genessia | Log 001

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Log 001 | Arrival

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[Fet casts an impressive shadow in the late summer sun, standing before Weiss' hologram, watching with interest as she speaks. Much like an attentive student during a lecture, he references the materials he was provided, fingers the pendant draped around his neck at it's mention, and looks toward the sky when the barrier is brought up. As the hologram continues its explanation, he reaches into one of the many pockets in his vest and withdraws a cigarillo, lighting it and holding it between his teeth for a moment before taking a drag and holding the flavorful smoke in his mouth for a second before releasing it slowly.

His jaw muscle works thoughtfully as the hologram finishes, and he brings the cigarillo to his lips again, taking a slower pull from the wrapped tobacco and releasing it with an exhaled sigh.]

...Is that right?

[His voice is heavily accented, something Eastern European, and he works his jaw thoughtfully again before he reaches into the pocket of his coat, much too warm for this weather, and pulls out the device he was left in the box, just like everyone else, looking down at it thoughtfully before tucking it back into his pocket.]

Kidnapped then, is it?

[A lot of the message is lost of Fet, though he assumes he'll come to understand it in time. He's more concerned about understanding who else might be here than figuring out where here is exactly, at least for the moment. He thought vampires overrunning the city was a big deal. This just made his life a lot more complicated.]

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[Fet takes the phone back out of his pocket and turns it on. The interface is fairly intuitive, and starting the video transmission is pretty self-explanatory. He holds the phone up, greeting the network with a friendly smile. While his words are thickly accented, his command of the English language isn't in question.]

Hello, everyone. Or is it fellow captives? I don't know what to call the lot of us. Anyway, I'm Fet. Looks like I just got in off the boat.

[He begins to walk in the direction the documentation indicated toward the offered housing. A place to sleep is a good place to secure first, after all.]

I don't remember buying a ticket, but the vacation's nice. [He smirks.] Anybody know if it's paid, 'sides the cash they left with the phone, I mean. [And he shakes his head slightly.] Also, what can be said of this place, eh? I know what the welcome message said, and the pamphlet, but the best way to get to know a place is to ask the locals. I don't really care about what's outside the barrier, or any of that. Not yet. Just would like to know what a newbie should know.

[And he flashes the camera a charming smile.]

Thanks for listening.

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[A beautiful face flashes on the screen in reply. Her cheeks are elegantly curved with bright blond curls framing her face.]

I know more about Nova City but perhaps I can help some? What exactly would you like to know?

[She finds that most of the newbie questions are all the same.]

[Fet just looks at the video feed for a second, because you just don't see that level of striking beauty every day. After a moment, he shrugs.]

This Nova City is a part of this place, isn't it? Wouldn't hurt to know. Where's the best place to get a beer? A burger? Where has the cheapest milk? You know, thinks like that.

It is. I find the best beer is in Everglade or Genessia though I don't know where since I spend little time there. My own work, After Life, has some of the best cocktails as well as dancing if that's something you're interested in.

[Her words are smooth and easy as she continues.]

Cheapest milk is a drug store on 15th. I like getting Burgers in New York. It's a sub-archway, not my New York but a copy. It appears that some of the shops and stores are the same.

[Fet smiles in response.] I am no dancer, or cocktail drinker, but I'll keep it in mind.

[His eyebrows shoot up in response to her second statement.] New York? It's here?

I hope you do.

[She teases lightly before continuing.]

A copy of it anyway. You'll probably find it a little different from your own New York, just as I did. Then again you might not. I can show you were it is if you'd like to take a look.

[Crystal has to pick something up in the city anyway.]

You know, I hope for both our sakes, it's nothing like mine.

[He smiles.]

Maybe I give it a look, or...you could show me around.

I'd be happy to show you around. I know New York well.

[She likes his smile.]

What's so significant about your New York?

[He nods.]

Me too. I've lived there most of my life.

[He rolls his shoulder in a shrug, though he frowns as though to let her know he's serious.]

