[Game Opening, Part 1 - What Souls Here May Bring]

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The drawstrings cut,
my hollow ebony stained wood plomps to the floor—
THUD

Eyes open, souls recollect.
The new me, erect.

I make my own decisions, have my own priorities,
have my own thoughts.

No external force taps into me—
Freedom.
- Jana Bielecki
Who: (Everyone OPEN LOG)
Where: (City Hall)
Summary: (You've just arrived in the city. Welcome.)
Warnings: (Intro logs are pretty warnable.)
Style: (The text is in prose, but feel free to write back in action tags if you feel more comfortable.)

They always say the first day on a new job is always the hardest.

But tell me...did those tasks include being taken from your own homeworld, dumped into a city you didn't recognize, meeting a man dressed in the purest of whites with a butterfly mask, to be bestowed the power of Persona, and then having some Men in Black lead you to the city hall saying you were expected?

...

...at least your things are apparently safe in your new apartments?

...

...looks like you might be here for a while.


What a way to start the first of September...

As they usher the last of you in, you realize that they've been preparing this for quite a while. There is a small table with food on the right, mixed cuisine (although the main theme seems to be Japanese dishes). Some strange computer program appears next to you and seems to be translating what you are saying so those before you understand. Language barriers? Don't be silly!

Most of the men ignore you after that. You are expected to mingle amongst yourselves a bit before the main 'show' starts, it seems....

Comments

Johnny Rayflo | Vassalord

[onebattyknight]

*look at this dude. Standing over here overdressed, looking like he just came back from the opera (which, y'know. He did.) He doesn't look too happy at this whole thing, staring out the window with a faraway look to his face.

Yep, looks like the friendly neighborhood kidnappers made a shitty day even shittier.*

[viditlibertas]

Are you homesick?

[It was a simple question from a weird, floating ziggy-zaggy, inhuman-sounding cube...but he tried to make it sound sincere all the same. If that worked or not was to be determined.]

I'm sorry, if you are.

[onebattyknight]

*......What.

No really. What.

Sorry Mr. Cube, Johnny is kind of...weirded out.*

[viditlibertas]

[Are you ready for a waiting silence?

'Cos the cube isn't going anywhere or saying any more until it gets an answer.

(it's a little simple like that)]

[onebattyknight]

....You, uh. You're a talking box, huh.

[viditlibertas]

A box? No. I am not a box at all.

[...uh...]

[onebattyknight]

You sure look like one to me.

[viditlibertas]

And you look like a human to me, but I have a feeling you are not.

[Sarcasm, or a fact? It was hard to tell.]

[onebattyknight]

...You don't have to rub it in. Way to hurt a guy's feelings!

Anyway, what are you, if not a giant floating cube?

[viditlibertas]

I am Al Saiduq.

[...yyyyyyyyep.]

[onebattyknight]

...Al, then. Were you the one who brought us here?