Arrival [Open]

[alwaysaboom]

Who: Susan Ivanova, Anyone/everyone
Where: Main entranceway
When: Day 003
What: Showing up in the hallway, and not amused at all.
Warnings: Possibly language

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[comeswithpants]

Now that he'd at least had time for a Bat Nap, Tim was feeling a lot better. Not great-- it was kind of hard to, in this place-- but better. He was actually passing through, on his way to the kitchen, willing to indulge himself in a nice breakfast or a snack or whatever meal it was now (maybe they had some waffles or something? That sounded nice), when he heard a voice in the entryway. He paused, and he reigned his steps in to 'silent Robin sneaking' mode. He peaked silently into the door way, looking this-- presumably new-- woman over before he flashed an uneasy smile. Boy did he ever see that gun.

"Um, yeah. You okay?" he asked. No sudden movements.

[alwaysaboom]

Ivanova turned in one fluid motion and trained the gun. She didn't have a look of panic, but more the wariness of a cop finding someone in a no trespass zone.

"Who are you? Under what authority am I here?"

[crownotcrane]

"Nobody's authority. And try not to shoot anyone. The monsters account for enough death and injury as it is, I'm sure."

Apart from the gas canister clipped to his belt, Jonathan Crane, for all intents and purposes, looks completely normal. He is limping on account of a broken leg, but these things happen.

[alwaysaboom]

"I don't shoot people I mean to. And if under no authority, what am I doing here and how did I end up off my ship?"

She is really not in the mood to ask about 'monsters' or take it easy right now.

[nameless_hollow]

The strange night that had darkened the world was now gone and it was light... even if the hollow was stuck inside. He wasn't too pleased about it, being so close to humans and every corner he seemed to go around there was one in front of him.

Like this other woman. Not looking friendly or helpful at all the hollow stood there, looking at the other flatly. As much as he liked making the lives of others miserable the more pressing matter was how the hell to get out of the damned building he was in.

[alwaysaboom]

She noticed the an watching her and turned her face to him, hand still on her ppg.

"Who are you?"

Something was really wrong with this man, she couldn't quite place it, but something was wrong. She thought that he must be some kind of alien, but that was secondary to finding out who was behind this.

[nameless_hollow]

He looked at the weapon the woman had, not familiar with it at all before looking back up at her face. She wanted answers, did she?

"None of yer fuckin' business, woman."

He didn't have many answers to offer anyone and even if he did... he wouldn't do so willingly. He didn't owe anything to anyone, human or otherwise.

[alwaysaboom]

"It is my business if you're part of whoever brought me here of my ship. Where is this?"

So unhappy, and his attitude made her more unhappy.

HAH! MANAGED TO STAY LOGGED IN!

[passed_torch]

As much as he wasn't quite able to take notes like he would've liked, he at least had an idea of the layout of the house now; he'd kept rattling around the hallways out of restlessness as much as anything - he was still too aware that the house was very Not Right, and besides, he hadn't been able to just ... walk like this for a hundred years.

On hearing the voice, he headed towards it, opening the door with his wrapped "good" hand to poke his head in.

"Hello?"

Take that LJ!

[alwaysaboom]

Ivanova took a step back, leveling the weapon in alarm at someone entering. She paused however, because he didn't look at all hostile.

"Who are you?" She asked, "Where am I?"

Disarming expression or not, she was still in an old house when she had been on the White Star bridge thirty seconds ago.

[passed_torch]

And another new arrival ... this one armed with - well, it had to be some kind of firearm, but looked nothing like the revolvers he was used to. He stepped all the way into the room, letting the door shut behind him, left gauntlet resting in the chain of his cape for a makeshift sling, keeping his right hand visible, at least.

"My name is Giotto Cipriani - and I wish I had a good answer for where we are; I arrived here about the same last night." He was unbothered for someone faced with an unfamiliar firearm - but then, there wasn't any sense that she'd fire without a reason, and he was injured, keeping a safe distance, and only had the gauntlets for visible weapons, nevermind no plans of giving her a reason.

[alwaysaboom]

Ivanova blinked, the man was dressed strangely. Actually, it reminded her of how Sebastien had dressed when the Vorlons had brought him to Babylon 5.

"You just appeared here?" The same thing that had happened to her, if he was telling the truth.

"Who's side are you on?"