destinystrings | 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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[Oh, they'll get involved. It's only a matter of time. Minako's been trying to squeeze her way in there since she first arrived; she's not about to stop trying to reform SEES. Her level of dedication to it is ridiculous, still. But that's why she's the leader.

But he's not about to tell Fuuka that. This place is as confusing enough as it is without telling her that her support work hadn't died along with Tartarus as it probably should have, though that is probably apparent—or will be, soon enough. Fighting with personas and climbing endless staircases isn't all there is to life. Shouldn't be. Shouldn't have to be. Personas are a tool, nothing more. A tool he thinks most people would be better without. It made Aki more reckless, got Mitsuru into countless problems that should have never been hers to solve, and Castor damn sure hadn't done him any favors. But the normality he had wanted had died a long time ago. Things won't ever be normal, though he'd like it to be.

When she speaks again, he glances down at her, eyebrows lifting ever-so-slightly from their place. She sounds more confident than he remembers—though that confidence had probably always been there, waiting for her to find it. A small half-smile breaks across his face, but disappears as another second passes by. He's glad she's never stopped trying, even though some of the things he can recall her doing made him wince internally sometimes—because, shit, some things weren't meant to be cooked that way and goddamn why would you even try?]

You still remember how to make tonkatsu?

[The café knew how to make some good tonkatsu, at least, that would be easy enough for her to try, though it's more advanced than what he remembers teaching her. He begins to walk towards the café, picking the easiest way through the crowd, keeping his pace slow and even.]

The Search for the Newcomers, January 2012 Edition.

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