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The Search for the Newcomers, January 2012 Edition.

New Arrivals

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Who: Open to Everyone, but only Newly Accepted Characters can start threads.
Where: All around the city! They appear where you want them to appear.
Summary: Newcomers arrive and by now the Government is more ready and sends everyone out to go people hunting.
Warnings: ARRIVALS. Also assume the first thread is the ones who tell you about the city, and the other tags for the character can be talking with others in the city and learning more about it.
Music: This

[FOR THOSE IN THE CITY:]
It was Grand Prix frenzy by this time. The streets were filled with people watching every available television screen, crowds in the bigger areas of Scorpio district with the larger screen.

Now the HORUS detection system was working again. The device allowed everyone to spot abnormalities; and while it was being re-tuned to work with the appearing buildings, they could hone in on newcomers at a much faster pace. The leftover energy from the travel (commonly called Magatama Residue) gave them a few minutes to find them before it would flicker out.

Combined with the fact they could appear in most parts of the city, it made finding the newcomers was both easy yet frustratingly difficult.

As the blips appear on your own radar function, it was also nice enough to calculate for you the best transport and destination routes to take to get there. Speed was of the essence, after all.

[FOR THOSE WHO JUST ARRIVED:]
You're not in your homeworld anymore. That much is evident. So how do you feel? Happy? Sad? Troubled? A little of all three? No matter what, the memories of a butterfly man named Philemon are fading like a dream; you'll remember the details, but perhaps not everything he has said.

There is one word that stays with you, however.

Persona.

So...here to save the city, huh? First you'll need to find out more information. And who knows, maybe a familiar face or two...

But why are everyone huddle around large televisions screens for some reason?

[OOC: As stated above, only new characters can start a thread, but feel free to jump in any of them. characters arrive with their clothing and whatever items they had on them the moment they were taken; the remaining items will be later found in their apartments.]

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[Dave is just standing off on the sidewalk. He's turned his attention to one of the television screens, although there's an air of disinterest around him.

His appearance might be a little disconcerting. Maybe the fact that he's wearing a t-shirt and jeans in the brisk, January weather. But let's be honest, it's probably the tear in his shirt and the dried blood staining his shirt. He doesn't seem too bothered by it, although he also seems a little disoriented or detached at the moment.]

For having to save this place, it doesn't really seem like things are even that amiss. [Considering he just came from a place where humans were dying by the millions and living conditions were going to hell, this was like a walk in the park.] I was expecting a little more doom and gloom, but everyone is watching t.v. instead.

[Here's a young man not watching the television. Instead, he's watching Dave instead, tilting his head curiously as he looks Dave up and down. There's a moment where he seems to ponder what to say as he bites his lip, before stating, in a rather timid voice:]

That-that blood stain...are you hurt?

I'm feeling pretty good, actually. You'd think, yeah, I'm in pain. Naw. I guess I just got left in these clothes, but I'm not hurt.

[Anymore. He's also apparently not dead...? That's to be debated.]

[He nods slightly, putting a finger to his chin as if in thought.]

So...it's not your blood, then?

I didn't say that. This is definitely my blood.

[At least he's honest about it.]

[Annnd back to square one. Sam furrows his eyebrows, looking very confused.]

But you're not wounded at all.

[At this, Dave actually shrugs.]

Your guess is as good as mine. I just arrived here, so you probably would know more than I would. Unless you're new here too. Than we're both stuck in a really weird situation we didn't ask for. Not that you probably asked to be here in the first place.

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I was new around...two months ago, I think. So no, I didn't ask to be here either. But I wasn't hurt, not that I know of.

Has somebody told you about Personas?

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[Rose is, not surprisingly at all, not watching the TVs. Instead, she is, well, lurking for lack of a better word near the corner of the street, one brow quirked as she stared at a person who seemed to be an older--and bloodstained--version of her ecto-bro.

Finally, she approaches Dave, arms crossed over her chest.]

Perhaps that is the real doom and gloom. That no one can tear their gaze away to focus on the world around them and all of it's... oddities.

[You...you are tiny, first of all. You are a tiny version of someone who is not supposed to be tiny. Dave doesn't like this. It is the completely opposite of like. No, this sucks.

Except she's still Rose. At least he's pretty sure it's Rose.

What the fuck.]

This might be a step up from post apocalyptic scenarios. At least there's a chance to get people away from television.

Oddities is an understatement.

[Rose is not tiny. Dave is practically gargantuan. And she is nearly sixteen, thank you very much. She is quite tall for her age.]

An oddity like your appearance, perhaps? Or is bloodstained and under-dressed the new black in your timeline?

