INTRO LOG

[mysterium_mods]

Who: ideograms, disinters, and all new arrivals.
What: The new arrivals get their first experience of their new environment.
Where: Drawing room, the old Dixon house.
When: October 1st 1928, not long after midnight.
Rating and Warnings: PG?
Notes: If you haven’t read the OOC game start info, you can find it here.

Comments

[demguns]

When he opened his eyes, and tried to see in the dim light, Becker knew that something was hideously wrong. It's not just the fact that he's sitting on something, or the fact that he felt about ten pounds lighter -- he's pretty sure he had a shotgun with him, where the hell did that go? -- it's the general feel and smell of the place. He felt like he was back in the anomaly again, but deliberately thrown out into another timeline instead of the future where they had to rescue Abby's brother.

No, this one was different, and the fact that he felt lighter, and it's not just because his head is a little hazy (though that's a little panic-inducing, too; a sedative, perhaps?) that he's a little unnerved. While he doesn't normally brag about his skills, it really does take a while to tank a soldier down, especially one who's been highly familiar with the anomaly and its monsters as he have. Bottom line: he shouldn't have been easily kidnapped and disarmed.

Best to be composed, he thought. No sense panicking. A hostage situation with the

HE'S LIKE JESUS OK

[demguns]

"A pity," Becker replied. "Perhaps a separate committee can be made, for the townspeople's protection, as well as your guests. I don't have the resources I used to have, obviously, considering I just lost my bag and all contact with my superiors, but it's a thought, yes? Maybe when there are more people in here. We can gather a group or so."

And there was the occult to deal with, too ...

"Of course, we'll need information regarding our enemies, if we are to stay and remain alive."

JESUS WASN'T A SPECY LITTLE GIT.

[disinters]

Taylor nodded slowly, though he was suspecting this was a lot of tactical thinking that just wasn't something he was experienced with so judging what was the best course of action at this time was very difficult. They'd never had this happen before, never had people from other places appear out of the blue. How were they supposed to look after them? What were they going to do with them ultimately? He must have been quite for a good few seconds before taking a breath in to reply

no, he was just a green-skinned leathery trex that becker took down 8|

[demguns]

"Ah, the townspeople." Becker attempted not to sound whiny, or condescending. He really did. He tactfully refrained from doing air quotes, he's not that immature. It's just that he's so used to having Lester deal with all the legal crap that his team pulls off, that suddenly having to deal with the townspeople was a little off-putting, and, frankly, annoying. The townspeople are better off not knowing whatever it is that's going on in the university, and Becker is inclined to think of this place as a more primitive version of the ARC. It's just that he doesn't like this one. Neither does he appreciate the lack of resources. "Of course," he answers a lot more politely, probably after he's disposed of his Judgement Face. He hates the idea of being one of the future people stuck in the past. Having his life directed in some kind of anachronistic show isn't exactly his cup of tea