Who: Elsa and YOU!
What: Arrival
When: March 13th, daytime
Where: Genessia City
Warnings: None
Notes: Brackets or prose are both fine!

Elsa hasn't wandered very far from the archway that brought her into the city. She can still feel panic coursing through her at finding herself here, despite the pamphlet advising her that that's exactly what she shouldn't do. The location herself was only adding to her confusion - especially when she'd stepped out into the street and been nearly run down by some sort of horseless carriage - but the majority of her distress is with herself rather than her strange surroundings.

Her right hand is covered by a blue velvet glove, in which she clutches the walkie-talkie and the pamphlet that she found upon waking. Her left hand is ungloved, and Elsa clutches it to her chest, desperately trying to hide and cover it as best as she can. "Conceal, don't feel," she whispers to herself, trying to calm herself. "Don't feel, don't let it show."

In the Bay, the patches of ice that had appeared wherever she'd stepped in the shallow water are beginning to thaw. Elsa's one relief is that no one had seen her there as she despaired of herself and the power she's struggling to contain.

Heeeyy hey...!

[it seems as though battler finally decides to make his presence known in this place! it's been a bit hectic for him, but that was exactly why he was calling out to the wonderful people that reside here.]

Alright...! I get it, this is a place where we can't escape that easily. I was in a similar situation back home, it was nearly the same! The only difference there was that it was purgatory, the witches were relentless...!!

Wait wait I shouldn't talk bad about them. Nooo... that simply won't do, won't do at all! They were all actually pretty nice once you got to know them! Ihihihi~! Aah well, and you know, had to get over the fact that they were bloodthirsty killers that loved to see others die and cry over and over.... eeehh... ehehe....

[enough rambling!]

Anyways! Simple people, I wish to pick your brains! Let's see... I need a good question.... oh, ooh I have it! An age old question!

Do you think that when love is involved, one is blinded or are they able to see and realize more?

[Have a stern looking face just staring into the camera for a long moment.]

If this pamphlet is to be believed, and I am indeed nowhere I would recognize, I must ascertain one thing above all else.

Are there any agents of G Corp here? And does the Mishima name carry any kind of weight?

[ When the feed turns on, there's a slightly nervous pinkette on the sceen, shuffling awkwardly as she fiddles with her skirt. ]

U, um... I'm kind of lost and I don't really know what to do. But if anybody needs any help, I would really like to help them! That's okay if I can't I guess. My name is Kaname Madoka, and it's really nice to meet everyone.

[ She then bows politely, a gentle smile on her lips. ]

I don't really know what else to say, but I would really appreciate helping if someone is in need of it...

[When the feed turns on, Ozpin can be seen sitting at a desk, his coffee mug very carefully placed so that the Beacon emblem features prominently in the foreground.]

Greetings, citizens of Genessia. My name, for those of you who are unfamiliar with me, is Ozpin. I am the headmaster of a Hunter training academy in the world of Remnant called Beacon. Tonight, I would like to discuss something that, in light of recent coverage in the newspapers needs to be addressed.

In the latest issue of the newspaper, there was a story claiming that a "monkey-man" was stealing food, and various other items while making various claims as to animalistic tendencies and even crass accusations that the culprit would stoop so low as to use excrement as a weapon.

I would like to take this opportunity to clarify something. These accusations and insinuations are baseless and false. I can also assure all citizens of this place that the charges of theft are widely blown out of proportion.

In my world there exist a people who happen to have animal-like features. Feline ears, tails, horns, etc. However, this does not make them any less people. In Remnant, they have been subjected to subjugation, oppression, and denied basic civil liberties for the sheer crime of having been born different. If a Faunus were to take steps to hide the features that set them apart as Faunus, there would be no other distinction that would make them seem different. In fact, there have been several cases where a Faunus has indeed hidden their ears, tails, or wore contacts to disguise their eyes, and led normal lives as humans.

But I ask you this. Why should they have to? When they have done nothing wrong, why should they be the subject of discrimination and hatred based solely on their appearance? For something they cannot choose for themselves? Should we then be placing taxes on people based on hair color? Height? Dominant hand? When this sort of mentality is allowed to take root, both sides suffer. Faunus have consistently shown themselves to be just as resourceful and beneficial to society as a whole as any human. I for one count myself lucky to have befriended many, and believe my life richer for the experience.

I will be answering any questions you may or may not have, so please, feel free to voice concerns or other questions. I will be more than happy to answer these questions.

[Okay, okay, he's a little late but guess who just got his hands on the last newspaper.]

Okay, so I turn my back for five minutes and we've suddenly got monkey people robbing everyone blind and making a mess of the windows?

[And why does that not sound too terribly out of the ordinary around here?]

Anybody want to fill me in? The circus in town or something?

[Guess who's never used a phone or a recording device before? This pirate. So when it first turns on it's cock-eyed and he draws his head back some, brows furrowed as he tries to get the thing working right. Once the view turns to where he's viewed upright there's a pause before a charming smile spreads over his face.]

