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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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Egad!

[A rotund man awakens from the dream. His egg-shaped vehicle serves as his cradle and snow as his pillow. The chill gets to him and he wipes his bald head and cushion of sleet. He reaches out for the monitor of his pod and uses that to pull himself out.]

I never dreamed about butterflies before let alone talking butterflies. Of all the useless things I could...

[He looks down at his wreck of a hovercraft. Broken. Naturally.]

... Well, that's just great. All these years and it decides to give out now. Not that it didn't take a beating...

[Putting gloved hands on his hips, he looks around and checks out his surroundings. He notices people grouped around television screens. Never let it be said that he wasn't a curious man. Leaving his Egg Mobile for a moment, Dr. Eggman approaches the crowd.]

What is the matter with you all? What's going on that's so darn interesting?

Hmm, I do wonder? Perhaps it's just a really popular commercial. Or perhaps it's one of the biggest tournaments of the year! Who can say.

*There's a woman over here. A floating woman. She's sitting on her staff, but you get the feeling she doesn't need the staff to fly. She's got glasses on -- or so it seems, until they suddenly retract and disappear. *

I see. So that's what those little blips are. I never really bothered to look into them, but I figured I was in the area, and I was curious. You're not a demon, at least. Or... not obviously, anyway. You must be one of the new arrivals they were crowing about.

Minions!

[A spectacle of a man stands by a street corner and glances left to right. He frowns as he puts a blue/red claw to his lips and whistles.]

I said... Minions! Soldiers of the Underworld Army! Your lord, master, and supreme writer of your paychecks summons you!

[No response.]

Well, this is awkward. If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was a mortal city. It's well lit, I'll give it that, but nothing says metropolis like a good squishing!

[He raises a foot and stomps the ground.]

What a letdown.

Persona...

Persona? What the hell is a persona? Isn't that some kind of flower?

Well. Whatever it is, Momotaros can worry about it later. Right now, it's COLD. And... Lonely, actually. He can't feel the link he had to Ryoutarou, and there's no other obvious questions about where here is being posed. If this place needed help, why'd they only bring him? Not that he really needs the other Imagin, but still...

~~Okay, he totally needs them. He's not going to admit it, though.~~

Another question - if this place was in such dire need of help, why the heck is everyone zoned out and watching some fighting on TV? "HEY! Somebody wanna tell me what the hell's goin' on here?!" His voice is loud and obnoxious, and his appearance normally demands attention, but in a place like Hinoto-Ri, it might not stand out all that much, with the population of actual demons around. If no one answers, well - he can always grab a shoulder or two to get their attention.

... Ugh. Magic.

[While it was never clear that the woman is capable of using magic to levitate, her talk of demons sealed it. He can't ignore his disdain for magic, but at the same time, he needed information. He showed his grimace, so he can't put on a nice guy act successfully. Standing upright, he puts his hands behind his back and looks over at the direction of the screens.]

I once hosted several tournaments myself. Err, racing, mostly, but I'm sure you're talking about another sport or some such. Eh, but yes. Where did I arrive at anyway?

Among those milling about in the city is one confused boy in blue and cyan armor. He looks around, quite obviously dazed and confused. A red and pink mechanical dog sits next to him, who's just as confused, if not more. The dog whines once, getting the boy's attention. He stoops down on one knee, patting the dog on the head.

"Don't worry, Rush. I'm not sure where we're at, but we'll figure something out. Well. A lot of somethings." As there's a lot of questions on his mind - where this place is, why do they need help, what context does 'persona' have here, and why can't he get in contact with Dr. Light?

Raising up, Rock starts heading down the sidewalk, with Rush following along and periodically sniffing around. The things on the TV screens are just more wood on the fire that is his confusion about this place. He wants to ask someone about what's going on, but they seem so enthralled by the fight that it seems rude to interrupt.

Yes, magic! Ho ho ho. I see you're quite the enthusiast.

Hmm, yes, the old man in the mask WAS obnoxiously vague for us too. And you don't even get a welcoming party like we did. Don't worry, it wasn't much to crow about.

This is Hinoto-ri. Virgo district, in fact. You should consider yourself fortunate. There are rougher places to show up, and rougher times of the day to boot.

[He's going to ignore the magic subject for now, tempting as it is not to.]

Hinoto-Ri? I'm definitely not in Mobius now, that's for sure. Then how did I even get here anyway? Last thing I remember, I was...

[... defeated by two Sonics and sent to a time where nothing exists. Maybe this is how he got out.]

... going out for some laundry.

Laundry, yes. You have that domestic air about you.

*She's calling bullshit and she's not really hiding it that well.*

The same way we all came here. The man in the butterfly mask called us, and here we are. WRETCHEDLY inconvenient, but it works out better for some of us. I've rather settled in myself.

