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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[primordial]

Stupid heat.

[It's nighttime, and you can find Sam, sitting next to the statue and looking completely unhappy with all of this. He's ditched the hat and unbuttoned the vest, though he's keeping the goggles and boots...for now. Really, this was not his idea of a vacation, even though, judging by the small pile of various doodads next to him, he's already started "borrowing" stuff from the local populace.]

[In the heat, his greasy mop of hair only seems even greasier- it's sticking to his face. He lets out a frustrated sigh, mumbling to himself:]

God...what I'd do for a pool or a lake or something...it's way too hot.

[tyrantball]

"Desco thinks it's very comfortable!"

Desco. Desco you play in lava.

"Hi Big Bro! Desco has a minion now!"

Just to prove it, she hefts up a man wearing a labcoat.

[primordial]

[He almost jumps at the sudden appearance of Desco (really, he should be used to this), but his eyes widen at just who she's carrying.]

[There's a long pause, and then he just shakes his head, letting out a disapproving sigh.]

Desco. Please return that guy where you found him. They might be looking for him, already...do you want to get in trouble?

[tyrantball]

Desco pouts.

"Nuh-uh! How could Desco get in trouble for taking someone from Hinoto-Ri? Desco rules the Earth!"

[primordial]

[He wipes a few strands of hair from his eyes.]

In case you didn't notice, this isn't exactly Earth. I don't think they would recognize you as their leader.

I mean, you're the leader back home. Here? It might work differently.

[tyrantball]

Desco blinks a few times, processing that. She absently drops the scientist as she does so.

He curls up into a ball and cowers.

"Oh! No, no, Desco took him from the lab in Hinoto-Ri! She needed an expendable patsy to make sure the portal was safe!"

All smiles now.

"If he survives three more trap testings, Desco will give him a promotion!"

[primordial]

[He glances down at the scientist, but turns to Desco without even a sympathetic look. He doesn't care at all, really.]

You brought a scientist here with you. [SIGHS. NOT!SISTER WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH YOU.] I'm not sure that would be the best idea, but...hey, at least he'll have something to do.

...What would a promotion be, anyways?

[tyrantball]

"Minion Level Two is when Desco asks for a name!"

There's a slight pause as the eye on her upper thigh rotates to stare down at the scientist.

"Humans have to work up to that level. Level three is when Desco starts to specially train them!"

[primordial]

And what's his name?

[He rests his chin on his hand, something like amusement crossing his features- he does have to admit, it's kind of funny.]

What's the training? You make them jump through hoops or what?

[tyrantball]

"Desco doesn't even care until he hits Level Two!"

So cheerful.

"Well, Desco doesn't have a Nekomata, so Training Method One won't work, and she doesn't have any way to get to the Moon, so she will have to go with Training Method Three and just make him kill demons until he gets strong."

[primordial]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Does he have a Persona? Because if you're going to send him to fight demons on his own, then he's dead meat.

[tyrantball]

Another slight pause.

"...Desco doesn't care until he hits level two. Try to keep up, Big Bro!"

Oh well. Have a hug anyway.

[primordial]

Desco...!

[Again with the hugs? He grumbles slightly, before he awkwardly puts his arms around her back and pats it once. Okay, that's as far as he will go with the hugging thing.]

You take this "final boss" thing pretty seriously, huh? How many minions do you have already?

[originalblade]

Not used to dealing with it?

[This guy on the other hand seems to be doing just fine, although that might have to do with arriving in normal clothes. Older in fashion than Hizumi's usual fare by a generation or so, but still very much workable.]

[primordial]

[He looks over, and...oh. This guy. Not that he realizes it's a different guy, but he narrows his eyes slightly, shaking his head.]

Nah...I like colder climates, myself. Never really liked the heat.

[originalblade]

Somewhere like North America, maybe? Actually, do you even have North America where you come from?

[This... other worlds business is kinda weird.]

[primordial]

Yeah, of course I have North America. I'm from Earth. I tended to travel in the cooler parts. Not like...Florida.

[He wipes some sweat off his forehead, only spreading more strands of hair on his face by doing so.]

You're from Japan or something, right?

[originalblade]

[Poor guy.]

Is it that obvious?

[primordial]

[A blank look.]

Your name is Japanese. I'm pretty sure.

[originalblade]

[A blank stare. And then--]

Ah. You're one of those people who's met this other Mizushiro, aren't you?

[primordial]

What other Mizuhiro? [Now he's confused.] You're Hizumi, aren't you?

[originalblade]

[He shakes his head.]

My name is Yaiba.

[primordial]

Yaiba?

...What are you, his twin? You look almost exactly like him.

[originalblade]

Unless we were split up at birth, there's no way. I'm an only child.

Just how do you know this guy, anyway?

[primordial]

[An only child? He lets out a slight scoff. What was he, a clone or something?]

Well, he...kind of annoys me all the time. He and I came from a place called Hinoto-Ri...do you know of that place?