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

[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?

[originalblade]

Hmmm... It doesn't ring a bell. I assume it's located in Japan?

[primordial]

I guess? I don't know, actually. I was taken there a while ago...but beats me where it's located.

[A pause.] So, what, you're from here, then?

[originalblade]

You guessed that my name is Japanese, but you still think I'm from here?

I come from Japan. Actually, that's where I was right until I found myself in this place instead.

[primordial]

I mean, it looks like people come from all over, like they do in Hinoto-Ri. It wasn't a bad guess...

[Interesting.]

Huh. So you were kidnapped here?

[originalblade]

That's what it looks like! I'll admit, I didn't even think something like this would be possible, but logically speaking, there's no way this could just be an elaborate prank, either.

[primordial]

Well, it is possible. Welcome to the life of most of the people in Hinoto-Ri...

[He wipes his brow.] So, you seriously don't know Hizumi? I mean you act differently, but the appearance can't be just coincidence...

[originalblade]

Do we look that much alike?

I would definitely remember if there was a Hizumi in my family.

[primordial]

Yeah, you look like twins. Like you're his clone or something.

...You weren't cloned without you knowing, were you?

[originalblade]

I don't think I was? We've cloned animals, but I don't think anyone's tried human cloning yet.

[primordial]

Well, it was just a guess. Still, I'm telling you, you're the mirror image of that guy.

[originalblade]

Hmm... Now I'm curious. Having my name, and looking just like me...

Maybe he's a twin from an alternate universe? Those can happen here, right?

[primordial]

Beats me. Maybe? You should find him and ask. Maybe you both can get down to the mystery.

[originalblade]

Then maybe I'll do just that!

I don't suppose you'd care what the results turn out to be?