hang on to the glory at my right hand

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Who: Any and all new arrivals, NPCs, and anyone interested in greeting them!
When: All week. (May 2 - May 8)
Where: The baseball diamond, the Tower Apartments, and anywhere in between.
Summary: The Core is finally starting to bring new people in. Here's the chance for some initial meet and greet interactions.
Warnings: Will be updated as needed.

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Monday, May 2nd

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In the pitch of the black, the light had been the only thing that Mina had seen. Its location was unknown, as was her own. The feeling of nausea and disorientation had quickly faded, though the fact that she even felt it was curious enough. She shouldn't feel anything of the sort; she hadn't since she'd died

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As the first set of Newcomers began to trickle their way past the doctors and the scientists scrutinizing them, Re-l stood out in the parking lot to receive them. There were other greeters, of course, but they were of neutral affiliations. They were locals; they could care less about the people who came in from other worlds. She didn't expect them to trust her, but she had a feeling they'd look on her better than the others.

She spotted a young woman as she came out and she moved to greet her. Funnily enough, her manner of dress was not so different from Re-l's.

She extended a hand in greeting. "Welcome to Siren's Port. I'm Re-l Mayer, Newcomer caseworker." She glanced back at the set of people who led her out as they retreated. She frowned. "Were there any troubles?"

[possiblycantdie]

Mina looked to the woman as she approached, not returning her handshake. She was weary, rightly so, and despite her introduction - and an odd introduction it was - she didn't feel any more settled about the place. 'Were there any troubles'? It seemed as if, to this woman, that what had happened was a regular occurrence - particularly with the rest of the group around her.

"Where are we?" Siren's Port? It was an unfamiliar names. She wasn't well travelled but she prided herself on her knowledge and she made a note of knowing where places were through conversation and reading. Siren's Port had never come up, nor had this particular behaviour.

Tuesday, May 3rd

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Closed to a certain bat | Evening | Post-intro

[isitablurred]

[Clark, it turned out, had deeply underestimated The Pull. If it could yank him across space and time, or at least continents, didn't it stand to reason that it wasn't a one time thing? Like maybe it had the strength to keep him there, too? It should have been obvious that superpowers weren't going to be the way out, but somehow that didn't stop him trying. About a half mile into his leap he'd lost consciousness, freefalling back to the city below, a whirling mass of unconscious, tumbling limbs until he struck the ground three times as hard as he'd left it.

The soft evening sunlight soaked into him where he'd landed, maybe fifty yards from the Tower Apartments. It warmed his body, healing his scratches, and gradually the headstrong hero forced his eyes open, blinking into the fading light. He lay on a bed of shattered concrete, his steel-hard body quite perfectly intact, but one thing was perfectly clear: he was still in the prison city. Great.]

Guess I won't be trying that again.

you asked for a bat, bb? also, DAT CHEST

[kingofrooks]

[ It says something his life when repeated crashes and thumps and cracks of breaking concrete don't alarm him. Instead, he heads straight for that direction, because he knows only a few people who are capable of making concrete break instead of themselves, and even fewer who are plainly stupid enough to hurl themselves against the ground in order to try to escape. Or to somehow get out of here.

And his cape is settling around him (he doesn't have any other clothes, and given that a first glance through the network shows him Black Mask and the goddamn Joker, the uniform sticks to him like a second skin) as he watches the... very familiar yet very strange figure from a distance. It's obvious enough who it is; he recognizes it from the pictures of him in the house.

He rolls his eyes, and speaks- knowing that Clark can hear him perfectly well, even if he doesn't speak above a whisper. ]

If you're trying to commit suicide, try the water. You're just forcing people to clean up after you. [ A pause. ]Don't even pretend you can't hear me

It's lovely, isn't it? /beams

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[At least the outfit he's wearing would be vaguely familiar, the House of El symbol emblazoned in grey on black across the front. Clark was drawing himself upright when the words reached him, barely more than a hushed whisper, but directed toward him out of the shadows none the less. Who was that in the falling darkness, and why did they know his name?

Brushing concrete dust off him, Clark rose to his feet, looking penetratingly into the deep shadow, though his shoulders were squared ready for a fight.]

Who's there?

[Like his eyes couldn't cut out the dark shape; the sharp ears, the cape as black as a starless Metropolis night. Like he was human.]

Wednesday, May 4th

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open o/

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[ With most of her hair tucked under a visor, Yako's standing out in the parking lot, a small cooler at her feet. She's got a cold drink in hand ready for any particularly parched-looking Newcomers coming her way. SERO's interrogations are a heck of a thing for anyone to wake up to, and she's sure one or two would appreciate something to quench their thirst. She's also taken to handing the things out to any fellow Greeters who look like they need it. ]

[sealedlight]

[The questions were rather interesting. Archangel apologized when he could not answer all of them properly. The world that he used to know was known only as Baroque, but that was not its true name. Era would be the twenty first century, but so much more advanced than what he saw now. The question that brought him pause was if he had been there before or not, Archangel could say that the world looked almost like the world of his world's past, but he decided it was easier to simply shake his head, 'no

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[ A warm, friendly smile spreads ako Yako's face before she nods, offering him a bottle of water-- cold enough that condensation drips down it's sides. ]

That's right-- I'm a Greeter. Welcome to Siren's Port! My name is Yako Katsuragi. [ It's a warmer welcome, she hopes, than what he received at SERO's hands. She could only imagine what that was like. ] If you have any questions at this point, I'll do my best to answer them.

[ His appearance didn't appear to cause her any alarm, though she appeared to be a perfectly ordinary human girl. Then again-- he would have no idea she'd seen all kinds of demons and criminals in her life, and there was little that could produce shock from her now. ]

Thursday, May 5th

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Friday, May 6th

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Tag Zoey Redbird

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[Erik places the glasses on the small desk in the one-room clinic, still watching over the conversation Zoey was having with others.]

Re: Tag Zoey Redbird

[chosenbynyx]

[Zoey made her way from the shady spot at the apartments to the clinic, sweater pulled on and the hood up. Nala walked along beside her all the way then wandered off to find mice. Shaking her head at the cat, she heads inside.]

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[Erik was standing in the doorway of the clinic, waiting for the girl to come in. When she walked in, he had to admit his eye brows raised - not only was she hotter than normal - but she seemed to have some kind of injury. He called from the clinic doorway.]

Hello. Zoey?