[He's like 5'10" or something. He's not that tall. He's probably short for his age, but we're not going to go into that.]

Well, it wasn't freezing fucking cold where I was coming from. The bloodstains might mean I'm dead though. [Actually, he's pretty sure he's dead.] I'm not used to you being...you know. Tiny. How old are you? [This is weird? Why aren't you old as dirt like him?]

[Oh no... blood? Nano can't leave something like that alone, even if he does look okay right now.]

Um... excuse me...? Are you all right?

[Have a teenage girl with a wind-up key in her back fussing over you, Dave.]

[Isn't it a little late for The Nutcracker? Hahah. Yes? No?

He stares down at the girl. Oh, this is cute. Weird, but cute. He should probably let her know he's okay. He doesn't like to be fussed over.]

Other than cold? I'm fucking peachy. [Was he supposed to watch his mouth? Naww.]

[Well, that's certainly new. Not a word she isn't familiar with, but certainly one she's never really heard in polite conversation. And as Nano herself is nothing if not polite and also admittedly a little childish, her first reaction is to let out a small gasp and cover her own mouth, looking around to see if any children might have heard him using such foul language.]

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[Oh...wow. Okay. He's going to have to curb his language around her. He can do that. Play it PG. Whatever.]

Ignore that word I just said. How do you navigate this place exactly? Are we just dumped here and on our own? That seems kind of a di-rude thing to do.

All right.

[She's happy to ignore it, so she nods.]

Um... I'm afraid so. Everyone arrives here differently, but the ones who were already here get notices that new people are in town so we can go out and find them. It's for safety, I think - it's dangerous to be outside in the city at night. I can walk with you to City Hall if you'd like. That's where they give you your apartment and the communication watches we all have.

I guess that's something. [Could be worst. They could just leave them on their own, but it sounds like they also got at least a place and a way to stay in communication with others. That's something.]

I'd like that actually. I'd be stuck out here if you didn't tell me that, so... [He trails off.] What happens at night?

Monsters come out. A-and demons. You can only fight them with a Persona.

[Not entirely true, but they're the only weapons Nano really has.]

Did you hear about those yet?

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[He had no idea where the hell he is or how he got there, but it's disconcerting, to say the very least. He'd gone from finally meeting up with everyone and about to enter the game, to all of a sudden being... here. He could tell he was still on Earth, but somehow he'd time traveled, and way fucking far apparently.

And Roxy, Jane and Jake didn't appear to be here at all.

It didn't take him long to realize that this isn't a dream bubble either, so that was out. After that realization, all he really had left to do is wander around, hoping something would make fucking sense. But then someone pops out. A familiar face amongst the faceless people he didn't know.

He stops dead.]

Dave?

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[Dave should honestly be more concerned, but it's hard to be concerned when Dave is also pretty sure he's dead. Honestly, this isn't the weirdest thing to happen. He's dealt with pretty weird shit.

The fact that Dave is desensitized to shit like this is actually the disconcerting part.

He turns when he hears his name. Dave was a pretty common name, by no means. At least in the U.S. This is probably not the U.S. They're probably calling out to him, but the voice is unfamiliar. When he turns, the face he looks at isn't what he's expecting. He already knows who this must be. He doesn't really need to know what Dirk looks like to guess who it is. He just knows. But he also didn't like to bring his own hopes up.]

How do you know my name?

[Alright. Calm down. Seriously. Just because you're suddenly meeting your absentee guardian does not mean you suddenly have permission to go completely uncool. Relax your ass and calm down. But god it's hard, because... of all the things. Of all the fucking things, this was not one of the things you expected to happen. Holy shit.]

Uh...

Does the name Dirk Strider mean anything to you?

[Dave considered how to answer. That could have meant a lot of things. Of course this was only because Dave was overcautious and maybe a little more on the paranoid side. But his expression softened a bit. Dirk was probably internally freaking out over this a hell lot more than he was expressing.]

It means plenty to me. [A beat.] Wasn't really expecting this.

[He's trying not to internally freak out, anyway. It's a little hard, because... Well, it's like Dave said. He wasn't expecting this, either. Far from it- he never thought he'd get to see his guardian alive, except for hopefully when the game sprite became a thing. And even then, that could go wrong.

But there he is, right in front of him.]

I... yeah, neither was I. I'm him- Dirk, I mean. Your... brother.

[Yeah, Dirk seems pretty overwhelmed. Dave would be if he were not kind of used to unexpected shit happening to him. That, and if he weren't so good at feigning being calm. He was definitely kind of freaking out inside.]

I-[Oh. Right. His shirt obviously...welp.] This is probably kind of awkward.