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crystalnexus2020-03-31 01:44 am
meowtroid) wrote in crystalnexus2020-03-31 01:44 am
Welcome to The Nexus!
The Nexus is no stranger to new arrivals, welcoming approximately 0.83 Drifters a day on average. Today, however, is unusual. A great many more Drifters seem to have appeared all at once, a major influx unlike any seen in over a century. Unprepared to handle so many new faces needing explanations all at the same time, the Welcoming Center is positively abuzz with activity - and all of their brand new citizens are thrust into the fray of the ensuing mayhem of volunteers attempting to calm them.
A. Arrival
One of the main rules of those tasked with receiving new Drifters is to be prepared for anything - for anyone to show up in any state of being, including but not limited to: being in need of immediate medical attention, being in a fit of violence and rage, being completely nude, and any combination of such dramatic situations.
While this is relatively simple to handle if there are only one or two new arrivals on any given day, the number of arrivals this day has greatly exceeded expectations, and so has the chance for those dramatic situations to occur.
It is clear that the Welcoming Committee was not prepared to handle an abundance of these situations happening simultaneously.
Whether you as a new Drifter are experiencing one of these situations, or are simply caught in the crossfire of such circumstances, the typically calm and tranquil setting of the Welcoming Center's rooftop is currently one of chaos. Colorful uniforms of flowing linen denote the volunteers clearly familiar with what is going on, attempting to keep people orderly and diffuse the tension, though they seem to be having mixed results.
B. Orientation
Over the countless years since the Welcoming Center had first been built, a great number of different approaches to integrating Drifters into the populous had been attempted, until it had been decided that one on one personal greeters who took the time to approach new Drifters with empathy and undivided attention was the most successful at curbing the stress of arrival.
Such an approach is practical when dealing with the typical trickle of Drifters; it is, unfortunately, impossible to assign individual greeters to a veritable flood.
Having to resort to some of their more archaic methods, whole groups of Drifters are assigned to singular greeters, with yellowing brochures that had to be dug out of storage being passed around for the masses. Even an old film has been unearthed, and is being projected for all to see on one of the large white walls within the Welcoming Center.
Welcome to The Nexus! Assuming you are calm enough to make it through orientation, you are given this general overview:
The Nexus is a city existing in the crossroads of an interdimensional Rift, and you have been pulled here from your own place and time - and unfortunately it's a one way ticket no one can control, so everyone present is going to do everything they can to make sure you live here comfortably for however long you may be here. You are given access to housing accommodations, a communications device, a map of the city, and the contact information of whichever lucky greeter was assigned to your group.
Assuming you aren't calm enough to make it through orientation - wait, no, where are you going? Please don't just leave through the front door, we haven't finished explaining everything yet, and -
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This is a special open event post to get the ball rolling on this sandbox! Feel free to use the prompts here, to come up with your own, or to simply start posting to the community! You may have your character be one of the many new arrivals, or you may have your character be an already established citizen dealing with all the discord, it's entirely up to you. Expect there to be several vague arrivals and volunteer characters that aren't player characters, and use them within your prompts however you see fit!
Have fun!
A. Arrival
One of the main rules of those tasked with receiving new Drifters is to be prepared for anything - for anyone to show up in any state of being, including but not limited to: being in need of immediate medical attention, being in a fit of violence and rage, being completely nude, and any combination of such dramatic situations.
While this is relatively simple to handle if there are only one or two new arrivals on any given day, the number of arrivals this day has greatly exceeded expectations, and so has the chance for those dramatic situations to occur.
It is clear that the Welcoming Committee was not prepared to handle an abundance of these situations happening simultaneously.
Whether you as a new Drifter are experiencing one of these situations, or are simply caught in the crossfire of such circumstances, the typically calm and tranquil setting of the Welcoming Center's rooftop is currently one of chaos. Colorful uniforms of flowing linen denote the volunteers clearly familiar with what is going on, attempting to keep people orderly and diffuse the tension, though they seem to be having mixed results.
B. Orientation
Over the countless years since the Welcoming Center had first been built, a great number of different approaches to integrating Drifters into the populous had been attempted, until it had been decided that one on one personal greeters who took the time to approach new Drifters with empathy and undivided attention was the most successful at curbing the stress of arrival.
Such an approach is practical when dealing with the typical trickle of Drifters; it is, unfortunately, impossible to assign individual greeters to a veritable flood.
Having to resort to some of their more archaic methods, whole groups of Drifters are assigned to singular greeters, with yellowing brochures that had to be dug out of storage being passed around for the masses. Even an old film has been unearthed, and is being projected for all to see on one of the large white walls within the Welcoming Center.
Welcome to The Nexus! Assuming you are calm enough to make it through orientation, you are given this general overview:
The Nexus is a city existing in the crossroads of an interdimensional Rift, and you have been pulled here from your own place and time - and unfortunately it's a one way ticket no one can control, so everyone present is going to do everything they can to make sure you live here comfortably for however long you may be here. You are given access to housing accommodations, a communications device, a map of the city, and the contact information of whichever lucky greeter was assigned to your group.
Assuming you aren't calm enough to make it through orientation - wait, no, where are you going? Please don't just leave through the front door, we haven't finished explaining everything yet, and -
This is a special open event post to get the ball rolling on this sandbox! Feel free to use the prompts here, to come up with your own, or to simply start posting to the community! You may have your character be one of the many new arrivals, or you may have your character be an already established citizen dealing with all the discord, it's entirely up to you. Expect there to be several vague arrivals and volunteer characters that aren't player characters, and use them within your prompts however you see fit!
Have fun!
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"... Again, thanks," he replied softly as he lifted the bottle and took a small sip.
The taste was bitter, and none too pleasant, and he almost spat it out then and there. But, he noticed, as soon as the liquid had hit his tongue, all the tingling and pain had subsided as if it had never been there in the first place. Whatever that stuff was, it worked.
"Ugh," he groaned, passing it back to Malms with a wince. "What in the world is that stuff? It helped, but... I've never tasted anything like it."
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A medicine, then. Lio couldn't remember the last time he took medicine of any sort. He wouldn't call coffee a medicine, per se, but he understood the idea of something getting a job done without regards to the taste.
"Sugar wasn't easy to come by for us - cream even less so, so I got used to drinking it black. The temperature didn't used to bother me either," he explained, picking his coffee back up and taking a much more careful and considered sip. Still hot, but he was going to do his best to avoid burning his mouth again, if only to avoid needing more of that medicine.
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He tried not to let it show.
"Lio Fotia. And you're mistaken. By 'we' I meant me and my people - not everyone from my world."
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"So I'm trying to figure out how you get coffee, and yet lack the sugar or cream, and running into a failure of imagination. My apologies if I offended, Lio, it was not intended."
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"We lived on the run. Tinned coffee, instant coffee, that was easy to steal - and for us, easy to make on the fly. Sugar wasn't commonly something we went looking for, since it has no nutritional value, and was heavy and less portable. And milk spoils - completely out of the question if you're looking for food to bring to a distant settlement."