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INTRO EVENT ;; OPEN
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
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:
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.
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[He could have been dead.]
[Melodrama aside, Hakuren has adjusted surprisingly well to... well. Everything. Some time at the welcoming party and some time at the Landing had more or less given him an understanding of how things were supposed to work here. Now if only he could keep Mikage from blowing their cover...]
[Hakuren let himself into his new dorm with little fanfare and was immediately disheartened by how dull it was. Still, it could be worse...]
Hello? [Was his new roommate here already...?]
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Although that mightn't have been the case had Hakuren arrived ten seconds later.]
Oh, uh.
[Even the words sound jerky, the verbal equivalent of a guilty start. Should Hakuren look for its source, he'll find on one side of the room: one of those large dorm windows opened to its measly allowance of two inches. Silhouetted against the window, a boy. On that boy, the sheepish look of somebody with a lot to explain, but no appropriate words to do it with—and also some kind of weird wheeled shoes, one of which he's got braced against the window frame.
There's no mistaking he was about to kick it the rest of the way open.
Down comes the foot. Up goes a hand in awkward greeting. Kazu shuffles a bit and then, in what appears to be a hasty afterthought, scrubs at the scruff mark left by his wheels with a sleeve.
It doesn't go away.]
...Hey.
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[He can't help from making a snarky comment, though.] Is there something wrong with our door?
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Nah, the window's the problem. Why give us any if it's gonna be the same as not having one...?
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Probably to keep us from leaving without the school officials noticing. [Hakuren can't help but think it's a terrible inconvenience, though. He can already tell that he won't have as much freedom here as he did back home. Maybe he should just let Kazu have his way...]
[In the meantime, he offers his hand out.] I suppose that makes you my roommate. My name is Hakuren.
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[Blinking at Hakuren—you mean people their age do handshakes?—but he'll straighten out of his slouch to accept it, head bobbing on habit.]
Mine's Kazu, s'nice to meet you. Sorry 'bout the, uh.
[ ...Vague gesturing at the window. The scuff mark stares darkly back, seeming to demand some kind of explanation, so he tacks on: ] Thought I'd let some air in.
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It is rather silly to restrict it to only opening a few inches. Maybe we can modify it.
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We're gonna need tools for that. You think the others in here'd know how to do it? It'd be weird if somebody hasn't tried.
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[... Hakuren can't believe he's so casually discussing rule breaking and property damage like this.]