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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[jysiri.livejournal.com]

It's Jysiri's turn to chuckle, and this laughter is amused. "Oh, no. I can work with glass, as well. It's a useful skill. I wish I had more pieces to show you, I really do. I don't do it only for myself, but my work has been useful to people who weren't interested in creation. That's not important now."

[paramedicated.livejournal.com]

Malcolm settles for looking quietly pleased with the state of his current world. "I'd be pleased as punch to be one of your first costumers when you get yourself up and running. I don't have much in the way of goods to offer but, well, we've already gone over the services I can wrangle my way around."

Not that Mal would know what to ask for or even what to do with a talisman but he honestly would be pleased even if Jysiri handed him a uselessly pretty bauble.

[jysiri.livejournal.com]

He smiles, looking down at the table. It's not quite a show of modesty. Maybe gratitude. "I will make something for you. It may take a little time, but we have that."

[paramedicated.livejournal.com]

Modestly isn't really something Mal's currently familiar with on behalf of others anyway -- boys talk big -- so he mostly takes it as pleasure in the remark and leaves it at that. "My schedule appears to be wide open, it's true. Mostly it's going to be filled with periods of stressing over housing and stressing over some of the creepier things this stupid pamphlet says."

Mal is used to pamphlets cheerfully telling him weird societal facts by now (did you know the British are a reserved, tea-drinking people and that America was allied with them against the Germans? Also were you aware that the Germans? Are bad? :O) but there was just something offputting about the way it casually mentioned multiple gods taking an active interest in his doings that sits wrong, among other things.

[jysiri.livejournal.com]

"You'll work it out," Jysiri says. "If you don't, anyway, sell what I give you. The pamphlet was somewhat..." He lifts his claws and flexes them. The description he'd like to attach to the pamphlet is hanging there, but better off unspoken.

[paramedicated.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I will." Feeling he may be wearing the conversation down, Mal finally gets to his feet with a groan, grabbing his emptied plate as if he were going to take it with him, not really thinking about why that might be weird. "You'll come find me soon, huh? I've got a pack full of dull goods that might get us some lee-way in finding money."

Haha but uh, not the drugs. He is definitely not referring to selling the drugs.

[jysiri.livejournal.com]

"I will find you soon. We're both staying here, after all." Jysiri smiles again, and picks up his own plate. If it's time to pick up and move on, he'll follow suit, but wants to get back to his room. This is a lot of people, all at once, and he's had his fill.