Plague. Turns normal folks into bloodthirsty monsters.

I can safely say that this New York isn't like that and I'm thankful for that.

[She smiles though it's obvious that she's taking his words seriously.]

If you'd like me to show you the way I can. I don't know how long I can stay. I have a date tonight.

I'm a big boy, Crystal. I think I can handle it.

[He smiles.]

And whoever he is, he's a very lucky man. Or woman. Either way, lucky.

[Crystal laughs softly.]

I'm happy to hear that you're a big boy and yes he is. I'll make sure to remind him of that.

If you need anything else, you have my number.

[He grins.]

Your boyfriend's not gonna get jealous if I give you a call, is he?

Of course not.

[She flashes him a suggestive smile.]

Nothing to be jealous of, is there?

[Still smiling, Fet shakes his head.]

Not at all.

Then I'll wait to hear from you.

[She smiles before flicking off the screen.]

Mmm, well, this world has many marvels, too many to say all at once. More fun to discover them for yourself anyhow. But as far as primers go, this one ought to bring you up to speed. At any rate, hello and welcome, Fet! I'm Ted.

[Fet takes a moment to glance over the document Ted linked him before re-establishing the video feed and offering the young man a mock salute.]

Thanks. I'll look over it later. [He pauses, though.] It doesn't say much about structures, though. Locations, businesses. They only gave me so much of a starter fund, and if I don't know the in places, I'm going to be shafted like a summer tourist.

Hah, goodness you're the first I've met to raise concerns about being taken advantage of that way. Truthfully the best parts in Genessia really are free. Well, what were you looking for? Employment, sightseeing?

Everyone says I'm going to be here a while, but this money they've given me will not. Employment sounds like a good thing to look for, doesn't it? Of course, it doesn't need to happen immediately.

[He pauses.]

The nice lady with the welcome message said there are several cities, and each are different. Wherever people gather, munchers always follow behind. They're scavengers, and people are very messy. Different places attract different vermin, though. What do you know of these? In Everglade, Genessia, Nova City, Attleton, Fayren? Different munchers for different folks, right?

Afraid I don't know what a 'muncher' is, but you're some sort of exterminator? What are you used to? What color is your pendant?

Vermin. No matter how big or small, they always have the munchies.

[He smiles.]

I'm a rat catcher. Recently, I've started hunting bigger rats. [He pulls the pendant from his pocket to check.] Blue.

Ah, that marks you for Everglade then, to the west. There's certainly a lot that goes bump in the night there, if you don't mind the numinous too much. I'm sure they could use a man of your talents, so long as you're discriminate. There are, after all, decent people who have bad looks.

[Vasiliy raises an eyebrow.]

Never met a decent muncher, just so you know.

[He can't believe he's saying this, but time and experience have prevented some strange exceptions]

If they act on that impulse, no, I suppose they aren't. Just be careful. It's confusing, I know, but there are some who have familiar names and categories that aren't anything like what we're used to. I've known monsters and demons to behave like perfect gentlemen. By their fruits, know them, and all that.

I've known a few monsters who pretend to be gentlemen, too. [He shrugs.] Hope they don't show their true colors when it's too late, right?

Eheh, it's not always pretense, mind. Be good, all right? And let me know should you need anything. I'm grown very familiar with the world.

[Fet smiles at the video feed and gives a mock salute.]

Don't you worry about a thing. I'm an angel.

[Alice has been in the city for less than a few weeks. She's been staying in the provided housing and while looking for something else to fill her time she's been stopping by the bay area to see if the strange place might also be a way home. There is very little comfort offered in her thoughts but she chooses to explore all options before moving on. She also realizes that others have probably done something similarly but this is a small something that she can do.

She isn't the type that likes to simply sit and do nothing. When she arrives at the bay she's surprised to find the older man standing in front of the hologram. She's seen it a half dozen times now and has the information memorized.]

Excuse me.

