OPEN ★ ARRIVAL LOG

[futurologists]

ARRIVALS ( OCT 2 ) The dragons are taken from you, sent off to a safe haven. You're back in Oska for less than a day when you hear the announcement and head to the rendezvous point. You blink, step through the portal, there's a loud crack, and... You're thrown into darkness. You taste copper and, for a moment, your ears won't stop ringing. All common side-effects of portal travel. The entire crew arrives just beyond the city gates, so you might also be feeling a little bit claustrophobic. It takes a second for the eyes to adjust, but one can make out buildings and the cobblestone beneath their feet. To the right is the Trade District, where all the vendors are gathered to sell their wares. Up ahead is the City Square, where the rest of the citizens out and about seem to be gathered. To the left of the square is the Commoners' District, and to the right of it is the Nobles' District, the two main residential areas. Further travel west will come to the outskirts, a makeshift residential area, this one densely populated with goblins. Many of the people are holding candles or lanterns. You might want to try getting your hands on one of those. If you have not already done so, your enchanted jewelry will manifest words in front of your very eyes — or sounds in your ear, if you're illiterate — asking you to identify yourself. A quick look around shows that you seem to be the only one able to see it. All you have to do is think or say how you wish to be identified. After that, you're immediately given a message. Those who participated in the dragon mission at Anwick will first receive this: We appreciate your help at Anwick. The wyrmlings will live to grow up and bring about the world's natural end. Thank you. -- ALASTAIR Afterwards, the crew will be given an abridged version of this, then told to familiarize themselves with the city and natives, report all information gathered back to ALASTAIR, and wait for further instruction. At the end of the night, wherever they may be, everyone will receive a letter with the royal seal thanking them for their efforts to end the goblins' defiance and inviting them to the Festival of Illumination on the 4th. FESTIVAL OF ILLUMINATION ( OCT 4 ) Candles are sitting on windowsills throughout the entire city, but the main event is in the city square. In the fountain float lit lotuses, and people all around are holding lanterns, waiting to light them. There's a minstrel playing songs, and several of the vendors have pulled their carts up to the square in the hopes of making a sale. Many sweets are for sale, including baked apples, gingerbread, cherry tarts, pudding, and more. There's also some drinks for sale. Some children are playing games in the corner, and others are dancing to the music or writing wishes on slips of paper to be sent into the sky with their lanterns. Everyone seems merry for once, but you'd better be careful. This is an ideal place for a pickpocket. About an hour and a half into the festival, the lanterns are sent into the sky. They're sent flying, the sky becoming filled with bright lights, until... A strong gust of wind sends all the lights out. At least, you think it was a gust of wind. What else could have done that? On closer inspection, however, you'll see that even the candles sitting on windowsills inside have gone out. For a minute or so, there's only darkness and chaos. Suddenly, the flames begin to burn again, revealing a message in the cobblestone in the center of the square. It almost looks as if it's been burned into the ground: IT IS COMING, followed by a symbol of a creature with a lion's head, goat's body, and serpent's tail. [MOD NOTE: This is a catch-all log for the first few days. For the sake of organization, all arrival threads should be posted under the subheader ARRIVALS and all festival threads should be posted under FESTIVAL. Threads that don't fall under either of those categories can be top-levels. Also, please remember to add your character's tag to the post! Thank you, and have fun!]

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Johanna Mason | ota!

[lumberpuncture]

Town Square;

So. Johanna's just been thrown into darkness. Tasting copper, ears ringing, the whole nine yards. Directly before she thought was going to be her torture and eventual demise at the hands of the Capitol, she's found herself, instead, portaled into a particularly strange and unfamiliar location, even for her. The city's bustling, the stones are cobbled, her magic jewelry is talking to her, and she just has one particularly pertinent question, hissed through her teeth:]

What the hell is a wrymling?

[God help you if she sets your sights on you, fellow arrival. Because she'll make a beeline and bodily grab you; answer the question!!]

Commons, Part 1;

[Yeah, the neighborhood's bad. The nobles aren't touching it. That part Johanna's all familiar with. The streets being littered with literal (ha!) garbage, that much she's not prepared for. Now, Johanna's been covered in blood, has gotten down and dirty in the mud and... other liquids.... but trash is something she can't abide. She makes a few attempts to step around it before giving a disgusted huff and...]

[Kicking something particularly disgusting away! Unfortunately for anyone nearby, it's probably going to hit you.]

Commons, Part 2, First Blood;

[Uh oh! Looks like a robbery is about to happen - some dirty armed man is creeping right for you, breath gross and hot and upon you! He's quick, and his knife's flashing out in a split second as he gruffly demands your money and goods or he'll slit your throat, and just when he looks like he's about to make good on that threat, hark, a "saviour" arrives!]

[That is to say: Johanna Mason creeps from the shadows, with a particularly large rock, and smashes the thing against the guy's head! Down he goes!]

Amateur.

[But don't thank your "saviour" just yet. She's immediately bending down to loot his body, starting with that knife. Perhaps you'd better walk away.]

Wildcard;

[HIT ME WITH ANYTHING]

Commons, Part 2

[dailydouble]

[ Ahad looked between the body and the woman looting it, and sighed. This day was already giving him a headache he didn't need. ]

That was unnecessary. [ Which it was, but it wasn't as if Johanna could have known that. Unfortunately for her, Ahad wasn't in the mood to be generous.

At least he doesn't seem to care that she's looting the downed man. ]

[lumberpuncture]

[Johanna Mason was nothing if not a headache, and a rather unnecessary one at that. But that didn't seem to stop her.]

You're welcome.

[She flashed him a shit-eating grin in midst of the body looting - giving the downed man an extra punch for good measure - and then fished out the knife in particular, slipping it into her pocket.]

[But hey, it could have been worse. At least it didn't look like she was about to use that knife on him] So, get mugged often?

[dailydouble]

[ The grin gets an eye-roll. But since she seems to be enjoying herself, Ahad isn't about to interrupt her looting. It's not as if he cares what happens to the possessions of a corpse. He doesn't even blink at the knife, because it's very likely that he could be hurt in any serious way with it. ]

Why, would you like to follow me at a discrete distance? If there are any others, you would be welcome to whatever they carry with them.

[drunkdetective]

[ _{he's just going to go ahead and answer before she even grabs him, like she was talking to him even if she wasn't:} ]

Small dragon. Real small. Bout the size of a fat cat.

[lumberpuncture]

[Well, she'll grab him anyway.]

[What a charmer.] So a muttation.

[Her eyes narrow at the prospect - especially at the implication that they helped shelter and nurture these things.]

[What is this, some kind of breeding ground for ALASTAIR's version of the Capitol?]

[drunkdetective]

[ _{good goddamnit. he stares at her like she's insane for a moment before slowly going to untangle himself from her, backing away a few steps.} ]

.. I don't know what that is. I just know they were small goddamn dragons.

commons, part i.

[inert]

[ reply to your tags, hooker.





anyway: action, reaction. muck and filth splatter against a shin, sora looks down --

and promptly kicks it back. at least he has the grace to aim higher. ]

[lumberpuncture]

[Five thousand years later]

[If she had her axe with her that bag of trash would have been split in half right about now (which would've ended well for practically no one), but fortunately - unfortunately ?! - Johanna only has her fists. As thus, she's punching it back at Sora]

[of course, it splits open anyway, so it looks like the both of them are in for a rather disgusting shower.]

[inert]

Oiiiiiii.

[ but he's laughing as he swipes ineffectually at the swill. what the hell, johanna??? ]

Watch where you're aimin', She-Hulk!