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destinystrings2013-10-05 09:47 pm
stringmods) wrote in destinystrings2013-10-05 09:47 pm
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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!]
I am so, so sorry
[As if suddenly landing in this sandy, hot and most importantly unfamiliar territory, Severa hadn't been in the best of moods. The attempt to put her in a ridiculous vest, hat, boots and goggles hadn't exactly gone over well with her either. 'Fitting in' her foot- she was just fine with sticking out for once if it meant not having to wear any of the godawful mess that served as 'fashion' in this place.
And now that she had found someone from home- albeit not exactly her first choice of comrades- she couldn't resist the urge to press her palm to her face in collateral embarrassment.]
Yarne you disgrace, come out of there or I swear--!
[A pause, and then as she considered her possible threats, she finally settled on-]
Or I'll start telling the locals that Taguel taste delicious in stew!
haha, poor Yarne
Gah! S-Severa, are you trying to get me killed?!
[Wait, Severa? Once some of that initial panic subsides, he realizes just who he's talking to. Gods, he never thought he'd be this glad to see her. Still, Severa's wrath was a more terrifying prospect than leaving his makeshift shelter, so after a moment's hesitation he slowly, reluctantly, steps down from the chariot.
He can't quite wipe that look of terror from his face, though.]
What else was I supposed to do in a dangerous place like this?
I can seriously not apologize enough for her, ;A;
[She crosses her arms and takes a step back as he comes out of hiding, shaking her head at him in something between irritation and disappointment. What a waste of potential, honestly...!]
Oh, I don't know- at least pretend you have a backbone keeping you upright? Or is that entirely the work of your armor?
[She scoffs and flips a pigtail over her shoulder, shaking her head in disapproval.]
Or how about trying to find someone from the army? At least then you'd have someone to hide behind.
[But she turns on her heel, fully expecting him to follow.]
But since I haven't seen anyone else, I guess I'm relegated to your human shield until we find someone taller, aren't I?
[What a fuckin' tsun.]
It's okay, I love her delightfully terrible self
Okay, maybe he wasn't quite as glad to see her as he initially thought. Still, she was the only ally in sight, and damned if he was going to go back to cowering all alone.]
What good's pretending going to do... [he mutters under his breath, none too pleased with that idea.
Either way, he takes the verbal snipes (somewhat) in stride and does indeed follow her, perhaps a little to eagerly.]
Well, you know... safety in numbers and all that.
[That's followed by a nervous laugh. Yeah, safe, okay.]
♥
[Yeah she. Definitely heard that. And she looks over her shoulder at him for a moment as she walks, raising her eyebrows.]
Honestly, how can you expect to protect your race when you're not even willing to protect yourself?
[Another put-upon huff and she looks forward again, shaking her head.]
You really are lucky I'm here. Hopefully, we can find some way to get out of this crazy place.