TDM 001

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» arrival.

You were doing--something. Thinking something, walking somewhere, through something, when suddenly you find yourself somewhere else entirely. You've stepped through the Gateway: an empty doorframe in the middle of a large clearing, facing away from the large city known as the Capitol. When you first step out, you're alone. There's the distant sound of a soft tune on the air, like the world itself is humming pleasantly around you. The air smells sweet, pleasant and serene.

A glance around shows a soft, blue barrier surrounding the Gateway, approximately 10 meters away from the Gateway itself, and surrounding it in a wide circle. Attempting to escape from the barrier proves useless, and the moment you step even slightly away from the gateway, it grabs the attention of the Gateway's guardian:

It's difficult to make out her shape, at first. A wispy wind, a few branches swaying in the wind, the sound of breath in one's ear. She phases into existence against the wide of the Gateway, and immediately along with her presence comes a feeling of being safe. Maybe you're more suspicious of it. Maybe it feels comforting. It takes her several moments to fully form, keeping her distance but lips twisted up into a gentle smile.

"Welcome." Her voice is soft, more of a whisper against the wind than sound itself. "I apologize. I can. . I can feel that you do not belong here with us. You are from elsewhere, not quite the Between but not here either." Her head tips to the city, before she continues,

"Please, make yourself comfortable. I will see what we can do regarding your presence."

Her form falls apart, small little leaves gathering at the foot of the Gateway. The blue barrier opens with enough space for you to exit; there's nothing keeping you inside of it, and it will wait for you to exit before closing behind you.

The city's within close enough of a distance to walk to, and it seems to be bustling enough. . or, you could always explore the forest around it. The space between the Gateway and the City. Talk to those who have also walked out of the Gateway around the same time as you had.

» into the city.

The Capitol is bustling. Full of individuals of all shapes, sizes, and colors--beings with four legs, or six legs, or iridescent skin who pay no mind to the newcomers walking straight into their city. It's evident by looking to the buildings within the city that this whole place is new. The buildings show barely any signs of wear and tear, the streets are pristine. The structures are of all shapes and sizes; one may be walking down a block of street and pass by a large skyscraper, and directly next to it, pass by a circular building extremely low to the ground with doors there's absolutely no way someone over two feet tall and with more than twenty pounds of mass would be able to fit through. The signs around the city are in all kinds of languages; some matching those from Earth (English, Arabic, Latin), and several others incomprehensible.

There's some kind of market currently taking place: several stands with miscellaneous items ranging from magical to simple food items line the main street going through the center of the city. Items offered are free of charge; grabbing hold of an apple, or a charmed item will only earn smiles in response from those running the stalls. Stopping a local will get you answers of varying levels of helpfulness: a smile, clicks in a repetitive pattern that sound like it must mean something. The more humanoid members of the crowd may offer a few words, "Ah, you're new! Welcome! Thank you for joining us!" before continuing on their path.

» a particular case. (network)

Several hours after characters are left to wander around the city, they are tracked down by two young, near-identical ( although their appearance keeps shifting, like they can't settle on a hair color, a skin color, a height ) brothers who offer them a sympathetic smile and hold out a YDEX to them, explaining the functionality of it and how to turn on the language interpreter, access the (barebones, new) network they have begun setting up for them and others like them.

They explain how to choose a username, how to access the map functions, point them towards one of the newer apartment buildings on the edge of the Capitol with instructions on how to reach it, and let them know they'll inform the doorman of their situation and that they would be coming to stay in one of the new apartments. They leave with the promise of providing more answers soon, most likely through the network itself.

In the meantime. . it looks fairly empty, there's a few accounts listed as having access to it. Maybe see what's up with the rest of your new pals?

» dreams never hurt so much.

It's one week after the initial batch of arrivals that it happens: something else steps out of the Gateway, something warped. Myra will whisper soft into the ears of newcomers and settles alike: a be careful, she's hurting without offering anything else.

She wanders the city and the construction sites: a young preteen in a massive hoodie and boots, hood pulled down over her face. Get close enough, and you'll hear the sound of her teeth clicking together hard, grinding, before she tips her head back towards whoever gets close and--screeches. The sound is loud enough to hurt, digging painfully at eardrums until all sound around those nearby fades away to nothing, and the girl disappears. Characters will find themselves losing the ability to:

• hear
• speak
• decipher directions / extremely directionally challenged

While they may lose one or more sense, the girl is nowhere to be seen when they turn their attention back to her. Luckily, the effect wears off after an hour and those who were hit with it will regain their senses, as if it had never happened at all.

Trying to touch her proves to be futile, her body phasing through any attempt at physical contact. Trying to chase her down proves similarly pointless: she will walk around corners and disappear behind them, turn around and simply fade into nothing. Her appearances are random, appearing through the Capitol, inside houses, restaurants, only resorting to deafening those who she senses has intentions of moving towards her.

