From One City to Another [Open post event info and start]

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Who: Everyone (guests and non-guests alike)
Where: Geartopia
Summary: Event in City start!
Warnings: Cowboys and Gears
EVENT INFO: Read about it here if you're a new comer!

The Mayoress keeps her word, and the Visitors are whisked away and changed into more suitable clothing for this world, free of charge. As they step down from the portal -- a stark contrast to the last time it was used, a giant man standing easily over eight feet tall and resembling a mammoth takes out a piece of string and measures everyone for their complimentary hat, vest, goggles and boots, as a small team works nearby to adjust the sizes of the materials they already have. It's rather interesting to see them at work, cutting with iron scissors - a spiderlady using her own silken string along with a robot aide to patch things up. Before long, you are given an outfit that's been tailor-fit for you.

Hopefully you aren't too arachnophobic, she's a nice old lady.

Once that's all done, the Mayoress speaks up.

"Come with us, please!"

Robotic horses and chariots draw them into the middle of the town, as a small map is given to everyone, but it's overly simple at best.

As they arrive in the town square, a look around reveals that the people here seem to be a mixture of humans, humanoid animals that have evolved, and robots. The feeling is very Old West, but with it all kept at a simple level despite the advance technology present. Compared to Hinoto-Ri and its lights, bright city and atmosphere, Geartopia feels like it falls on the opposite end of the spectrum. There's barely anything that would make you think of a modern city.

Which is why those that don't look like they belong stand out even more than you do.

Confused people from various worlds, not meant to have landed here... but currently with no way to go home, are stuck in Geartopia, violently torn from whatever they had been doing.

"We ain't sure what happened," she tells the Visitors, shaking her head. "But the past three days have been nothin' more than a giant mess! And they keep pilin' up. We need you to help us figure out what's happenin’!"

As they continue towards the town's center, she gives a bit more explanation: Once, long ago, Geartopia was built by aliens visiting the planet that granted intelligence to some native species. That includes her kind! The giant black obsidian monoliths humming precariously outside of town are an example of that. Normally the rocks only work when they need to contact other worlds. Three days ago, they started to glow, and that's when others began to appear here. People that had not been planned for. And they were still coming in, too...

The technology the elder aliens left them allows them to contact other planets during times of distress, but otherwise, there is nothing futuristic going on - the aliens wanted it this way and for the most part, the population respects this. Most of the area is dry and arid, with very tiny grass and shrubs growing over the hill, and, strangely enough, an area from town that is densely populated by forest.

They'll need your strange and powerful manpower in the upcoming days… just like twenty years ago, when the previous mayoress had called upon great heroes for aid.

[OOC Info about Geartopia:

- Saloon and bars of all sizes. Most are comically named with an object and a color. You can find all sorts of them across town. The shadier ones can be found at the far end of the west.

- There are hotels with gear-driven pianos playing wistful tunes as you drink hard liquor made from cactus juice, honey and barley. The honey wine is especially prized and costly.

- There is also a small carnival with a steampunk and old west fair, sugar and cactus fruit pies, whole animals roasted over open pits, musicians, and a single wooden coaster. It's not much, but the food is excellent.

- Be careful, however. The cactus fruit does cause stomach aches for most people not native to this world.

- There are farms around here, if you feel like having real food and doing honest work.

- The general store has steampunk items for sale, but most of them are much too expensive for the visitors at this point. You can try to barter.

- Oh, and news travels fast. Cause problems, and the rumors will travel to the mayoress fast enough.

- Start posts with Open or Closed depending on what you want to do!

RP VISITORS NOT FROM STRINGS: Here’s your own situation: Your character showed up here anytime from the 4th to the 16th and they have no idea why. They just popped out from their own place and popped in here. HAVE FUN!]

Comments

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[doudemoe]

[The transition from here to there jolted Minato out of his nap. He had no idea where he was, but it could be quickly concluded that this wasn't Mayfield. If anything, it could be a stunt by several people who wanted to take full advantage of their power in Newfield. Monoliths, saloons, hotels, and a carnival...maybe someone was bored and wanted to create their own "event", for nostalgia's sake.

At least there seems to be no real danger yet. So he'll wander around the area trying to find someone familiar. He will stop by the carnival eventually. But for now he's trying to get his bearings straight, and will be asking around for information.]

[helenchanted]

[Don't look too far to the left because there is a girl starring at you like she just saw a ghost.

A very sexy ghost.]

[doudemoe]

[He will anyway because no one tells him what to do. He of course doesn't recognize her, but does think she looks rather...distinctive.

He takes her shocked expression to refer to their surroundings, though.]

Hello. Do you know what's going on?

[helenchanter]

[Oh.

He doesn't know her.

That was...slightly (very) disappointing. Please ignore the blushing as she answers him to the best of her capacity.]

Y-yeah! Well kind of. I know we're here to help, but I don't know why you're here. D-Does that make sense?

