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they hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train;

Oct 19, 2010 23:46

Who: Open to all new Awakened. Please tag your character in.

When: Wednesday, October 20th.

Where: The Tram Station; Newton's Hostel

What: The Awakened leave Vault 1 and find themselves in the city proper. A general mingle log with two location threads. (Note: There will be an NPC reporter going around, wanting to bother your characters - if ( Read more... )

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Tram Station purity_mods October 19 2010, 21:46:56 UTC

For any first timer, the station is a stunning sight to behold. The morning light shines in through the glass domed ceiling, casting the entire floor in pinkish golden light, the cracks and gaps where glass has broken over time reflecting the sunlight in a way that causes it to bounce off every nearby surface. The effect is a strangely pretty one that only just masks a decrepit shadow, a reality that is much less inviting once you tear your eyes away from the gorgeous light that bathes the rest of the station--dingy, old, dirty--in warmth ( ... )

Coloured text is Ancient Cybertronian. first_forged October 19 2010, 22:02:33 UTC

Prima was still dizzy, and very disorientated as he made his way to the lone tram car, not caring the Star Sabre was drawing attention, nor his looks. He had a processor ache, was organic and there was nothing that told him why. Not even the addled cpu thing of the form. He ignored the looks, and the whispers. Thankfully the armour that he'd found had vanished.

Subspace, he thought. Thank his Lord for that. He looked at the thing on his wrist, and frowned. He'd figure it out in a minute. As soon as he sad down.

The first chance he got, he did, and his head was soon between his knees, the shock settling in, and the alien feeling. "My Lord... Why?"

deducebylogic October 19 2010, 23:19:30 UTC

Miles Edgeworth looked dazed in drab colours, oddly fragile as he blinked his tired eyes and followed the arrows without really seeming to realise where they were leading him. He'd listened to the instructions, taken what he was given - though what he was expected to do with a bottle of woman's perfume he had no idea - and stumbled into the light.

At some point he had to come back to himself, and that was when he reached out for the first person he saw - the man on the tram with his head between his knees looking as terrible as he felt - almost dropping his hand on the man...woman's? shoulder, before recoiling to cough instead.

first_forged October 19 2010, 23:23:25 UTC

Prima looked up with a blank look, quicksilver eyes unfocused before he blinked. And still stared. He tried to push himself into sitting up, but only brought more dizziness. So he settled for the position he was in now. Undignified, but all he could handle.

"Yes?" He was going to come to hate English.

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Newton's Hostel purity_mods October 19 2010, 21:47:39 UTC

Anyone who takes the so-called Hostel Shuttle will find that the ride passes very quickly, lasting little to five or so minutes before the tram car reaches its destination -- a large brownstone building. At first glance, it looks like your typical poorly managed apartment building; many windows are fitted with iron bars while a few others are broken. Graffiti marks the sides of the building, messages like GO BACK TO SLEEP and MUTANT SCUM scrawled on the brick walls, and a warm, rotting smell seeps from the nearby dumpster. Perhaps the only thing clean about this building is the sign that hangs above the front doors that labels this dingy establishment as Newton's Hostel ( ... )

snuffdoll October 19 2010, 22:30:25 UTC

The tram had been welcome relief from stumbling through the station - but that was pretty humiliating, and Triela had been restless the entire ride. Metal enhancements underneath her skin weren't treating her so well now that she felt so unused to moving. So, she shouldn't really have been so eager to quit the trip as she was, but... easier said than done.

Besides- there were people to look for.

So, once she's inside, she abandons the very thought of taking a rest in one of those chairs; she paces, both to calm her nerves and to get herself used to it again, and she wrings her hands. That's the sight of the side of the lobby: blonde girl, fourteen or fifteen, stressed as hell and tugging at the collar of her shirt. She looks a little like she wants to deck someone.

this_is_jimmy October 19 2010, 22:47:27 UTC

"Are you ok?" Raynor had a soft spot for kids, and the child looked stressed, but he wasn't going to crowd her. He didn't know her, but a kind heart never hurt anyone, least of all a kid, who looked to be in the same boat as him. Poor girl, really.

His own gun was now also slung across his back, held there with a mack shift rope. He'd get better soon enough.

snuffdoll October 19 2010, 22:53:15 UTC

Oh boy. Gun. That catches Triela's attention right off, and she's glad she has the presence of mind not to fidget too much with the instrument case at her side - it'd generally be over her shoulder, but her limbs are just so heavy right now. No added weight was needed, really. Still, at least her own firearms were properly stowed.

The guy himself gets a glance once she takes her eyes off of the weapon, and she makes half an effort to unfurrow her eyebrows a little. "Sure," she says tightly, and then she rubs her forehead. "I mean, yeah. Getting there? All things considered. Thanks, Mister."

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