multiversallogs | How many goodly creatures are there here!

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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Oh, an arm and everything. Rachel's taken aback, in a good way, by the gesture. It's certainly the most gentlemanly experience she's had.

She smiles, and slips her arm through his. "Thank you. So--what do you think? The lobby? That's the first point of contact with the outside world. Might be good for seeing how this place fits in."

Jack's lived through eras where not to offer would almost be offensive. Old habits die hard, apparently. He smiles as she accepts his offer and nods. "Sounds like a good plan to me." He winks at her, slightly. "You're pretty good at this whole exploration thing, then."

At this point she can't resist a bit of return teasing. "I'm good at all kinds of exploration when I put my mind to it." she says with the ghost of a smile.

A little flirting never hurt anyone, right?

"I saw a wider hallway down in that direction. I'm betting it leads to the more public areas of the inn."

"Oh yeah?" Jack says, with a grin. "Me too. It's a good talent to have, wouldn't you say?" He winks at her, and then looks in the direction that she's indicating.

"Alright. That works too. Lead on, then, if you're so good at this."

"It's served me well," she shoots back, and though she's smiling and the tone of her voice is confident, playful, there's a slight flush to her cheeks again. She's maybe not as skilled in this as she acts.

They walk down to the lobby, arm-in-arm. Once there, Rachel cants her head at a place for them to sit and watch all the activity, the comings and goings. "So far it's what you'd expect," she notes once she's settled in beside Jack. "I don't see anything that, you know, glaringly says 'kidnappings here'."

"Don't you?" Jack asks, teasing slightly, settling in beside her in their seat. He grins, showing that he's clearly only taking the piss, there. "I don't think that a place that has an established way to deal with those of us that it's stolen from our homes would be all that obvious about it, you know? It seems like it'd be more of a secretive, organized sort of thing than that..."

She responds to that teasing with a shoulder--hers, gently digging against his. She shakes her head, watching the people come and go.

"I guess if you're up to anything shady, you probably, like, do better not to drag it in and out the front door, right? I wonder if all these people actually have rooms here. Because if they don't they don't seem bothered by being here. So either they don't know about the arrivals or... they don't care, which is kind of a scary thought."

Jack nods. "If this is something that's been happening for a long time... I'm not sure that I like that very much at all. People being used to other people just being stolen from across space. And time, I'd imagine, from the look of some of those people back in that room where everyone was." He cocks his head at her, idly. "When are you from, out of curiosity?"

"Me?"

Different times. She hadn't considered that, but now that Jack mentions it, it makes sense.

"2007. It was June third. What about you?"

"June for me too. But in 2009," he says, with a shrug. "Funny how these things work out like that."

"Yeah. It is."

She settles back, eyes on the lobby for a few moments before they drift back to Jack. "Okay. So if you were using an inn as a cover for, like, nefarious doings--where would you hide the evidence? Where do you think we should look?"

Jack shrugs. "Empoyee's only places. The cellar, the attic, places like that. Probably they're locked and away from the public eye, seeing as well. They're hiding the evidence, and all," he says, smirking slightly.

"That makes sense. That'd be a good place to look."

She'll have to remember that, for later.

"I'd say we go now but your forty minutes are almost up, aren't they? I don't want to keep you from meeting your friend."

"Huh?" Jack looks down at his watch and swears a little. "Shit, you're right." As it was, he was going to be a little late getting back to the meeting place with Ianto. He looks up at her, with a sheepish grin. "You don't mind that I'm gonna have to bail on you, do you?"

"Not at all." She grins right back. "Tell you what, let's meet up again sometime to continue this digging at the underbelly of our hosts whose hospitality we don't quite trust. Deal?"

He stands, holding out a hand for her to take his and shake on it. "Sounds like a deal if ever there was one," he says, with a wide grin.

Rachel rises to her feet as well, taking his hand. "Awesome. I'll be in touch soon. I hope you find your friend well. Bye, Jack."

And she's off. As tempting as checking out the kitchen or backrooms might be, she's not going to try that. Just yet. She'll head to her room and think things over.

How many goodly creatures are there here! :: GAME OPENER

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