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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] justanothercop.livejournal.com 2011-05-04 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Lewis had been at the door of his 'room' for the last few hours - yelling and pounding his fists on the door. He had even resorted to kicking and shouldering the door but to no avail. And then - the door opened.

After damn near falling down as the door opened unexpectedly, Lewis stumbled forward and took in his new surroundings. This place - a party? What in the world? A cohort? What was a 'cohort' and why did he need one?

The copper walked over to the nearest person and gave a small wave. "What the hell?"

[identity profile] baedalites.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
The nearest person may or may not be Mrs. Savitri. The nearest person may in fact have been gently shunted aside by her. Either case, here she is in all her proprietorial glory, prepared to get a handle on things. "Sir. Can I help you?"

[identity profile] justanothercop.livejournal.com 2011-05-10 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Lewis stopped short and found his balance once again.

"Oh. Sorry. I, um, what's going on? How do I get home?"

The copper couldn't help it - he wanted to go home. He had no desire to stay here no matter how great it claimed to be. This was not his home and while he could get aggravated sometimes with Oxford it was what he knew.

[identity profile] baedalites.livejournal.com 2011-05-10 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
That's how it goes for some people. Savitri's stern expression gives way to something more gentle. "You have been claimed the city. So have the others you see in here. I know it can be something of a shock, but there is little to be done for it. I have myself been here for the past twenty years, I think it is now." She looks about twice that age.

"I cannot help you return to where you came from, but I can offer you some food." Free meals. They totally exist.