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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 2011-05-02 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Ashley had pulled off the mask a while ago, but still remained in the spandex tank and leggings. She'd given up trying to find anything productive in the building, and was more leaning against the wall and alternating between passively taking in the scene and outright glaring at the people who came by. Who was to know which were like her and which were the ones to drag them in, after all? Anyone could be anyone here, she didn't have a single lick of info to work it out on her own.

The most recent arrival at least looked as lost as a new comer should be, at least. Not that appearances meant much, but desperate times came with their own measures. She gave a half smile and a nod as his gaze swept passed her.
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[personal profile] 51stcentury 2011-05-02 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack smiled back, taking the smile and nod as an invitation to make his way over to talk to her. "Hey," he said, laying on the charm. "Don't suppose you know what the hell is going on here, do you? Nice look, by the way," he added, flashing an appreciative smile at her spandex tank and leggings. "You wear it well." Just because he was trying to gleam information about their surroundings didn't mean that he couldn't flirt. In fact, he'd found that flirting usually even upped his chances of getting information, after all.