Comments

[futilitarian]

didn't really do a lot of window shopping.
saw rocky road
and chocolate.

maybe some neapolitan but who wants that?

[wrend]

fair enough
tall building got a sign on it?
or should i just wander the streets looking for a tall place and an ice cream cart?

[futilitarian]

tall place, ice cream cart, best looking person in the city.

that's where you'll find me.

[wrend]

guess i'll see you in however long it takes for me to decipher those shitty directions

[futilitarian]

that hurts my feelings.
really, it does.

i'm sure you'll be okay
i have faith in you.

[wrend]

can you quantify best looking person in the city?
am i looking for a hot tall blond or like
a dark mysterious trench coat wearing person with an eternal scowl on their face that looks like they could kill me

[futilitarian]

definitely dark.
great clothes.

which reminds me i need to find out where to get designer in this city.
excellent skintone.
i moisturize.

tall and toned
i work out but not so much that i look like some bulging vein

[wrend]

points in your favor
tall, dark, handsome, nice soft skin
i'm into it

[futilitarian]

most people are
so you can't be blamed

i'm sure i'll live up to your expectations.

[wrend]

yeah?
do you have dark eyes that stare into others souls?
the kind people get lost in?

[futilitarian]

wow it's like you know me.
yes, my eyes are like that.

prepare to get lost in them.

[wrend]

how should i greet you, so you know it's me?
secret high-five?
code word?

[futilitarian]

if you high five me, i'll have to do something drastic.

just wave.
be friendly

i like friendly people

[wrend]

boring


( but whatever. luckily there aren't--too many people in the area. there are even less that fit the description of tall, dark, and handsome, so damon stands out in the crowd. aidan approaches without preamble, pauses a little in front of him with a tip of his head. )

Stefan?

[futilitarian]

Damon, actually.

[ but congratulations on finding him. he's mildly impressed even if he gave a decent amount of details. ]

Stefan's my brother's name. He's the boring one. All square jaw and stoic. He wouldn't be inviting you over so quickly. Stranger danger and all.

[ not that stefan wouldn't be confident in his abilities or anything. he'd just be careful and boring. ]

[wrend]

So, you borrowed his name to tell everyone how bored you were.

( a loose lift of his shoulders. )

Where's your shiv?

[futilitarian]

He owes me.

[ for a lot of things. so, damon doesn't think it's all that bad that he used his name. he's going to think it's honoring his brother who isn't here.

it's to keep stefan close to his mind. ]

My shiv, as you say, is close by. Someone's feeling stabby already, hmm? Got some issues you wanna work out?

[wrend]

Do you see these arms? ( raising one up just to gesture to how noodly he is. there's no muscle mass on him. ) Do I look like someone who'd stand a chance stabbing someone else?

[futilitarian]

[ well, since the invitation was there, damon's hand shoots out and he snags that arm, bringing it closer and even giving it a little shake. ]

You're right, you really have no muscle mass at all.

[ he let's go, eyes aidan critically. ]

That's just embarrassing. [ he snickers because he can't help himself. ] I've known eighty year old spinsters who don't even have their own teeth anymore who could probably take you down.

[wrend]

( the reaction is immediate. damon reaches out and grabs hold of him and aidan flinches before his arm goes entirely lax. doesn't stiffen like one might if they were getting ready for a show down, but--the opposite.

just in case he decides to get rough and throw him around, at least it won't strain anything. but he just. talks, and aidan offers him a stupid smarmy grin as he takes a step back instead. )

What can I say? I'm no fighter, I'm not gonna pretend to be one.

[futilitarian]

Let's hope you have other talents, then. The face —

[ he gestures to aidan's face, twirling his finger in a circle before dropping it and shrugging. ]

— isn't terrible. That might do you okay, if you find the right person. Let me guess, your personality's good and that's what people should look at you for.

[wrend]

( an ugly snort, as he raises a hand up to shove his hair back and out of his face. since damon's looking at all. )

Nah, personality's pretty shit, too. What you see's what you get.

[futilitarian]

Disappointing but I can live with you being pretty shit.

[ most would say that he was pretty shit too so they were a good pair. not that damon's going to admit that, of course. oh no, damon's going to think that his shit doesn't stink for as long as he can.

he winks in aidan's direction before starting to walk, waving him to follow along. ]

What's your name? Or should I just call you Pretty Shit?

[wrend]

Aidan.

( keeping his ID under wraps here won't benefit him at all. no point to it. he'd thought they were heading off to the weird ass crochet bullshit he'd passed earlier but whatever. damon can lead him wherever, he doesn't give a shit. so he answers the wink with a grin of his own, hands shoving down into his pockets. follows along easy enough. )

But I'll accept Pretty Shit.

[futilitarian]

Pretty Shit it is, then.

[ but don't worry, he'd remember your actual name too, aidan. maybe, possibly. but encourage damon even a little but and he's going to run with it. ]

You figured this place out yet? Because I'm in the market for not being here longer than I need to be so if you've got an in...

[ please let him know. ]