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]

One particular member of the new cohort is remarkably at ease--maybe it's her disaffected fishnets-and-combat-boots image, but she doesn't seem too fazed by any of this at all. Part of it is that Lyla's half-expecting to return to the city she was in before at any moment, like this is another one of that place's tricks, but otherwise, she's getting jaded to strange abductions. At least this doesn't appear dangerous right now.

So, when she interprets Apollo's smile and body language as meaning roughly the same thing--that he's not bothered by any of this--she stops and tilts her head at him. Her voice (complete with heavy Southern drawl, a touch roughened from smoking already, at eighteen) is mild when she speaks.

"Lot of fuss for all of us, isn't it? They must do this all the time."

[truthsandlyres]

Apollo glanced over at the girl and briefly ran his gaze over her, though his look seemed more curious than anything else. Pretty little thing, though her attire was somewhat baffling. Hopefully Cassandra didn't decide to copy this style. The trousers were off-putting enough.

"If they've packed us all in here together, they're either going to make an announcement, feed us, or slaughter us like cattle," Apollo responded. "Personally, I'm hoping for food."

[satrinah.livejournal.com]

There's a vaguely amused sound in response--not quite a laugh, but she's inclined to agree. They've got a hospitable bent, here, and the street kid in Lyla makes her think she'll take advantage of this place's free amenities for as long as possible.

"It's the least they could do. 'Course, last time I got kidnapped like this, they didn't even have a welcoming party, s' an improvement."