Hey folks. Let's do an informal poll. What's your favorite literary genre?

[Private to Scribes and Scripts Employees]

[Oh boy. Once again, Dairine has been thrust into another responsibility. After some pondering and a deep breath, she creates a filter for her fellow staff. She can handle this. Running a store can't be much harder than moving a planet, right?]

[And thus a red-headed young teen appears on the screen with her arms folded in what she hopes is a professional-looking fashion.]

Evening. I have a brief message for you both.

As you may have heard, our previous owner Levy McGarden has gone home. She has left me in charge of Scribes and Scripts. With this change in position, it seems like a good time to introduce or reintroduce myself.

My name is Dairine Callahan. Before I arrived here, I lived in Hempstead, New York. I've worked at the Scribes and Scripts for a little over a year now. I intend to make this transition as smooth as possible for you.

In addition, this change opens up the assistant manager position. If you are interested, feel free to contact me.

[Private to Kaitou Kid]

What's up, stranger? I hear you know some teen detectives.

Fayren Area

Jade arrived via the bay a few days ago. He taken up temporary residence at a local inn in Fayren. While his dislocation from his world is disorienting, he researched the library, scrolled through the network on his phone, asked important questions here and there for the answers.

Pretty much the colonel had done his homework as he researched the necessary information to his satisfaction. For now, he dines at a café for lunch, and it is time to introduce himself to the video feed:



"Good afternoon, citizens of Genessia. My, my what a very quaint world this! I am charmed by each and every one of you. The residents here have been very kind to me, as they explained everything to me. So if you like to introduce yourself, there's no need to orient me as I gotten much of everything down on my own. I'm quite a scientist myself, you see! *a laugh here*

Allow me to introduce myself: I am Colonel Jade Curtiss in the Third Division of the Malkuth Military at your service. I served the Emperor in the kingdom of Malkuth, and he happens to be good friend of mine. I wondered if anyone has seen Emperor Peony? If not, that's all right. I supposed he's back home, well protected. A little vacation away from the kingdom wouldn't hurt.

Pardon my semantics, as the definition of magic here differs from my world. I'm a spearman of the spear and a magic-user, though in my world, we call our magic techniques fonic artes. Fon being the basic element particle of my world, my planet of Auldrant.

That being said, I can cast my artes, my spells, with the following elements: Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Dark, and Light. That's six elements we have. The 7th being Sound, but that element in my world is unstable and cannot be used by me.

The archways is the most fascinating fon...oh excuse me, that's magi-technology. I wonder what fuels them? Well, better to see that such technology aid the people!

Until then, you have a good day everyone, and if you're a magic-user yourself, why not come by and see me and you show me your techniques and I'll show you mine?"

[Normally this sort of thing wouldn't require an anonymous filter, but with the particular subject matter she's decided that it's the best course of action. As something's been weighing on her mind and she's not... quite certain how to go about asking these sorts of things out loud and with her name attached to them.]

Opinions.

How do you discard the past? Two different pasts and one of them not being something one wishes to remember. One where you still feel the side effects of what happened, one where you still feel urges of things you really shouldn't, given you've shoved all of that aside. To not let the circumstances of that past come back to consume you.

Or is it even possible to do so?

When it's something that's such an integral part of you, when you don't remember much of the time before the less desirable one took over your identity?

I don't want to hear just happy endings, either. As it stands, the urges rise further and further as if it's a flame slowly engulfing the kindling. You could deal with it in small doses, but you feel something is going to overflow and become what you were meant to be.

Suggestions are also welcomed on the matter, I suppose, though whether I listen to them or not is up to my own discretion.

ACTION

[Alice remembers the plane ride taking her from Romania to England. She’d just been offered a job at The Imperial College in London and had eagerly accepted the prestigious position. She remembers talking to her sister the day before and hearing the excitement in the older woman’s voice. Alice had assured her several times that she wouldn’t have time to visit; the previous professor had disappeared unexpectedly leaving the college in a tizzy.

She remembers drifting off to sleep and when she awoke she wasn’t on the plane at all. Her thick lashes dot with moisture while dark almond eyes peer up at the cave ceiling. It takes a moment for the shock to ebb and for her thoughts to begin racing.] Curious. [She whispers the word softly, testing the strength and volume of her voice. She doesn’t know where she is and hidden beneath the seemingly calm awakening she’s frightened.

Alice shifts and the mysterious box digs into her side. Wide eyes stare at it before she slowly begins to riffle through the items. She has her purse which contains her most recent field journal and a few others miscellaneous items. It isn’t much but it’s convenient for stowing the contents of the box. Steeling her nerves she wades across the small pool of water and heads towards the exit of the bay.]

At least the sun shines here.

[Thank heavens for small favors.]

VIDEO

[Alice first reads the pamphlets, the map and the other provided information. She enjoys the Hologram even though it doesn’t delve into excruciating detail. She assumes that it is worded in such a way that it doesn’t need to be updated daily. While the situation demands answers some questions are best to answer first and the hologram and pamphlets do that well enough.

She hopes it’s safe here though she knows that terms and phrases are relative to an individual’s biases of comparison. She can only hope and that she does very well.

When she flicks on the screen she’s standing outside in the sun. Dark hair falls in waves over her shoulders and while there is a light smile on her lips there is a worried shadow in her eyes. She can’t help but find this situation unsettling.]

Excuse me, [Her words and voice are smooth, her accent indicative of southern England but fading due to her travels around the globe. She doesn’t know who she’s addressing and she’d rather be polite until she has a fuller grasp on the situation at hand.] My name is Alice Colwin, professor or doctor if you prefer formalities. Like many of you I find myself quite suddenly waking up here. I don’t have any questions at this time but I would like to meet those who’ve found themselves here.

