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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[satrinah.livejournal.com]

The badge's insignia is slightly unexpected, and she aims a puzzled glance Dean's way after she looks it over. Pleased for him, though. (She's still a trainee. Probably it will remain this way until she stops doing so many drugs.)

"Just today...but when'd you get promoted? That's cool."

[wearyheadtorest]

"Couple weeks back," he explains as he slips the badge back into his pocket. Already his something's-off sense is tingling. He's watching for her response as he elaborates, "You know. Maybe a month, five weeks after Integra and Alucard left. Which was probably a good month after most of the rest of you just up and vanished."

[satrinah.livejournal.com]

She stares for a second. "No, that's--"

What the fuck. Lyla reaches up and tugs anxiously at a strand of her hair, trying to figure out how this could have happened. Interdimensional travel is bound to be a little complicated, but this just seems downright mean.

"I only...I was there yesterday."

[wearyheadtorest]

Figures. Even on the way out, that place had to mess with them.

"Swear to you, Lyla. I haven't seen you in about two months. Most of the people who were there at Hellsing when Sammy and I joined have been gone, either those two months or half that time."

[satrinah.livejournal.com]

"Jesus," she says, puzzled and quiet. She wonders if she just stopped existing for those two months or something, and the idea bothers her enough to push the topic away. She shakes her head to illustrate as much, unwilling to let the reunion be disturbed by her morbid streak.

"That sucks. But we're here now, right?"

[wearyheadtorest]

Dean is decidedly not wondering about what happens to people when they disappear. Dean, you see, considered that exactly once, and the thought of his brother not existing nearly undid him. It's bad enough Dean has no idea where Sam is, even worse that Dean has no way of knowing if he's safe, but the thought that his brother just ceased to be? He can't take it.

"Yeah. Like I said, I got no idea how all this time stuff works. It's probably even more complicated when you hop universes or whatever the hell it is we just did. I wish Sam was here to explain it."

His solemn expression softens at her question, and he nods. "We are. That's what matters."