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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.))
byrightsinhell: (serious foot first)

[personal profile] byrightsinhell 2011-05-01 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Evan had been utterly the same as Lucius remembered him; Regulus had been quiet and thoughtful, but not so changed. Rodolphus is deeply marked in a way Lucius isn't quite ready for. Even so, however, he finds he'd glad to see him.

(This Lucius has never been to Azkaban, has never been broken, and for all that he's wary of the place and awkwardly aware of his clothing, he still is a young man in his prime. His uncertainty is minor and will pass.)

He doesn't want to know if Rodolphus is dead. Not yet.

"How long have you been here, then?"

[identity profile] pureandstrange.livejournal.com 2011-05-01 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Just today." The short answer isn't meant to be so clipped, but the same question is in his eyes, he isn't being intentionally curt. It's just his way. Though he'd met Lucius after Azkaban on occasion, there hadn't ever been much time for conversation, and in many ways, the Lucius before him now is the same as his mental picture of Lucius — Lucius from a time when things were more in their favor.
byrightsinhell: (another day)

[personal profile] byrightsinhell 2011-05-01 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
He nods. "The same. Though I haven't come directly from home." Considering a moment, he adds, "Walk with me?" There was no place he could be sure they wouldn't be overheard; for the moment, everywhere was safe or nowhere was. But confidential conversations were something he always felt did best outdoors, in motion if possible. Old habits were hard to break.