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

[prince_of_tides]

"Looks that way." Nocturne is just going to wait and see just what sort of assumptions Axel makes about him being here and correct them as they turn up.

"I hate it when this happens, honestly. Normal worlds wait for you to land on them, they don't suck you in like this."

[flurry_of_flames]

"No kidding." Axel gives what would count as a light-hearted laugh from most people. "I mean, you don't exactly look like you were ready for recon..."
Not that he was, either. But those're the breaks.

[prince_of_tides]

Nocturne just snorts. "You think this is recon? What have the higher-ups been doing in your universe?"

This is meant rather more literally than Axel probably thinks.

"Anyway, I was getting around the hard way." Meaning a Gummi Ship rather than the Corridors of Darkness.

[flurry_of_flames]

Heh. Cute, man. That just gets another laugh and a handwave on Axel's part, all so casual.

"So what were you 'getting around the hard way' for, anyway?"

[prince_of_tides]

"It's, uh, a long story. What's the last big thing that happened in the Organization you remember?"

Nocturne wants to be cautious about this until he figures out just when Axel's from. He knows Axel leaving happens in a lot of worlds, but he's never entirely sure just when it happened and whether admitting to defecting will get him stabbed.

[flurry_of_flames]

"The Organization I remember? What's that supposed to mean?"

Axel looks more than a little bemused at the idea. There's only one Organization, isn't there?

"Did you ...bump your head on the way here or something? We just found the kid again..." and really saw her for the first time.

[prince_of_tides]

"I meant the thing you remember, not the Organization. I know I phrased it weird. But, uh, what do you mean 'again'? Did I miss something happening to him?"

Nocturne is coming to the not-unreasonable conclusion that 'the kid' refers to Roxas.

[flurry_of_flames]

...Right.
"Heh. Alright. That makes more sense." Axel shrugs. His brain must be scrambled after getting here... but the latter comment gets a frown.
"Well, unless you missed the news that he's a she somewhere along the line..."

[prince_of_tides]

Blink blink. "Wait, what, Roxas is a girl? Or did something happen with Namine? I mean, you know I never keep up with all the crap going on at Castle Oblivion."

He's guessing that that last part's a fairly safe bet in general terms, knowing himself.

[flurry_of_flames]

"No. Xion's a girl. Seriously, did you think I..." He pauses, lets out a laugh and a snap of the fingers as he realises the mistake he's made. "Nope. Roxas is fine. No news about Naminé, sorry. And I can promise there's nothing happening over at Oblivion."

[prince_of_tides]

"... Who the heck is Xion?" And now he's just going to sit over here wondering who this extra kid is that apparently showed up in Axel's world.

Having reality retcon itself is a pain.

[flurry_of_flames]

...What. Axel just looks at his companion like he's grown an extra head.

"Number fourteen. Geez... I thought you knew her name by now!"

[prince_of_tides]

"Axel, the Organization only has thirteen members. It's kind of in the name. And I've never met anybody named Xion, much less anybody in the Organization."

He sighs and decides to come out with it. "At least, where I'm from. Apparently in your world they added an extra. Why Number One there decided we needed anybody else after he got his precious Keyblade with Roxas attached I don't know. Nothing Xemnas did ever made sense to me anyway, especially when he got to the phenomenal-cosmic-power phase."

[flurry_of_flames]

"It's a name. Not a mission statement... we didn't have thirteen for years, man! You do remember being there before Luxord, right? And the boss picked her up because it gave us a second 'precious keyblade'..." Though he's wondering, now...

Axel leans forward, now, over the table, voice lowered and cold. "And what do you mean by 'where I'm from'? 'My world'? What are you trying to tell me?" He sits back, slightly - "And I thought your fashion sense was insane enough..."

[prince_of_tides]

Nocturne rubs his forehead. "Okay, it's like this. You ever hear about that weird thing where making decisions means there's a universe you went one way and one where you went the other? Well, it turns out it's true, kind of. I'm from a different... world, universe, timeline, something. In my universe we never picked up a fourteenth."

This is, in fact, untrue, but only so far as Nocturne remembers it.

"I think I might also be from the future from your point of view. Because it sounds like a lot hasn't happened yet." Not if 'Roxas is fine' and 'nothing happening at Oblivion' are any indication, anyway.

[flurry_of_flames]

"And I thought that something dropping me into robot cowboy world would be the strangest thing that'd happen today."

Axel just holds his hands up in resignation. He's not sure what the heck Demyx's even playing at... but he'll play along for now. It's what he does, after all...

"Alright. Weird alternate future. I don't suppose you picked up any weird alternate lottery numbers from any worlds, huh?"

[prince_of_tides]

"Uh... no. Been kind of preoccupied. Let's just say in my weird alternate future I'm... not exactly wearing the coat anymore."

Because let's face it, if he doesn't actually say it sooner or later he's not going to be able to get it out of his head.

[flurry_of_flames]

"I kind of noticed." Axel's eyes narrow slightly, and he folds his arms. "Care to explain the little wardrobe change?"

Not that he can do anything about whatever's brought this on in this Demyx's time. But it might be worth him ... keeping an eye on his own. Making sure that things work out as planned.

[prince_of_tides]

"It involves realizing that Xemnas didn't want to help us get our hearts back, he just wanted some lackeys."

Well, no, it doesn't. There's a lot of rationalization going on in Nocturne's head - he's pretty sure his statement is, in fact, accurate, but it isn't why he left.

"That and the fact that the guy is kind of a psycho in general." That part's a lot closer to the truth.

[flurry_of_flames]

And there... Right out in the open. Axel slides back in his seat. His response is a bit cool and muted when it comes.

"I'd started to have my suspicions."

[prince_of_tides]

"Then if I'm right about being in the future, you were a lot faster than me."

He pauses. "I'd, uh, rather not get into what actually happens in the future. Spoilers and self-fulfilling prophecies and everything, it'd probably make things worse." Spending all that time in the Underworld and near Olympus, he's got a decent idea of how fate works. He's not entirely sure whether he should even hint at how much smaller the Organization already was by the time he jumped ship.

[flurry_of_flames]

"...Yeah, alright."

Axel lets out a long sigh, wondering if one of the local drinks will actually make a difference to his frame of mind. This is damn close to something like feeling annoyed, he'd have to say.

[prince_of_tides]

Nocturne sighs. "Well, that was a crap way to introduce myself, I guess. Sorry."

He rubs his forehead. "Anyway. Do you have any idea what we're actually doing here?"

[flurry_of_flames]

"Kind of."

Axel's something akin to glad to be getting off the topic of strange alternate futures - and definitely to be getting off the topic of Xemnas. He holds his hands up in a shrug. "As much as you do, I'm afraid."

[prince_of_tides]

"I was afraid of that." Nocturne sighs and finally sits down, flopping into a chair at Axel's table. "Oh, well. I guess it's vacation time, huh? Not that we'd ever have the luck to get abducted to a tropical island or something."

He pauses and considers this. "Okay, we might, but it'd only be if we had somebody like Larxene with us."