[doudemoe]

[No, it does not. Outsiders weren't supposed to enter their space. The way she phrased it implied he'd entered someplace else as well, but that was impossible too.

But it does confirm that something dangerous was going on, if she was apparently brought here to help...whatever needed helping. Also not ignoring the blushing, sorry.]

I don't know either. Maybe it's a dream?

[He had been asleep until now. It could all be a very realistic lucid dream he's having. Except that's a stupid idea, and only an idiot would actually believe it.]

[helenchanter]

[Oh no let's not talk about dreams.]

Nah, I had my share of those.

[But if you want some confirmation, she's already grabbed a piece of tumbleweed and poking him with it.]

Does this help?

[doudemoe]

Wh--hey quit it.

[Brushing that shit away. Don't poke him like that, girl. What if he lost an eye? Well, he didn't wake up so there's one mystery solved.]

[helenchanted]

[She shrugs and tosses it over her elbow.]

Well, there you go. Not a dream. Name is Miki by the way.

[doudemoe]

Hnn. It's nice to meet you, Miki-san. [Tumbleweed poking issues aside, she seems okay so far. Though if she starts quoting lines like "x town is the best town there is" all bets are off for a Social Link.]

I'm Minato Arisato. If this isn't a dream, do you know where we are?

[themortalhalf]

[No, it wasn't Mayfield.

It was something different. And Shinjiro doesn't trust the place yet, though their reception was far more friendly than the last. He came here of his own accord (mostly), but that didn't change his memories from the last time he had been "needed." Those memories make him feel like his mouth and throat are made of ash, and it's an experience he doesn't much like to look back on.

He finds himself walking through the town, not giving much thought towards the carnival yet, because he's had enough of festivals to satisfy his non-existent need for them (or so he thinks) for a long time. Then he spots someone familiar through the crowd. Not many people can lay claim to blue hair. He stops abruptly in his place, head turning sharply to stare—his only indication of surprise as his thoughts process the new stimulus.

But perhaps he's not as surprised as he should be, and his rough voice finally barks out a name.]

Hey, Arisato!

[doudemoe]

[He turns, and is surprised to find Shinjiro there. Seems he was brought in too.

He never ran into Shinji while in Mayfield, but in their own town they had escaped to, a leftover cloning machine lead to many of his old friends reappearing again, resulting in an awkward but happy reunion for him.]

Senpai. What's up?

[themortalhalf]

[Shinjiro might not be prone to talking, but there's a deliberate pause following Minato's reply.

...That was a lot more nonchalance than he expected—even for Minato. Even if he were the one from Hinoto-Ri or another timeline entirely. Though, in a way, that suits him fine. He's been the recipient of enough surprised reactions to last him his remaining lifetime.

But all that nonchalance means something. Reactions always do. He's not sure what it is, but he'll fine out, so he might as well just cut to the chase.]

What's the last thing you remember?

[doudemoe]

I fell asleep in the park. And then woke up here.

[Doesn't get more nonchalant than just casually mentioning you fell asleep in a public area.]

Do you know what happened?

[themortalhalf]

Depends.

[The falling asleep part doesn't surprise him. Question is... what park.]

The park in Hinoto-ri?

[doudemoe]

...No.

[Sigh, this again. Preventing time paradoxes is fun.]

I take "Mayfield" doesn't ring a bell for you either?

[themortalhalf]

First time I've heard of it.

But this wouldn't be the first time we've met somewhere else.

[Animus, for one. It'll save him some of the time paradox bullshit.]

[doudemoe]

Oh. So world hopping's common then?

[Mayfield sometimes pulled its residents elsewhere, but they never met others like them. If they ran into other people, it was usually locals or monsters.]

[dyingsun]

[Someone else has been wandering, too. It's a lot dustier than he would like, and he keeps coughing more than normal...

But that's a small price to pay for running into Minato. Or at least someone with his appearance. You could never tell.]

Minato, is that you?

[doudemoe]

[Today was a day of running into familiar faces who recognized him, but not as him. And this will be another one, except this actually takes him by total surprise.]

Kamiki-san?

[dyingsun]

It is you.

[Akinai coughs again, a few times.]

...Do you know where we are?

[doudemoe]

...No, sorry. I'm just as confused.

[But he's also happy to see him. For a moment, he almost forgets that he's not the "real" Minato that Akinari knows. He's just glad to be able to see his friend again, alive.]

[dyingsun]

Well, that's all right. I can't expect you to have all the answers. [It's not like he's the hero or anything.]

Can we walk together awhile?

[doudemoe]

[No he really isn't.]

I'd be glad to.

[dyingsun]

[And so they started walking.]

I've never been in a town like this one. I doubt that many even exist, what with the spider people and all.

[doudemoe]

[Akinari talking about spider people so casually is the weirdest thing.]

Yeah. It's one of the better towns I've been to. [Especially compared to oh say, Mayfield.]