Welcome to Edensph- wait, WHAT?!

[npc_kun]

Characters: YOU! Confused new (or old) arrivals and current ES characters alike are all welcome!
Date/Time: Sunday, July 10th, all day
Location: All over the Sphere- if you need a refresher, please consult our handy World Map and the Events Calendar for a description of the current Wilderness! Remember, however, that new arrivals can appear ONLY ON

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Outside the clinic, open to anybody

[proof_in_bodies]

[This character is Megan Hunt from the series Body of Proof; her ES name is Peter.
Replies may be slow, as I am at work. o7]

One minute, she seemed to be standing on the shore of a body of water, looking out over it...

... and the next, she was gone. She was standing in front of a building, an unfamiliar landscape around her. She opened her mouth to ask what was going on, when it occurred to her that not only did she have no idea where she was... but she didn't know who she was, either

[redhead_rabbit]

A pesky redhead suddenly appeared behind her. His hair was fiery red perked up with a black bandanna and an eyepatch over one eye. He wore a black v-neck shirt with bright white pants and black boots. His grin seemed to span ear to ear, almost too big for his face.

The redhead seemed to come out of nowhere and then POOF! There he was. "Yo ♥" he greeted the newcomer.

[proof_in_bodies]

She was busy writing in the journal when the unexpected voice startled her, making her jump; she dropped the book in surprise, turning to look at the man.

"...Good morning," she finally replied, trying not to wonder how he'd managed to speak a heart aloud. "Pardon me; you startled me."

[redhead_rabbit]

Rabbit grinned broadly, ear to ear. "Didn't mean t' scare ya," Rabbit stated. His usual response, though it was hard to tell if he truly meant it.

"Ya new here, yeah?" He didn't recognize her face at all. She certainly wasn't one of his usual patients (which was a good thing, generally), and there had been an unusual influx of new people in the Sphere. "The name's Bookman but most everyone calls me Rabbit."

God I need better icons. Anyway, Bazaar Ltd, all day Sunday.

[foundtheanswer]

He'd appeared earlier in the morning, sleeping peacefully on a bench in the Bazaar area. It was the friendly poke in the shoulder from a concerned stranger that had his eyelids twitch, then open. Blue-gray eyes turned to the face, eyebrows hitched in concern. Without thinking, he shook his head and sat upright

[unevoked]

Even if he had shut down the shop, he still ended up going to the bazaar most days. When he didn't have a shift at the hatchery, he had plenty of time to take Boy to the other islands and people-watch: maybe grab some things to make for dinner later. Usually people don't catch his attention too much, but sometimes he'd glance over the ones in newcomer clothing, just to see if it was someone he recognized.

He had just never expected for it to actually work.

The mess of blue hair, casual slouch-- it all matched one of the first memories he had received. The white Shiba wasn't there, but Castor didn't really care, clicking his tongue to get Boy's attention and making a beeline for the lost-looking teen, lanky dog trotting at his side.

Shit. He had thought, after Pollux had disappeared, that he was just shit out of luck for ever seeing anyone from home again, let alone someone he apparently was friends with. He knew nothing about the kid, but... sure enough, it had to have been the same guy

[foundtheanswer]

He took just another look at that silk bag, pulling one of the tokens out. Was this supposed to be the money? It seemed to have different shapes pressed into it... different denominations. It made sense, and if he was going to wake up near a shopping district, the least he could do was look around for anything of use. The boy looked up at the sky and sighed through his nose. A storm was going to hit tonight. Maybe he should find and thank that stranger for waking him up before he was hit with the rain--

He snapped back to reality when he heard someone, and he turned his head. Before he could reply, a dull pain flared to life behind one of his eyes. As the other approached, he felt a strange sensation, a clench in his stomach. Something about seeing this guy didn't feel right... and he didn't know why.

"Yeah," he answered, nodding.

"...But where is 'here'?"

[unevoked]

He frowned. Great-- had the greeter's been slacking? It was possible. Hell, it wasn't like he really paid all that much attention during new arrivals unless it was something interesting. "The bazaar," he noted simply, gesturing vaguely at the stalls. "S'where people sell shit."

A pause as he glanced over the other teen- Newborn clothes, still holding a map and new journal and... fuck, maybe he hadn't gotten the rundown. What a pain in the ass. Well, Castor really didn't feel like going on a tangent... But maybe an introduction would be good.

A shoulder rolled. "Name's Castor. You picked something to call yourself, right?" he swapped the worn leather leash tethered to Boy to his other hand as the dog sat and scratched herself happily.

bazaar; open

[beifongbandit]

[ This is Toph from Avatar: The Last Airbender. She'll be calling herself Bandit. Skywalker is going to take her home eventually but she'd love to talk to anyone. ]

When she opened her eyes, she couldn't see.

This wasn't unusual, so when the small, dark-haired girl stood, she wondered why she felt so suddenly bereft. Perhaps it was the dream she'd just had -- there were people in it that she could see, somehow, without really seeing them. She could feel them, know where they were and when they were moving. It was something to do with vibrations

[kyuubism]

He didn't realize that he was a new arrival when he came back. To Sasuke, he'd never even left even though it'd actually been years since he was last in Edensphere. So he diligently headed off to work--or, to at least what he thought was still his job--and began to clean things up in the bazaar. People could be such slobs sometimes!

