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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!]
Open, open, and open. (Edited this one to fix some derp)
[...Well, one of 'em did, for a moment. There was a stitch in time where he'd felt absolute certainty that one of the metallic forms had been forged in his likeness. Which would've been funny, since Transmigration Nine didn't ring any bells - even with as many stretches of cosmos as he'd covered. That doesn't mean necessarily mean anything; even had his perception been true, we could've talking about an alternate self, or maybe the result of some time loop something-or-other.]
[...]
[That form up there did still give him image-self vibes, if he stared at it long enough. When you get down to it, the whole thing was probably nothing. Maybe the trans-dimensional teleport lag was still messing with his head, making him see things, or maybe that time stitch - if it existed somewhere outside his perception - really did have some data of its own.]
[Interesting, but not the most important thing to the here-and-now. Then again, he was rather short on those at the moment, so he was content to stand there mulling over the curiosity of it. Certain things were just fun to think about.]
[And part of the joy in bein' one of these human-types, after all, was the ability to think.]
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As Saul examines the statues, she will actually glance up from her book this time.]
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Lotsa heroes, 'cordin' to this. Musta been somethin' big.
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...
...
[A silent nod.]
An extradimensional vessel carrying a number of refugees from across space and time. A story unparalleled.
[She seems remarkably apathetic as she says this, though.]
Sorry for the wait, man -
Well, now, I don't know about that. Might be that there's a story just like it, somewhere out there...
[With that said, he crouches down to get a better view of a different statue.]
No worries, I've been super busy too
However, in an infinite universe, that is likely to be the case.
[...page flip.]
I'll happily go on as long as you wish, if you don't mind the slowtaggin'. ='D
...Got a head fer numbers, huh?
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...Regardless. The previous story is irrelevant to the issue at hand.
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Tell papa what's on yer mind.