.com 2011-05-01 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
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'?"

[identity profile] pureandstrange.livejournal.com 2011-05-01 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] anendofanera.livejournal.com 2011-05-01 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] pureandstrange.livejournal.com 2011-05-01 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
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.