MORE ACTION

[Alice is wearing the outfit she often wore when she was working out in the field. Her shirt is a dark tight sleeveless top made with a nice durable fabric. She has a loved brown leather jacket pulled over her shoulders and a pair of sturdy tight jeans. Her boots are dark brown and while they have a slight heel they’re meant for work. As she steps through the city she shrugs off her jacket and drapes it over her purse. As time lingers and draws onward her worry fades and in its place advances a persistent curiosity.

She can’t help but be curious. Her father had once said that the trait was rooted in the name Alice, and as such, unavoidable. Curiosity is the only true way to discovery. Her questions vary from person to person but there is one that she aims to ask a few passersby.]

Have you seen a white rabbit in a petticoat?

[She can’t help herself.]

[Toby flicks on the screen standing behind what looks like a rustic bar.]

Hey. [He sort of sucks at using these stupid video things and he'll always forget to introduce himself.] I'm about to open a place and we're going to have custom beers.

Before that I need people to come taste them and tell me what they like or don't like about them. [He likes to get straight to the point.]

Address is listed below.

[Without much more to say the video flicks off.]


[OOC: Toby will be at his unopened, unfinished Tavern. For those who come to taste you'll find him standing behind the bar with an annoyed look on his face. There are also a few papers out with menu's listed on them and puns scratched in messy writing next to each item.]

[Charles is sitting at a table in what is clearly one of the rooms at the Amagi Inn, sipping from a cup, but the angle doesn't afford one a view of what liquid he may be drinking, only that the cup is steaming.]

I don't recall subscribing to the Newspaper, though knowing one exists is fortunate. I find it interesting the political structure of this place openly employs the use of bounty hunters to shore up at least some of its ne'er do wells. While the practice of hunting bounties isn't illegal in my own world, it isn't precisely advertised in the local paper, as it were.

[He waves a hand as though dismissing his own derailed train of thought.]

Be that as it may, it's come to my attention, while rather comfortable, the Amagi Inn will not, after all, suffice as a long-term arrangement. Do any of you know of an apartment complex or similar in any of the cities which would allow the installation of storm shutters?

[He pauses here, as though allowing a moment to pass before changing subjects again.]

Also, I've taken a position at the Genessia Scientific Research Foundation. My areas of expertise lie in Xenobiology and Archaeology, and I hope to assist with these fields in understanding what it is that attracts this place to us precisely. While I have had at least one assume this means I specialize in the biology of foreigners, I would clarify that I specialize in the unique biologies of non-humans. Werewolves, Fae, vampires, imps, ad infinatum. I've also more than dabbled in the medical sciences, and would like to offer my services to anyone who may feel their own biology is too...unique to trust to a mundane physician. My only stipulation is that our appointments be restricted to night hours.

For those of you I have yet to meet, my name is Charles Rieben, and it is already a pleasure.

[And with that, he signs off.]

[It's been some time since Flandre has been seen. She was last seen wandering the city and never seemed to return. Today though, She's reappeared, a lot more solemn yet confidant. Which is why she's recovering from burns that the sun has caused and hiding out in the shade for a while. Someone forgot to bring a parasol with her when she left.She laughs slightly at her mistake that she seems to make at the easiest times. For now though, She'll make a post on the network and see if anyone has noticed.]

[Audio]

I am curious..Is there a improbability drive here as well? Because that's the only way I can even explain what just happened..and how I remember being here and on a Space ship for a long time.

..Although I think I'd like to say no on the other effects of the drive...I don't like it's games. It..it likes to take others away.

[There is a pause before she shuts the feed off. It was the truth..although it still hurt. She isn't going anywhere anytime soon so if anyone were to find her..hopefully she'll react well.]

[in which Steven is having a morning.]

Uhh so hi! I kind of need a little help? I swear I didn't order a newspaper but I just got hit with one and it seriously broke a window. [points the camera at it] I kinda spent the money I have but can anyone tell me how to fix it or where to get duct tape? Or... I don't know some way to explain it.


Alllso what are you supposed to do when someone shows up who is not supposed to exist the same time as you and you're freaking out that one of you is going to fade out of existence because of weird gem stuff? Juuust asking.

I could really really use some help on the first one though. Thanks.

[When the video feed initializes, it's obvious the user is 1, outside at night in Genessia City, 2, is currently just outside the Bay as the end of Weiss' holographic message can be heard in the background and then it starts again, and 3, that the user, a dark-haired and blue-eyed gentleman in what looks to be his mid-forties is awkwardly holding the phone in one hand and the pamphlet that explains it's use in the other.

He speaks, at first to himself, with a cultured English accent, though there's a harshness to his consonants that suggests English is not his native language.]

Remarkable! [He smiles in satisfaction and adjusts his grip on the phone so it's oriented correctly for a video address before continuing.] Hello, everyone, or what I assume to be everyone paying attention at any rate. These devices are rather clever, aren't they? [He shakes his head as though chiding himself for beginning off-topic.] My apologies. This is all so fascinating! I should say preemptively that it is a pleasure to meet all of you. My name is Charles Rieben, and I have, quite obviously to most of you I'm sure, just awoken in this "Bay" so usefully marked on this map. I admit the whole situation seems a bit...off-kilter, but nothing seems life-threatening for the moment, so I believe we have time for a chat.

[He pauses here, looking a bit thoughtful.]

I do have one pressing matter to ask of you all, though. Where might one acquire an Almanac for this place?