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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[pureandstrange.livejournal.com]

Though he doesn't plan on lingering at dinner long, it would be foolish not to eat; he can't be trouble to actually remember the last time he ate, it's all a blur of battles and constantly being on the run. This man somewhat resembles Lucius Malfoy, but there are notable differences that give him pause, so Rodolphus endeavors to briefly and casually catch his attention by sitting down across from him. One look should be enough to establish whether there's any recognition or not.

[apostatised]

"Good evening," briefly, in an accent that's close but not quite right - a touch of what sounds like France that Malfoy doesn't have. There's a glimmer of interest that speaks to a different kind of recognition; impersonal, enough passing familiarity with the style in which Rodolphus presents himself that it catches his attention.

[pureandstrange.livejournal.com]

Rodolphus inclines his head in turn, not disappointed. "Good evening." Another person might feel awkward but he just accepts this slight strangeness — it's minor in comparison with the whole being kidnapped thing — and doesn't initiate further conversation unless it seems desired. He eats in a steady, mechanical fashion, mannerly enough but with a similarly inward-focused expression.

[apostatised]

Not feeling significantly more sociable than Rodolphus and comfortable with the silence - in part because between the two of them they've just extended their combined silent personal space a good three feet of 'not interested' - Martel lets it lie at that.