[Her accent isn't as thick as his. After spending so much time traveling it's become less pronounced but it's obviously from England.]

Have you just arrived? [It's a stupid question though Alice feels that it's worth asking.]

[Recent occurrences back home have made Fet a little jumpy when people sneak up on him, but her immediate speech puts him at ease. Munchers don't talk, at least not in complete sentences. He looks over to her, looking her over before turning his body toward her, too, away from the repeating hologram, and nods his head once before smiling.]

What gave me away? [He shifts his eyes back toward the descending ramp into the bay, then back to this new woman.] Vasiliy Fet.

[Alice doesn't mean to sneak but she's learned to walk softly without very much thought. Dark eyes look up at Fet, noticing his height first and his friendly demeanor second.]

Alice Colwin. It's nice to meet you Mr.Fet. [She prefers to be proper until she knows how he prefers to be addressed.] You were studying the message.

What do you make of all this?

[He clenches his cigar between his teeth, looking up at the hologram as it begins to repeat. What does he think of all this? It's hard to say, really.]

I don't know. There are a lot of tourist pamphlets, you know? Where to stay, what to do, things like that. Not a lot about the long stay, though.

[He looks over to her.] And it's going to be a long stay, isn't it? [He shrugs. That seems to be the least of his concerns at the moment.] This place is more than it seems, but it probably doesn't take much to see that.

[He motions back toward the bay.]

I've never seen structure like that place. Man-made, worked stone, but natural, too. Not a building method I'm familiar with. Here? Here is like any city you might find in America, downtown I mean. [He accentuates the next comment with a motion back to the hologram.] These domes, these other cities. It sounds familiar, doesn't it? Like a model inside a snow globe. This Genessia City, it's replicating architecture. My money's on the rest being the same thing. Life-size models. But that, [And he motions back to the bay] that was made standard. It's not a model. It's built the way the people who designed this place build. It's like looking out through all this glass, getting a glimpse at the people shaking the globe.

It certainly appears that way.

[She doesn't like the idea of it being a long stay but she'll make the best of what she's given. That's what Alice has always done and she isn't about to let that change. It's a strength, to keep moving forward even when dark clouds gather overhead.]

The stone here is layed like any regular stone but you're right in that this cave and structure isn't natural. If it was formed naturally then it was formed somewhere else, where the water or weather could affect the inside walls. [She gestures as if what she's talking about is obvious.] You know a lot about architecture. Is that what you did before?

[Fet smiles, shaking his head.]

Sort of. I spend a lot of my time underground, and it's what I went to school for.

[Her head tilts to the side while her dark gaze shined curiously.]

I can tell. [It's impressive but Alice gets the feeling that Fet knows more than his appearances might suggest.] If you aren't an architect can I ask what it is that you do?

[He rolls his shoulder in a shrug.]

Don't see why not. [He raises the badge hanging around his neck so she can get a better look.] I'm a rat catcher.

A rat catcher?

[She's never heard of that profession but then she supposes that London probably has rat catchers considering how much of a problem they can be. It isn't the sort of thing she's put a lot of thought into.]

Are there many rats where you're from?

[He chuckles, nodding.]

You never heard of New York City rats before? Thought they were world famous.

[Alice feels a smirk tug at her lips.]

I've heard of London rats. Which are very large but I've not been to New York. My work takes me far away from cities.

[He nods.]

If a city has people, it has rats. [He shrugs.] Vermin always follow food. [He looks interested, though.] What work do you do?

I'm a field researcher though I've recently taken up a position at a college in London. I was coming home from Brazil before arriving here.

[She lightly pushes a strand of long hair behind her ear before looking back up at Fet.]

Field researcher, huh? [He nods.] What sort of field research do you do?

I'm a mineralogist and a little bit of a historian.

[She likes rocks and history and she's proud of it.]

It can be exciting despite how droll it sounds.

[Fet shakes his head.]

Doesn't sound droll at all.

[Alice laughs softly.]

I'm glad you think so.

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