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[nosotros]

Who: Everyone!
Where: All over the city!
When: June 19th
Summary: The newcomers to El Sera have arrived.
Rating: PG-13ish, likely!

For everyone who arrives in El Sera that day, it's the same. Whoever the newcomer might be, when he opens his eyes, he's alone in a calm quiet room. In front of him is a box. In his hand is a letter:

Hello. I'm sure you've got a lot of questions, so I'll do my best to answer them.

To start, you aren't on your home world anymore. You're in a city called El Sera, in a country called America, on a planet called Earth. A lot of you might recognize the name Earth, and you might even be from it, but if you're reading this then I can promise you one thing--this isn't the Earth you're thinking of.

Magic exists in this world, and that magic is what pulled you here. It's given you magic of your own, if you didn't already have it, and the ability to defend yourself from the monsters that inhabit this world. I want to ask you to take a more proactive role in fighting these creatures and do more than just defend yourself, but I'm a transplant from another world myself. I understand some of what you're going through and I won't force you into it, but it makes it easier for us -- Xochipilli -- to find a way to send you home.

Whatever you decide, whether to join us or strike out on your own, is up to you. I only ask that you keep your magical abilities and status as, well, an alien hidden. Xochipilli will do its best to hide and protect you, but there are limits to what we're capable off. This city is a bit of an odd one, so simply behave like you belong and most people won't give you another glance.

Sincerely,
Jackson Rau

The box primarily contains any objects or clothing of the newcomer that would draw undue attention in their new, modern surroundings. However, it also holds a phone complete with instructions, a key to the recipient's room, a map to their apartment or dorm (with an attached note reminding them that their roommate is probably a normal person and that they should maintain their secrecy), and a plastic debit card.

Whoever arrives here, the setup is the same: In front of him is a set of double doors, leading into a room filled with milling Xochipilli employees. Any questions he has about the city can be answered here--and if he's discrete enough about asking, he can even get some basic instruction on how to use their magic.

Behind him is a door labeled 'EXIT'. Should he choose to step through this door, he'll find himself in a deserted stairwell that opens up into an alleyway.

The choice is up to him.

The Welcome - The Festival - Roommates - Around the Town

Comments

[crotesque]

I'm not... in circulation, much.

[He phrases that in a specific way, covering over self-denigration and openings to ask about his history.]

I do work with the FBI, we tend to keep our heads down.

[He smiles weakly at his own not-quite-a-joke. (He sometimes wishes he had kept his head down, and not answered the call when Jack Crawford came looking for him. He can't help but hate himself a little for that cowardice.)]

It's funny how many nice girls you meet at the morgue.

[...No, Will. No. (He might mean Beverly. But not entirely.)]

[warmgun]

[John's gaze sharpens at the mention of the FBI, but he doesn't press the point. He sizes Will up a bit more closely, though.]

Could do to meet more of the living than dead variety, though. [He regrets the words almost as soon as they leave his mouth. Gallows humor isn't a particular bother, but that probably says more about him than he'd like known at the moment.]

So, will I be seeing you around the staff room, then? Teaching and all that.

[crotesque]

[Will doesn't fail to notice. It isn't the first time. It wont' be the last time. He's been with law enforcement for fifteen years, in one way or another. Will doesn't react to the scrutiny, continuing to stare aimlessly to the side, not straight at the other man.]

It's a nice thought. [Will liked Alana Bloom, rather a lot. He liked Beverly too. And Abigail. But he's encountered all of them in the morgue at some point. Maybe he should try asking them out. As if he had the time.]

I don't... [Teach children. Know where I am.] know where I'm settling in.

[Story of his life.]

[warmgun]

[Story of John's life, as well. He offers Will a tight smile.]

Yeah, I know how that goes. They've got me set up with a room, at least. Awfully disorganized about new employees, aren't they?

[He knows he probably shouldn't lay the blame for whatever brought him here on a lot of people who didn't appear to have any idea what had happened, but the likes of Jackson Rau and his mysterious letters and kidnappings made John think of Mycroft.]

[crotesque]

Terribly. [There's a certain bitterness to his voice. Will doesn't like disorganization. He doesn't like not knowing what's going on, and he's vaguely frustrated by John's affability. If only because it doesn't offer him much by way of information.]

Haven't even set me up with a position yet.

[His smile is tight, irritated.]

[warmgun]

[John can tell well enough when to back off of someone. Will seems all right, if on-edge. Given John's own circumstances (and that of any employee who's been hastily uprooted and thrown into a new place with hardly any information), he thinks that's probably understandable. Seeing to his new rooms sounds like a good idea, as well. He's gathered about as much information as seems possible here, at least.

John shrugs, the hand not holding his notebook open and up in deference.] Might try talking to the interns, then. They're nice enough and can probably help you get sorted better than I can. Nice to meet you, in any case, and good luck.

[crotesque]

[Will can see the step back and for half of a second feels irritated with himself, but that feeling never lasts too long when it comes to situations like this. He's long-since grown tired of self-denigration over his poor social skills. He just nods, that seems like the best answer at the moment, rubbing a hand briefly across his upper lip as he resets his expression. It's less cross, but still exhausted.]

You too. Good luck with the new position.