Naturally, Sasuke honestly didn't mean to hit into her. Of course, he turned around and quickly said, "Whoops! Sorry about that!" before noticing that somewhat vacant stare not really seeing anything. "Uhh, are you alright?"

[beifongbandit]

"Watch it!" she answered, scowling, and she punched in the direction of the speaker. She couldn't really aim, so she just estimated at about arm-height, considering where his voice came from. "Blind girl walking here, why doesn't anyone pay attention?"

mind if someone threadjacks this later, btw?

[kyuubism]

He staggered backward, briefly disoriented by the balled fist's contact with his upper arm. "Uggh, sorry! I didn't mean to--and how am I supposed to know you're blind anyway!?"

Woods on Melee; open

[dragon50times]

She flew through a forest where the light was smothered. A massive spider scuttled out in front of her and she landed, four feet planting on the ground as she reared her massive head back and unleashed fire--pure, cleansing fire from the soul. Behind her, the humans fought with steel and magic. Axes, swords, spears, lightning, fire and shadow cut the air all around her, biting into the flesh of things that ought not be moving.

The rain woke her. Or had she been sleeping? She looked around and then down at the book in her hands. Huge drops of water fell intermittently as thunder rolled up above, but no lightning yet. Woods, but even in foul weather they did not seem as dark as the one she had seen just now. She pulled her wings in tighter as the rain hit them.

Where was she? Who was she? That was important. I was the dragon in Darkling Woods. The name came unbidden, but nothing else followed. Just her, the book, and nobody else. The humans were not here. Could they fight without her? There had been so many of them, but the darkness

[catoutofwater]

Water droplets hitting his face woke him and he sat up, yawning and arching his back in a stretch, arms reaching up above his head. He blinked a few times, blearily, as the fog of a deep sleep began to lift from his mind and it registered that he was outside in the pouring rain. What was he doing out...

...Out where, exactly? The last lingering remnants of drowsiness abruptly dissipated as he realized that this was most definitely not where he'd just been. It had been cold there, he remembered, the ground covered in fresh snow, and there had been stone statues everywhere he looked; statues of cats, tigers, hawks, beorc, and they had spoken in his mind... ah, but that must have been a dream. Statues couldn't speak.

That didn't explain why he was out here, though, or where here was... and he noted with a growing sense of trepidation that he couldn't recall where he was supposed to be or what he was supposed to be doing. The tip of his tail twitched nervously. He didn't even know his own name

[dragon50times]

The dragon of Darkling Woods stopped abruptly when she saw the man with cat ears and tail. He didn't look like one of the monsters... she didn't sense anything foul from him, but surely he wasn't a human. They didn't look like that. Did they?

She backed up a step when he called out. There was nobody else here he could be talking to. That, and he was looking directly at her. I fought with the humans. I protected them. I am a dragon. Why am I so frightened just to speak?

"Hello," she said in quite a small voice. A thousand questions crowded into her mind, but she waited for him to ask his own.

[catoutofwater]

He stopped, as well, once he came within sight of her. He had noticed her backing up a bit, and he didn't want to scare her off. He didn't question why she might be afraid of him; on the contrary, it felt almost like an expected reaction. He stayed where he was, several paces away, keeping his body language relaxed and non-threatening as he got a good look at her.

Those wings look like dragon wings, his mind immediately supplied... but he didn't think the rest of her looked very dragon-like. It was hard to be sure, though... it was hard to be sure of anything right now, with his memory as lacking as it was. But, dragon or not, a cute little kit like her shouldn't be wandering around alone in a forest during a thunderstorm, surely

Bazaar | Open

[jokes_on_smurf]

[ooc: This is Jokey Smurf and here in ES, he'll go by Present.]"Aaaaaah!" When the little blue smurf had woken up, he'd seen quite a few humans walking around and had nearly gotten trampled. Within a second, he was on his feet and running for cover before someone smooshed him, clutching the little journal and pen he'd been sleeping on for dear life

[have_tuba]

Giggles had been bouncing through the Bazaar for some time now, making sure she didn't miss a bit of the excitement of this new place. Her relatively short attention span was approaching its limit and she was nearly ready to move on to the next place when a strain of laughter caught her attention. A quick glance around showed that it was coming from a hat laying on the ground.

"What's so funny, Mr. Hat?" she said in a voice that was louder and more cheerful than strictly necessary as she popped up behind it.

[jokes_on_smurf]

Oh, his tiny blue ears! After a moment, he peeks out from under the hat at... a pony? At least she was smaller that the humans that almost crushed him. After a little struggling, Present climbed up on top of the hat.

"I'm not a hat, I'm a Smurf!" He said, still grinning from the exploding present from his dream. "I was thinkin' about my dream! There was an exploding present and it was so funny!"

[have_tuba]

"A Smurf? I've never heard of those before," she said, squinting at him. "But you look a lot like those funny two-legged creatures walking around. Only... smaller! And bluer."

She canted her head to the side as he spoke about the present, "Like a prank? I love pranks--oh, but nobody got hurt, did they?" Because that was the number one rule of pranking, in Giggles' book. Pranks stopped being funny once they hurt people, even if it was just hurting their feelings.