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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!]
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[Heeding the call, Akihiko slows down and turns his head back... to see a tall stranger following him.
...Is he in trouble for running around, or is this man a bad guy out to hurt him?
He really isn't sure what to think... but for the time being, will stop, lighter gray eyes wide with some apprehension. He's skittish at this young age, still unsure about himself, and nowhere nearly as confident as he will become, in the future.
The man comes closer, and Akihiko wants to shrink back on instinct. Only when he conjures up a mental picture of Miki and Shinji does he find the strength to stand there and hold his ground. He has to be brave; he can't just always cry and wait for Shinji to come rescue him.
Subconsciously, Akihiko starts wringing his hands together, and it takes him a minute or two to finally look up, staring wide-eyed at the stranger.]
U-Um...
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He recoils and and shrinks back, frowning, approaching Akihiko more slowly and less aggressively. He hadn't wanted to make him nervous, but Shinjiro guesses doing what he just did was certainly asking for it. But he's been used to Aki standing his ground, and the years when he couldn't quite muster that are pretty faded. He can't remember as much as he'd like. Just days strung together and more idealistic than they probably were. He remembers some things, but—well, he remembers the following years clearer.
Well. It's been a long time since he's been a kid. Not that he doesn't miss that. Sometimes. A lot of the time.
But he has an old picture in his pocket along with his watch. And a handful of other photograph that Miki gave him. For as long as its been, he's had reminders of what they all looked like once. It's hard to mistake Aki for anyone else. Though he could be wrong.]
Sorry.
[For a lot of things. He tries to smooth out his voice, lessen the graveled-edge to his voice, because being rough to a kid was going to do wonders for his conscience.]
Your name. It's Aki—[a pause as the other half of his name unwillingly follows]—hiko, isn't it?
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[…He hasn’t fully learned manners yet. Even at this age, though, he feels passionate about something that seems so small and insignificant to others. Shinji calls him Aki, and Miki calls him big bro. No one else gets to be as special as those two are, to him.
But Akihiko does nod his head when the man finishes the rest of his name.] Uh huh. Um… yes, sir. [Politeness, subordination – more prominent traits in him right now. Plus, he’s hoping that if he behaves, he’ll be allowed to roam around the carnival longer. Even if he doesn’t have money for food or toys, there’s still so much he wants to see.
The boy starts shuffling his feet over the ground, hands disappearing behind his back.] …Am I in trouble? I can’t go back to the orphanage yet! Not without Shinji and Miki…
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I know.
[There's also that inner debate—whether to be upfront and tell him who he is or say nothing at all. He was young enough he'd probably belive him at this point. But he doesn't know if it'd be fair, or right, to tell him and make his life more complicated. But it doesn't change the fact that Shinjiro can't just leave him here.
Aki's comment does it make him wonder if there's a copy of himself and Miki here, running around somewhere. Heh. He can hardly remember those days. But if he got pulled here, he might just be alone.]
You know where your friends went?
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[That level of curiosity should feel familiar. Never mind the fact that children in general like to play Twenty Questions all the time.
The sight of his smile, small as it is, further relaxes the boy. He still doesn’t know if the man is scary or not, but if he knows Shinji, he can’t be too bad! Maybe it means he’ll let him stay at the carnival till later.
Akihiko shakes his head.] Uh uh… [He also sees fit to correct.] Miki’s not my friend. She’s my little sister! I hafta protect her!
[So he isn’t entirely big or strong enough to do that yet, which is why he has to rely on Shinji for now. But his day will come. Just like all of the other dreams they’ve outlined for their futures.]
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[He's not sure quite sure how to answer any of those questions. Or how to phrase them. Hell if he knows how to talk to kids, let alone a fragment of his past. It's strange, seeing him as small as he is. He wonders what it feels like, vaguely, to be a kid like that again. It'd be nice to not have much worry in the world.]
Guess they could be here. ...They might have gone home all ready, though.