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multiversallogs2011-04-30 09:21 pm
synergismus) wrote in multiversallogs2011-04-30 09:21 pm
Entry tags:
- @ mog hill,
- @ mog hill: valhalla inn,
- dean winchester,
- dominica norrington,
- hellboy,
- integra hellsing,
- jack benjamin,
- lucius malfoy (jr),
- lyla tzigano,
- martel,
- npc,
- rachel conway,
- rodolphus lestrange,
- wolfgang einhorn,
- { nazca barsavi,
- } adrian veidt,
- } apollo,
- } ashley barton,
- } balthier,
- } cassandra of troy,
- } ianto jones,
- } jack harkness,
- } james norrington,
- } jysiri,
- } lex luthor,
- } malcolm sandhurst,
- } mina barrett,
- } robert lewis,
- } sita
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.))
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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"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."
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Different times. She hadn't considered that, but now that Jack mentions it, it makes sense.
"2007. It was June third. What about you?"
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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?"
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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."
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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.