I take it this curious thing is working and all of you can see me then? How do I look mates? [A slight curve of a brow and a hooded look to go with that debonair grin. Yes, yes Hook, we know you're devilishly handsome.]

Not bad for being asleep in a coffin for who knows how long, ey?

Now, to whom do I owe the pleasure of such a sleeping curse? I can think of a few Evil Queens and a certain Crocodile with that sort of magic up their sleeve but then that raises the question of who do I thank for the kiss that awoke me?

[Raising his necklace into view on his hook. The prominent stones appear to be green.] Or for these gifts for that matter? A bit gaudy don't you think, love? I suppose it suits my eyes. But what pirate doesn't like treasure?

[And away goes the necklace as he puts on a slightly more serious expression.]

Where are my manners... my name is Killian Jones, but I'm better known by my colorful moniker, [Gesturing with his Hook in view.] Captain Hook. Perhaps you've heard of me?

Can someone point me in the direction of a tavern perhaps? I'm starved.

[After some time, Gabriel decides to go ahead and announce his presence. Why in the hell not? Everyone else was doing it. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know who these people were. He didn't how he got here. He had just been stabbed through the chest by his brother. Screw it, he's retired.

So, the feed comes on to present a middle aged man who had the camera held out at arm's length, while he stood motionless with a smile and a thumbs up... It took him a second, but he eventually frowned and fumbled with the phone.]

It doesn't take selfies? Dude, that's lame.

[He adjusts the camera to show his happy face again.]

Hi, everyone! I have cash and a key to someone's apartment. Who wants to go get wasted and set something on fire?

[Thus is his mood.]

Greetings Genessia and associated realms.

My name is Erza Scarlet and I represent the Fairy Tail Guild. We are a group of wizards, identifiable by this mark...

[She shows her left arm which sports a small stylized fairy emblem.]

In light of last week's attack, from today onward we shall be offering the services of our guild in exchange for proper compensation. [She doesn't say 'money' because she would be okay with being paid in strawberry cake. The others probably want money though.]

If you need something done please don't hesitate to submit a request. We will take on jobs both simple or difficult, however we reserve the right to turn down any request at our discretion. As a lawful guild we will not accept assassination contracts or any other task which would violate the laws of this world.

If you have any questions, I will do my best to answer.

[ at first, the silver surroundings have her thinking she collapsed in engineering with the way her mind refuses to fully cooperate. why she would have collapsed, though, is beyond her — especially when she'd last been up in one of the lexington's science labs, not down in engineering. had the ship been under attack?

slowly, she sits up, red hair cascading around her green skin. uniform, check; insignia, check; communicator— missing. it ought be holstered to her hip, but is missing along with the holster itself. and when she finally locates the box, the necklace, the device, and the pamphlet, she begins to fear the worst, because she's orion. departing from the area she woke up in, she hopes she's wrong, deciding to give the strange, archaic device a try. ]

Lieutenant Gaila to Lexington. Lexington, respond.

[ nothing... but those caverns were likely contributing to the disruption of any signals trying to leave (or enter) the planet's atmosphere. if the lexington was in orbit of this "genessia," then she'll have a better chance of contacting them if she puts some more distance between herself and this area. so she does, items in tow, looking and feeling even more alien than she did on earth amongst a sea of alien-aware humans. ]

( ... and they suffocated us. )




Through the city, every communicator screamed out a deafening alert, which was followed by the voice of the AI.

“CORRUPTED ELEMENTS DETECTED. PLEASE ASSIST IN PURGING IN ORDER TO ENSURE THE CONTINUED SURVIVAL OF THE CITY AND ITS INHABITANTS”


[OOC: Subthreads are up. Post in them for combat, or go nuts with planning/reactions through the rest of the comments.]

[There appears to be fog or steam rising up around the woman as she appears on screen, in reality it's because behind her is a field of ice leftover from when she froze the water coming out of the pod so she could walk across it without getting wet. Her hair is down, all adding the the abnormal lack of color and making the dark lips and shifting colors in her eyes even more obvious. Her eyes are only sort of in the direction of the screen because she is holding the brochure in her other hand, flipping it over to see if there is any more explanation for whatever god had the audacity to pull her away from what she was supposed to be. And only a god would have that ability because there was no way any humans even in large numbers could have managed the task against her will.]This is unacceptable.

[Gaze lifting from the device in her hand to the surrounding city the Queen looks... annoyed. Which isn't the best mood to have her in but isn't all that uncommon either.] Handmaiden. [Now that sounds more like a demand than a randomly thrown out word. And it is. She's calling for the Leanansídhe and is even more annoyed when the woman does not appear. She'd call for her Knight if she thought he wouldn't run the other direction just to be difficult, he generally had to be suborned into service. Her eyes narrow as she steps out onto a street with passing people and they barely seem to pay her any mind which is not common at all.] Creatures of this demesne, explain.

[And that's about the time things start going frosty all around her, it even crackles into the edges of the screen, icing up trees behind her and something cracks as it freezes so quickly then explodes in a shower of ice shards and wood. One of the lower branches of a tree off to her left side.]