Oh, deary deary me. Where ARE my manners. Oh, I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed on. I am Misery. Local witch, potionmaker and alchemist. Charmed, I'm certain.

Wow, you are a noisy stranger.

A plastic cup goes flying through the air and bounces off the back of Momotaros' head. Hopefully he'll get the message.

If anybody's going to be yelling, it's the girl on the other side of those snow covered bushes.

"Delicious root beer pops! 250 coins!...Yen! Whatever you call it!"

["Urgh. You probably think you're so clever with that bit of wordplay."

Not that the doctor has a good time hiding his disdain either. He extends a right arm out from his back, waving it along with his introduction like a conductor's baton to an orchestra.]

Yes. Right. Well, my name is Dr. Eggman, scientist extraordinaire. So you'll have to excuse my, eh... doubts... in your hocus-pocus.

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You'd hardly be the first scientist who needed to be persuaded. I will assure you that such an attitude will cause you no end of headaches in a places like this, though. Still, I suppose everybody has the right to their own opinions, even when they're wrong.

*Oh ho, the smell in the air. It is that of trolling potential. She likes it.*

[A lone bead of sweat trickles down the back of the doctor's head. That's what it felt like, at least. Eggman ignores it and waves the left arm at Misery's direction in accompaniment with his verbal counterattack.]

What opinion!? It's inherently illogical that people would label anomalies they don't understand as magic! Everything has an explanation even if science hasn't advanced far enough to figure it out. They're the ones who are wrong, not me!

Oh deary deary me. That's quite the reaction! I get the feeling you don't like being wrong too often! That's hardly a sporting attitude for a scientist. Ho ho ho! Well then, I wonder how much your science can explain something like this?

*She chants something, and a can of iced coffee appears in front of her. She takes it.*

Don't be TOO worried. It's from my own refrigerator. I keep it well organized for moments like these. Makes things taste better.

*She cracks open the can and drinks. Tastes like irritation. Mmm.*

DONK.

Momo jumps a bit at the impact, because hey, something hit him in the back of the head, even if it wasn't very hard. He turns around, and sees the cup on the ground.

"What th'..." He stoops down and grabs it, then he hears the shouting coming from the girl. The girl who has matching plastic cups. Momotaros makes a frustrated noise, then starts stomping over toward Vanellope, shaking the cup in her general direction. "Brat! Are you th' one that threw this at me?!"

It's just a simple act of transporting matter from a location clearly visualized. The means lack technological aid, but that doesn't mean it's physically impossible.

[He can do it himself if he had the technology! You'd almost think it's magic.]

It happened. Therefore, it is possible as well as ripe for harnessing. What it isn't is magic. Now that was a QED if I've ever heard one.

Ooohohohoohohohohooooh!

[Beat that laugh, Misery.]

Oh my, yes. I see you've got this all figured out! Clearly, I obtained this through purely willing science to happen.

How magical, wouldn't you say?

*We got a live one here folks. Ho ho.*

Anyway, I dare say you have more important things to do than prattling here with me about such things. Figuring out where your stuff went, for instance.

[Well. Okay. So, save the world is the name of this game, huh? Dave guesses this isn't so different from what he's been doing. Granted, Sburb is a little more...local than this.]

Great, at least it'll be a fuckin' break from all the drama on the goddamn meteor.

[Shrugging, Dave decides to take a walk around and get his bearings for this odd city. Maybe someone can fill him in on how the hell one goes about saving the world.]

Vanellope doesn't seem at all afraid of this spiky armored pest, standing on top of a food cart with earmuffs and mittens on. She looks up at Momotaros with amusement.

"Nope." She answers in an innocent tone, pulling out one of her popsicles to eat. "They did."

She points to her right, where two long-haired individuals wearing aprons adorned with a bar logo as well as scarves and earmuffs stand, giving Momotaros emotionless looks.

[Oh, this woman. While Eggman would have liked to make a rebuttal, he jumps at the realization.]

Th-that's right! All I have is my hovercraft! How... Where...

... You know, don't you?

Mmm, not the exact room or the building, but in a way yes. I'm afraid you'll have to get more details from Town Hall. They pretty much expect this sort of thing these days.

Momotaros doesn't miss a beat, and takes a few steps over, crushing his cup in the process before pointing a finger at one, then the other, staring their blank expressions down. Really, it's almost comical just how riled up he got over this whole thing...

"What's the big idea, ya bastards?! You tryin' to pick a fight or somethin'?!"

Urgh, fine...

[Being a global terrorist and most wanted man on Mobius should have no bearing here.]

Then where is Town Hall if you would be so kind?

Ah, that would be the Leo district! One district over to the West, I believe. Of course, I COULD simply teleport you there myself. Consider it a service to our latest "hero."

I'm fine, thanks!

[He pauses for a moment and looks behind.]

... I'll go as soon as I get my blasted Egg Mobile running again.

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