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.


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[suninhades]

It's late by the time Integra gets to the Inn - it was already late when she left Dean at the Hall, and Mogg Hill isn't just next door. But the walk and quick train ride has calmed her nerves, at least, so when she comes up the walk to pull the main door open, she's actually just walking and not storming about with hellfire at her heels. (Only people who know who she is 'eep' out of her way, now, versus ... everyone with eyes.)

She'll check the front desk to see if Lyla's stayed put, for starters, though the thought of her tucked away peacefully in bed is admittedly ludicrous.

[satrinah.livejournal.com]

Lyla has remained in the Inn, but is being chased out of a hallway by a weary-looking staff member, presently, with a cigarette in her hand.

"I didn't even burn anything," she protests, but she stops in her tracks when she sees Integra. And she grins, too, obviously pleased.

"...holy fuck, hey!"

[suninhades]

Oh. Good.

Typically stoic, Integra's version of "relieved and happy" is notably milder than another person's would be, but it's still there. She sends a sharp look at the staff member. "You've hosted entire beings on fire before," she says, and quite suddenly, the two women are alone. She refrains from rolling her eyes as she steps closer, but only barely.

"All right?" She looks like she's in one piece, at least.

[satrinah.livejournal.com]

Lyla looks discreetly smug, though she had nothing to actually do with that dismissal.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Okay, she was actually pretty fucking alarmed when she turned up, but she hid it well, and then that weird state where nothing could possibly faze her began to set in--apathy, maybe. Or she's just getting used to this.

"I saw Dean. How long have you been here?"

[suninhades]

Integra doesn't look like she believes Lyla is quite so impervious to fazing, but she believes she's all right now, anyway. It's good enough; it isn't as if either of them can go back in time and make her arrival less jarring. So Lyla gets a nod, and that's that.

"Two months. It was only Alucard and I, then."